Pawing Through the Past
Rita Mae Brown
Books by Rita Mae Brown with Sneaky Pie Brown
WISH YOU WERE HERE
REST IN PIECES
MURDER AT MONTICELLO
PAY DIRT
MURDER, SHE MEOWED
MURDER ON THE PROWL
CAT ON THE SCENT
SNEAKY PIE'S COOKBOOK FOR MYSTERY LOVERS
PAWING THROUGH THE PAST
CLAWS AND EFFECT
CATCH AS CAT CAN
THE TAIL OF THE TIP-OFF
WHISKER OF EVIL
Books by Rita Mae Brown
THE HAND THAT CRADLES THE ROCK
SONGS TO A HANDSOME WOMAN
THE PLAIN BROWN RAPPER
RUBYFRUIT JUNGLE
IN HER DAY
SIX OF ONE
SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT
SUDDEN DEATH
HIGH HEARTS
STARTING FROM SCRATCH:
A DIFFERENT KIND OF WRITERS' MANUAL
BINGO
VENUS ENVY
DOLLEY: A NOVEL OF DOLLEY MADISON IN LOVE AND WAR
RIDING SHOTGUN
RITA WILL: MEMOIR OF A LITERARY RABBLE-ROUSER
LOOSE LIPS
OUTFOXED
HOTSPUR
FULL CRY
Pawing Through the Past
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Mary Minor Haristeen (Harry), the young postmistress of Crozet. She won double senior superlatives in high schooclass="underline" Most Likely to Succeed and Most Athletic.
Mrs. Murphy, Harry's gray tiger cat, calm in a crisis and sassy, too.
Tee Tucker, Harry's Welsh corgi, Mrs. Murphy's friend and confidante, is a solid, courageous creature.
Pewter, Market Shiflett's shamelessly fat gray cat, who now lives with Harry and family. Her high intelligence is usually in the service of her self-indulgence.
Pharamond Haristeen (Fair), an equine veterinarian, formerly married to Harry. He wants to get back together again with Harry.
Susan Tucker, Harry's best friend. She tells it like it is. She won the Best All-Round senior superlative in high school.
Olivia Craycroft (BoomBoom), a buxom dilettante who constantly irritates Harry. Her senior superlative was Best Looking.
Cynthia Cooper, a young deputy in the sheriff's department, who is willing to use unorthodox methods to capture criminals.
Sheriff Rick Shaw, a dedicated, reliable public servant. He may not be the most imaginative sheriff, but he is the most persistent.
Tracy Raz, the former All-State football player, who comes home for his fiftieth high-school reunion and rekindles his romance with Miranda.
Chris Sharpton, a newcomer to Crozet, she jumps right into activities hoping to make friends.
Bitsy Valenzuela, a socially active woman who includes Chris in her circle.
Marcy Wiggins, an unhappily married woman, who looks forward to her outings with Bitsy and Chris. She needs the diversion.
Big Marilyn Sanburne (Mim), the undisputed queen of Crozet, who can be an awful snob at times. She knows the way the world works.
Little Marilyn Sanburne (Little Mim), a chip off the old block yet quite resentful of it.
Charlie Ashcraft, a notoriously successful seducer of women. Voted Best Looking by his high-school class.
Leo Burkey, was voted Wittiest.
Bonnie Baltier, was voted Wittiest.
Hank Bittner, was voted Most Talented.
Bob Shoaf, was voted Most Athletic later playing cornerback for the New York Giants.
Dennis Rablan, voted Best All-Round and now a photographer. He squandered his inheritance and is regarded as a failure.
Miranda Hogendobber, last but not least on the list: A woman of solid virtue, common sense, she works with Harry at the post office.
1
The huge ceiling fan lazily swirled overhead, vainly attempting to move the soggy August air. Mary Minor Haristeen, Harry to her friends-and everyone was a friend-scribbled ideas on a yellow legal pad. Seated around the kitchen table, high-school yearbooks open, were Susan Tucker, her best friend, Mrs. Miranda Hogendobber, her coworker and good friend, and Chris Sharpton, an attractive woman new to the area.
"We could have had this meeting at the post office," Susan remarked as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Government property," Miranda said.
"Right, government property paid for with my taxes," Susan laughed.
Harry, the postmistress in tiny Crozet, Virginia, said, "Okay, it is air-conditioned but think how many hours Miranda and I spend in that place. I have no desire to hang out there in my free time."
"You've got air-conditioning at your house." Miranda stared at Susan.
"I know but the kids are having a pool party and-"
"You left the house with a party in progress? There won't be a drop of liquor left," Harry interrupted.
"My kids know when to stop."
"Congratulations," Harry taunted her. "That doesn't mean anyone else's kids know when to stop. I hope you locked the bar."
"Ned is there." Susan returned to the opened yearbook, the conversation clearly over. Her husband could handle any crisis.
"You could have said that in the first place." Harry opened her yearbook to the same page.
"Why? It's more fun to listen to you tell me what to do."
"Oh." Harry sheepishly bent over the yearbook photo of one of her senior superlatives, Most Likely to Succeed. "I can't believe I looked like that."
"You look exactly the same. Exactly." Miranda pulled Harry's yearbook to her.
"Don't compliment her, it will go to her head." Susan turned to Chris. "Are you sorry you volunteered to help us?"
"No, but I don't see as I'm doing much good." The newcomer smiled, her hand on her own high-school yearbook.
"All right. Down to business." Harry straightened her shoulders. "I'm in charge of special categories for our twentieth high-school reunion. BoomBoom Craycroft, our fearless leader"-Harry said this with a tinge of sarcasm about the head of the reunion-"is going to reshoot photographs of our senior superlatives with us as we are today. My job is to come up with other things to do with people who weren't senior superlatives.
"That's only fair. I mean, there are only twelve senior superlatives, one male, one female. That's twenty people out of one hundred and thirty-two, give or take a few, since some of us were voted more than one superlative." Harry paused for a breath. "How many were in your class, Miranda?"
"Fifty-six. Forty-two are still alive, although some of us might be on respirators. My task for my reunion is easier." Miranda giggled, her hand resting on the worn cover of her 1950 yearbook.
"You all were so lucky to go to small high schools. Mine was a consolidated. Huge," Chris remarked, and indeed her yearbook bore witness to the fact, being three times fatter than that of Harry and Susan or Mrs. Hogendobber.
Susan agreed. "I guess we were lucky but we didn't know it at the time."
"Does anyone?" Harry tapped her yellow wooden pencil against the back of her left wrist.
"Probably not. Not when you're young. What fun we had." Miranda, a widow, nodded her head, jammed with happy memories.
"Okay, here's what I've got. Ready?" They nodded in assent so Harry began reading, "These are categories to try and include others: Most Distance Traveled. Most Children. Most Wives-"
"You're not going to do that." Miranda chuckled.
"Why not? That one is followed by Most Husbands. Too bad we can't have one for Most Affairs." Harry lifted her eyebrows.
"Malicious," Susan said dryly.
"Rhymes with delicious." Harry's eyes brightened. "Okay, what else have I got here? Most Changed. Obviously that has to be in some good way. Can't pick out someone who has porked on an extra hundred pounds. And-uh-I couldn't think of anything else."
"Harry, you're usually so imaginative." Miranda seemed surprised.
"She's not at all imaginative but she is ruthlessly logical. I'll give her that."
Harry ignored Susan's assessment of her, speaking to Chris, "When you're new to a place it takes a long time to ferret out people's relationships to one another. Suffice it to say that Susan, my best friend since birth, feels compelled to point out my shortcomings."