because it meant the next thing she'd do would be to get up in the morning and feed them, Willard always slept with Todd, but the cats slept in Jane's room so they were on hand when she woke up. "Sorry, guys, but I'm not staying," she told them.
Jane dumped her clothes in the dry-cleaning heap in her closet, and put on jeans and a sweatshirt. Leaving the cats watching her in perplexity, she grabbed a few necessities, locked up the house, and went back to the bed and breakfast.
"I've put you in the Gary Grant room," Edgar said when she got out of the car. He'd been waiting for her at the back door. "It's Hector's favorite place. And I've told the others where to find you if they need anything."
Jane went upstairs and made herself comfortable in the room she was assigned. Hector did follow her, but didn't seem ready to settle down for the night any more than the Ewe Lambs did. Jane could hear them down the hall laughing and talking. She got into bed, turned out the lights, and smiled to herself. The house wasn't terribly well soundproofed and she could still hear them a little. Except that the voices were a little bit lower, a bit more restrained, it sounded just like her house did when Katie had friends for a sleepover.
She had to be up early and tried to will herself to fall straight to sleep, but it was impossible. Not because of the voices, but because her mind kept replaying snippets of the evening.
Some parts of it had been fun. Crispy had told some really funny stories about her various moneyed marriages. But between stories on herself, she managed to slip in quite a few uncomfortable ones about the others. "Remember that time you went around with the toilet paper stuck to your shoe all day, Pooky,
and nobody told you?" she said as if it were hilarious. She also managed to remind Kathy of the time she'd planned the giant protest rally and it rained and nobody showed up except the newspaper reporters she'd invited.
Lila was even worse. Where Crispy's taunts and digs were fairly harmless and most were delivered with apparent affectionate memory, Lila's were vaguely ominous. She reminisced at some length about a slumber party, the point of the story seeming to be that Avalon was into drug use then and probably still was. She suggested, without actually saying so, that this might have accounted for the switch in purse contents — that "somebody" expected to find suspicious substances in either Rooky's purse or Avalon's.
Later on Lila made a point of bringing up the gossip about Bern's possible Supreme Court appointment. "Think of the scrutiny, Beth," she said. "Every aspect of your life under a public microscope. We'll all watch the hearings and I bet we learn things about you we never knew."
But Beth wasn't playing. "I doubt it," she said with a bored smile. "I'm not that interesting."
"None of us are," Kathy said with a laugh.
"Oh, I don't know. I'll bet anybody who turned a spotlight on you would learn some fascinating things," Lila said to her.
Kathy blushed and blustered and left the room.
When Lila turned her malevolent attention to Mimi, she failed utterly. "Soong…" she said 'as if talking to herself. "Rather a famous Chinese name for an American to have."
"Isn't it?" Mimi answered. To the questioning looks of the others, she said, "There were three Soong sisters in China. One married Sun Yat-sen, one married
Chiang Kai-shek and the other… I've forgotten what the other one did. No relation to my husband though. It's a very common name."
"I'm surprised that somebody so 'aggressively' American would marry anyone of Chinese descent," Lila went on.
Mimi just laughed and turned to Jane to explain. "Lila, in her subtle way, is referring to the fact that I once wanted to be Doris Day and Sandra Dee all in one. I wish you could have seen me — oh, I forgot! I brought yearbooks."
She had dashed off to get them while Jane wandered into the kitchen where Edgar and Gordon were playing gin rummy at the table. Kathy was there, too, leaning into the gigantic open refrigerator, her oversized derriere sticking out obstructing traffic. "Has anybody killed her yet?" she asked as Jane edged around her.
"Who? Lila? Not yet."
Pooky had followed Jane through the door. "Then I'll volunteer." She squeezed around Jane and Kathy and headed for the back door. "She just got through reminding everybody in the living room that I'm a year older than the rest of you because I was held back that year I had mono and missed so much school!"
"Poor thing. Sick and stupid," Kathy muttered into the refrigerator.
Fortunately Pooky didn't hear this. She asked Edgar, "May I go outside? I just want some fresh air."
"Sure," Edgar replied, laying out his cards smugly. "I won't lock up for another hour yet."
"I only want to go out for a few minutes. I always take a walk before going to bed. It helps me sleep," Pooky said, making a hair-tossing gesture which failed because her stiff, thin hair had no "toss" left in it.
Max interrupted Jane's thoughts by walking across her seeking a warm corner to curl into. It took her a second to realize it wasn't her own Max, it was Hector. She sat up and gave him a chin chuck. He settled into the crook of her knees. Jane adjusted to make room for him. If only she could fall asleep like he could. Maybe it had to do with being able to purr…'.
Her last thoughts were of the school yearbook Mimi brought out. Mimi's senior photo was hysterical. She actually had a platinum blond flip hairdo and raccoon makeup designed to disguise her Oriental eyes. Which it didn't. "Pooky did my hair. It took so much bleach her ringers peeled for a week," Mimi said, giggling. "I don't know why my mother didn't just drown me and spare herself the misery of having me around."
Jane fell asleep smiling.
At first she dreamed she heard the light tapping, then gradually awoke to realize it was somebody at her door. She stumbled over and opened it. Beth Vaughn was standing in the hallway wearing a sensible tailored robe. "Jane, I'm awfully sorry to wake you up," she whispered. "But I have a problem. Can you hear it?"
Jane stepped into the hallway. A faint ding-ding-ding was sounding someplace. "What's that?" she asked stupidly.
"I don't know. I think it's a smoke alarm, but there's no smoke and it's not loud enough. I can't find it."
As they padded toward Beth's room, Avalon's door opened. Her red hair was in wild disarray. "What's that bell?" she asked.
"We don't know," Jane replied. "We're trying to find it"
By the time they located the source of the sound, half the Ewe Lambs were up and roaming the hallway. It turned out to be a cheap alarm clock stuck into the glass bowl of the overhead light fixture in Beth's bedroom. Beth, a little taller than the rest, climbed a chair and retrieved it. "Who in the world would have put it there and set it to go off?" she asked.
"Pretty damned inconsiderate trick if you ask me," Kathy groused. "I'm going back to bed."
Nobody was in much of a mood to discuss the alarm clock. "Let's all go back to bed," Jane said, taking the alarm clock from Beth.
Jane found it hard to get back to sleep. She had nearly dropped off when someone sat down on her bed.
She bolted upright, barely containing a scream.'
But it was only Hector. "Geez, Hector, you scared the stuffing out of me," she said, petting him. Then she realized that the last time she'd seen him he was in the hallway getting underfoot. She was sure she'd shut him out of her room when she went back to bed, but here he was. Maybe he'd pushed the door open. But no, she could see in the dim, reflected glow i of the moon that her door was tightly closed. How elid he get in here?
It was a mild night and the window was open, but she was on the second floor. Curious, she got up and looked out. Yes, there were sturdy vines outside. Hector could have climbed them. But that presupposed he was starting from outdoors and she knew he had been indoors. Still, he might have some other means of leaving the house. It was a big, old place and might well have some other cat-sized escape routes. Still, it was strange and a little alarming.