Jane fished in her purse and threw down a twenty-dollar bill and a five. "This will pay for my lunch with a good tip. You can take my salad home to eat yourself."
Jane rose and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.
"NO!" Shelley exclaimed.
She put her head down on her kitchen table, half laughing, half enraged.
"Yes. A forged addendum to Steve's will. I threatened to take her to court and hire an auditor to go over her books. I need to call Ted and warn him about this. I don't want him to think I distrust him."
Shelley sat back up. "Can you conduct an audit?" "Why not?"
"I think you'd have to get a court order or something. You're not a partner."
"But I am. I'm listed in the real will as `his third share in perpetuity should he predecease me per stirpes should we have children.'"
"What's per stirpes?"
"By natural birth, as opposed to adoption. We didn't even have children when this was written. Nor did he plan to die before me. I threatened Thelma with going to jail for forgery."
"You didn't!"
"I did. And I'll do it if she tries to pull this off. The awful woman."
Shelley grinned. "You should lock your mother-in-law and Mel's mother in a room and wait and see who comes out alive."
Jane laughed. "What fun that would be."
"So you just walked out on her?"
"I threw down a twenty and a five and told her to take my meal home when it came and walked straight out of the restaurant."
"You're a better woman than I am," Shelley said. "I'd have thrown a glass of ice water in her face first."
"She'd have had me arrested for assault." Jane giggled. "At least I gave Thelma a good scare. I forgot to mention that she doesn't seem to consider Ted and Dixie's children as her grandchildren. When Ted and Dixie brought them to dinner for Todd's birthday, she acted as if they weren't even there."
"Why not? Because they're Chinese?"
"Of course. She's a bigot as well as a forger."
"Jane, how have you managed to put up with her for all these years?"
"The same way you put up with Paul's sister Constanza. She's the same kind of snoopy, overbearing woman. We could put Thelma, Addie, and Constanza in a locked room and see which one comes out alive."
Shelley laughed and said, "So you didn't eat lunch. Neither have I. Let's go back to the restaurant and gorge." "What if Thelma's still there?"
"Who cares?"
"You're right. I was really looking forward to that shrimp salad I ordered."
Thelma had left and both Jane and Shelley had the shrimp salad. Unfortunately the same waiter who had earlier taken Jane's order took the same order again. Seeing his confusion, Jane said, "I had an emergency call on my cell phone and had to leave. The emergency is over. I hope the lady I was with took my order home."
"So she did," the waiter said. "And she looked quite angry as she left."
Jane didn't speak until he was gone and grinned at Shelley. "Mad as a hornet."
When they'd both finished eating, Shelley said, not surprisingly, "Let's go shopping for what you want to wear for your other mother-in-law's wedding."
They found a long, slim black almost floor-length silk skirt that fit Jane perfectly. She wanted to see it at least three times from the back. "That's the view the whole audience will see."
To their delight, the clerk tapped at the dressing room door and said, "There is a matching jacket for this. Would you like to see it?"
"Oh yes," the two of them said in unison.
The clerk returned with the jacket in two sizes. The first looked droopy. The second was perfect. Cut in a princess style to show off that she still had a waist, she said, "I'll take this, too. Thank you."
Shelley said, "You haven't even looked at the price tags."
"I hope both are expensive. It would make me happy to spend what Thelma thinks I wouldn't be able to afford if she'd put herself in such a greedy, grasping plot to take away my third of the pharmacy profits."
Shelley grinned. "You're absolutely right, Jane. Now let's see if we can find a blouse in carmine red while you're in a throwing-away money mode."
They failed to find the right blouse at the store where they got the suit, and Jane said, "That's okay. In fact, it's a good thing. We should have checked at the tux place to see if they have carmine cummerbunds. Or we could make some to match when we do find the right blouse. But we could pick the shoes today."
"I don't think so. We probably need to make sure you have the right color carmine shoes."
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hey struck out on finding a good blouse and Jane said, "I'm sick to death of shopping. Maybe I have something at home I could wear."
This turned out to be every bit as fruitless as shopping, but Jane made the best of it and purged a lot of things she hadn't worn for at least three years.
"Jane, that's a great skirt and jacket but you look more like a widow than a bride, to tell the truth. It would be great for a cocktail party."
"But I am a widow."
"Of course you are. But for this ceremony you should look like a bride, not a widow."
"You're right. But I might take this outfit back. I'm never invited to cocktail parties."
"Neither am I, except for Paul's meetings with his managers. But it would be great for fancy dinners, and it really flatters you."
Jane sat down on the heap of clothing now on her bed waiting to be recycled to a battered women's shelter and said, "Okay. I've made a nondecision decision. I'm keeping the skirt and jacket and I'm wearing the emerald dress to both the real and fake wedding. Mel loves it when I wear that dress and very few people will know I'd already worn it for the civil wedding. And we can forget all about matching fabrics for the cummerbunds for the tuxes."
With this shopping victory stalled out for all time, Jane was relieved that she could get on with real life. Going out to lunches with Shelley or dinners with Mel, doing research for her next book, gawking at the rapid progress of the room addition. She also kept asking the workers questions about what they were doing. They were kind to her. She brought them iced tea and sodas to ensure they'd remain tolerant of her.
The room was almost starting to look like a room, not a place to roller skate. Timbers were going up, firmly attached to the foundation.
She was told that electricity had to be next. There were several copies of Jack's blueprints. The overall structure. Where electrical lines went. Where windows of precise dimensions would be put in were marked as such. Where phone lines went. There were even water and sewer lines chalked out so Mel could have his own bathroom and sink.
Jack himself was there for at least an hour every day, overseeing the work. Sometimes he stayed longer.
"This is the fastest, most professional crew I've ever had the luck to put to work. A few of them are new to me, Jane."
He looked so smug about this that Jane was compelled to compliment him. And she meant it, too. He cared about how his projects turned out, and zealously pursued a timely, perfect completion.
"Your workers have been very polite about my uninformed questions."
"I know. They say you're the nicest lady most of them have ever worked for."
Jane actually simpered at the compliment. But she added, "There's a truck behind my car and I need to run an errand. Could you ask someone to move it? I'll park mine on the street when I get back."