"Well, there's something odd going on there, too. He thinks the kitchen staff is threatening to strike or something. Anyway, the country club is willing, if not downright eager, to let him off the hook."
"Have you broken this news to Edgar yet?"
"Yes, right after I insisted on bringing in breakfast."
"He's willing?"
"For a really substantial price," Shelley said wryly. "He and Trey are hammering out the details. Thank God that doesn't involve me."
"Why do I have a feeling it does involve me?" Jane asked.
"Only a little," Shelley said. "Edgar's doing a buffet. All you're needed for is carrying in an occasional replacement dish when they run low."
Jane groaned. "Do I have to wear a maid's uniform? Maybe one with a short skirt and fishnet hose?"
"You will not! You'll wear that apricot silk dress I made you buy when it was on sale last month."
Jane saluted. "Yes, ma'am. You did promise to loan me your pearls when I wore it."
"Jane, don't you have any mayonnaise?" Mel asked.
"Mel, in a house with teenagers, mayonnaise is The Staff of Life. Keep looking. Okay, Shelley. I'll help drive a load to and from the picnic tomorrow at one o'clock," Jane said, ticking items off on her fingers. "Then dinner duty when?"
"Seven or a little before."
"Then drive one bunch to the airport Sunday morning, right? No changes in that schedule?"
"Lord knows they've tried to change their plans and
get away sooner, but Mel hasn't let them."
Jane glanced at Mel, but the only part of him visible was his back end, bent over, while he rummaged in the fridge. Shelley leaned close to Jane and whispered, "You better get him out of there before he discovers the Biology Drawer. I'm off now. See you tomorrow around one." —.
Mel emerged victorious with a jar of mayonnaise and told Shelley good-night very cordially before he began constructing his sandwich. Jane sat down and watched with disgust as he put it together.
He caught her look and said, "I have a sergeant who claims that peanut butter is a good investigative tool. He says you can tell where a person is from by what they add to peanut butter sandwiches. Bacon means they came from Philadelphia, bananas mean Memphis or maybe Tupelo. Jelly means different places, depending on the kind of jelly. Grape is Omaha, I think he said. Guava is California and raspberry is Connecticut."
Jane laughed. "And what does mayonnaise and lettuce mean?" she asked as he slapped some rather limp leaves onto his sandwich.
"Outer space," he replied, biting into his construction with a happy grin.
After Mel ate, they sat on the sofa watching an old Jean Harlow movie. Mel had his arm around Jane, and after a while, gently leaned his head on her shoulder. She shivered with anticipation of the nice neck-nuzzle kiss that was coming.
But after a moment she realized his breathing was altogether too regular and even for kissing. He'd fallen asleep. She smiled and snuggled closer, thinking
how very comfortable it was to have a sleeping man around again. She didn't really think she wanted it to be a permanent situation, but it was certainly nice for a change.
21
On Saturday morning Jane broke down and cleaned out the refrigerator. This was like closing the barn door after the horses had gone, but made her feel better anyway. She'd have to be sure Mel saw the inside of it next time he was here, just so he'd know it didn't always look like it had the evening before. Although, in fact, it usually did.
As always when she did this chore, she found things she had no memory of buying. The red cabbage, for instance. What had she been thinking, getting that? It had rolled back into a corner and turned papery with age. There were the usual sprouting onions and potatoes and a carton of unspeakable cottage cheese. What if Mel had noticed and opened that, she thought. The answer was that he'd probably have fallen over, asphyxiated, as she almost did when she discovered it. Even Willard, who considered the refrigerator a veritable feast of odors, had backed away from it.
"Mom, what's that smell!" Katie said, stumbling into the kitchen in her nightgown. She picked Max up and cuddled him. Max, who's idea of what was edible was at significant variance from Jane's, meowed to be put back where he could watch for any tasty morsels Jane might unearth.
"A lot of very old things," Jane said. "Why did somebody put the lunch meat back here without closing the wrapper?"
"Must have been Todd. He's the only one who eats that yucky stuff," Katie said with a yawn. "It looks like a frilly hockey puck."
She leaned around Jane and fished a can of tomato juice out of the refrigerator and took it back upstairs, presumably to give her strength to begin a strenuous day of telephoning.
Mike came down a few minutes later, already showered and dressed. He poured himself a gigantic bowl of cereal and Jane automatically handed him the milk. "She's already on the phone," he mumbled around the first mouthful of flakes. Meow was sitting on the chair opposite, watching him eat.
"I know. Don't give that cat milk on the table! What are you up to today?"
"Scott and I are going to the library, then over to some school that's having a football game he wants to see."
"Funny, I didn't think Scott was that crazy about football," Jane said, sponging off a shelf with baking soda solution.
"Cheerleader," Mike explained. "You didn't need me for anything, did you?"
"No, but I need my car."
"It's okay. Scott's driving."
Mike had left and Jane had the refrigerator done when Elliot's mother called. "Jane, I saw something in the paper this morning about a county fair that sounds like fun. We're going to make a day trip of it. Well, day and night really. We'll probably go to the carnival in the evening and stay overnight. You don't mind if Todd comes along, do you?'.'
"I'd be thrilled. Dorothy, I'll keep them both out of your hair next weekend."
Jane went upstairs to shower off the stale odor of elderly vegetables, then told Katie she was leaving.
Katie covered the phone with her hand. "Mom! I've got to get a haircut today!"
"You should have said so earlier. I don't have time to take you. I told you I was going to be busy today, remember?"
"Everybody's going to stare at me. I look like a witch!" She flounced her hair to make the point clearer.
"You'll tough it out and be a better person for it," Jane assured her. "Be sure and lock up if you go out."
When she got to the bed and breakfast, nobody seemed in much of a picnic mood, understandably enough. But they'd all decided to go along anyway, because otherwise they would have been trapped at Edgar's all day.
"It's a nice place, but I'm sick of it!" Pooky summed up for them. "I want to go home to my own cooking and my own bathroom."
"Tomorrow," Jane said. "Now, who's riding with me?"
She ended up taking Beth, Avalon, and Pooky. "You all look wonderful," she said cheerfully. Beth and Pooky were in slacks and pretty sweaters; Avalon had on a saggy, baggy dress, but it was a definite red color, unlike her other drab outfits. She had a rolled bandanna around her hair and was wearing a little makeup. It was a clear improvement over her usual appearance. From the proprietary way Pooky was watching her, Jane deduced that Pooky had been responsible for the change.
When they reached the park, the picnic was already
under way. Trey Moffat, the class president, must have been possessed of the same strength of personality as Shelley, because there was a cheerful mood to the gathering in spite of everything. He'd put the men in charge of the cooking at three separate stone fireplaces. The women were scattering around the picnic tables, setting out paper plates and plastic silverware. Jane estimated that he'd managed to coerce nearly seventy or eighty people to attend, not including the children.