The hall held a crush of people, and I worked my way through it to the dining room. I went around one side, trying to maneuver where the path seemed a bit more open. When I reached the wall, I turned to survey the room. I spotted Helen Louise moving toward the door. Slightly aggravated, I retraced my steps, but by the time I reached the door, I couldn’t see Helen Louise.
I chanced to glance down the hall toward the room where she had left her coat. There she was, making her way toward the back of the house. I set off once more in pursuit, muttering “excuse me” repeatedly as I squeezed between and around couples and groups.
I caught up with her at the door of the den and started to speak, but she held up a hand to silence me. Then she nodded toward the partially open door. I thought I heard voices coming from inside the room. I moved closer to her, and together we peered into the room.
A heated exchange was in progress, between Gerry and Deirdre Thompson. The issue seemed to be the flyer that Gerry or her minion had left at Deirdre’s house.
“. . . ask you not to bother sticking such things on my door,” Deirdre said, each word enunciated and dripping with disdain. “I don’t like trash left at my house. Why you ever thought I would be interested in selling a home that’s been in the family for four generations, I’ll never understand.”
Gerry shrugged. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Isn’t that the way the saying goes? Besides, if I remember correctly, the house is only about seventy-five years old, if that much—your father bought it, so don’t give me that four-generation crap. Looks it, too, from what I can see on the outside. That’s why I thought you might be interested in selling it. If you’re going to keep it, you ought to do something to improve it.”
Helen Louise leaned close to whisper in my ear. “She’s not kidding. Deirdre is so tight with her money, she hardly ever spends it. Just look at that dress. Must have belonged to her grandmother.” Now that she mentioned it, I thought Deirdre’s dress did seem old-fashioned. I remembered seeing my grandmother in a similar style. I even think we buried her in a dress like it. I hadn’t known that Deirdre had a reputation as a skinflint. Rumor had it that she was rich enough to buy Memphis two times over and have change left.
Gerry was still talking. “. . . going to fall in if you’re not careful.” She laughed. “You’ll end up buried in the rubble when the whole thing crashes down around you. Let go of a few bucks, why don’t you? I’m sure your father left you a lot of them as his heiress, right?”
Deirdre’s hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly. I thought she might be struggling not to slap Gerry or punch her right in the face. Gerry didn’t appear to be concerned about any potential attack from Deirdre. After all, women like Deirdre were reared to remember the first tenet of Southern genteel womanhood: Thou shalt at all times behave like a lady.
That probably explained why Deirdre hadn’t fired back a response yet. These old codes of behavior are difficult to break sometimes, and I watched with great curiosity to see if Deirdre reached the snapping point.
All at once Deirdre’s hands relaxed, and she smiled. “You are probably the most remarkably ill-bred person I have ever encountered. You’ve made the entire neighborhood a laughingstock with that completely tasteless display in front of this house. By putting that up for all and sundry to gape at, you’ve shown us all just how little class you have always had. Then you go and serve expensive champagne to your guests and pair it with the cheapest food you could find that’s halfway edible. I decided to come here tonight on the vague chance that you were someone worth acknowledging. I was wrong to do so, because you’re obviously not.”
Deirdre shot Gerry a look of haughty triumph and began to walk away. Gerry stared at Deirdre’s retreating back, and if Deirdre had burst into flame from Gerry’s gaze, I don’t think I would have been surprised.
“Not so fast, Deirdre dear,” Gerry said, more coolly than I would have thought possible. “You don’t want to make an enemy of me, I promise you. I know a lot about you, don’t forget that. Some people think they’re so much better than anyone else when they really aren’t. Think about how your society friends would react if they knew some of the things I do. Wouldn’t do to let some of those things get around, now would it?”
Deirdre whirled around, her face white. “Don’t try to threaten me. My society friends wouldn’t listen to a word you say about me. I couldn’t care less what you’ve heard from the type of people you probably know intimately.” Her lip curled. “Too intimately, I imagine.”
Gerry’s expression hardened. “Why don’t we test my little theory, Deirdre? Introduce me to some of your society friends. If you play nice with me, maybe I won’t destroy your reputation after all.”
“You can go to hell.”
With that, she turned and came toward the door.
Helen Louise and I were frozen to the spot for a moment, but before we could decide what to do, Gerry’s mocking laughter halted Deirdre in her progress.
“If you know what’s good for you, Deirdre darling, you won’t leave the room until I’ve finished what I have to say to you.” After a brief pause, during which Deirdre didn’t move, Gerry continued. “I have a proposition for you, and it’s to both our advantage, so listen up.”
Helen Louise and I exchanged glances. I knew we were both thinking that we should have walked away before now. This was none of our business. Accordingly, we both stepped back from the door and turned toward the front of the house. I could see Stewart still making his way through the crowd in the hallway, evidently intent on reaching us. We moved forward to meet him.
“Finally,” he said, when he stood only a couple of feet from us. “I’ve been looking for you two and for our hostess for the past five minutes or so.”
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“No,” Stewart said. “Haskell has to be up early in the morning, and we’re going home. Thought you should know, and of course, I wanted to thank Gerry for inviting us.”
Helen Louise responded hurriedly. “I think Gerry’s pretty busy at the moment with another guest. We’re not ready to leave yet, and we’ll be happy to express your thanks to her. You can always write her a note later.” She smiled.
Stewart’s gaze narrowed as he regarded us. “Okay, you two, what’s going on? You can’t fool me. What have you heard?”
“Nothing to worry about,” I said in a firm tone. “Y’all go on home. We won’t be far behind you.”
A voice from behind us gave me a start. “Would you mind moving out of the way? You’re blocking the hall.”
“Sorry,” I said, and moved aside.
Deirdre Thompson brushed past me, her face set in angry lines. She continued to push her way through the hall.
Stewart stared after her briefly, then turned back to Helen Louise and me. “Whatever it was must have involved Deirdre. Who was she talking to that you overheard?” Then he appeared startled. In a low voice he said, “Never mind. Here comes Gerry.”
I turned, as did Helen Louise. Gerry came up to us, her hostess’s smile in place. “I hope you’re enjoying yourselves this evening. Be sure to have more champagne. There’s plenty of it.” She nodded and walked on past us.
“She looks pretty satisfied with herself,” Helen Louise said. “You wait here. I’m going to the restroom.” She headed back toward the den and the bathroom connected to it.
“Why does Gerry look satisfied with herself?” Stewart demanded. “Were she and Deirdre having an argument?”
I knew Stewart would continue to pester me, so I might as well go ahead and tell him now. I gave him a short summary of what Helen Louise and I had witnessed. Feeling guilty at my behavior, I concluded by saying, “We should have walked away immediately, of course. It was a breach of good manners to stand there and watch, but the temptation was too great to resist, I guess.”