ly."
"Look at the detail," Mimi instructed.
As Jane studied the picture, she started to smile. It was full of quiet little jokes. The bush beside the coach house wasn't just squiggly lines as it first appeared, it was a seething mass of tiny rabbits. Bricks had faces hidden in them. So did tree trunks. A few random rocks along the drive were actually a chorus line of raccoons. There was a peddler with his pack in a cloud and a witch hidden in the branches of a tree.
"This is delightful!" Jane, exclaimed. "You must show it to Edgar. He'll love it!"
"Do you think so?" Avalon whispered.
Pooky came over to take a look and went hysterical with enthusiasm. "Why, this is wonderful. I love it! Oh, Avalon, would you consider giving it to me? I have just the perfect place to hang it in my apartment. It would change the whole room and mean all the more because an old friend made it."
Kathy slouched by, her mouth full of ham and egg roll. "Hey, Avalon, that's cute," she said, spitting a few crumbs as she spoke. "Have you ever used this talent of yours for anything worthwhile?"
"Worthwhile?" Mimi asked with a dangerous smile.
"Socially worthwhile. We all owe it to society to use our gifts to benefit mankind," Kathy said.
"Oh, put a sock in it," Crispy said cheerfully from across the room. Several others laughed. "Avalon doesn't owe anybody anything, Kathy. And if she did go crusading, she might not crusade for your
causes. Have you thought about that? Just what are your causes these days, anyway?"
She'd said it in a light, joking way, but Kathy, though not the least offended, took it to be a serious question. "The same as always, Crispy. Peace, love, the protection of the environment…."
The individual groups fell silent as Crispy snapped, "Oh, come on! That's all so easy and trendy to say. What are you doing about any of it?"
"As much as we can," Kathy said smugly. She took a deep breath and several people decently averted their eyes from the expanding T-shirt. "My husband and children and I drive into Tulsa and volunteer every Saturday at the local recycling center. I make my own soap—"
"All it takes is piss and ashes," someone muttered. Jane glanced around but nobody looked guilty.
"No, it takes time and love and dedication," Kathy said. Her voice suddenly caught in something between a hiccup and a snort.
Pooky had ignored the whole controversy and was still begging for the picture. Avalon didn't seem to know how to say no to her, but hadn't turned loose of it yet.
"It's a lovely drawing, Avalon," Jane said, getting the conversation back on what she hoped was a less dangerous course. Avalon's next words dispelled this happy notion.
"I did it the night of the prom," Avalon said.
A sort of collective shudder went around the room.
"The night Ted died?" Crispy asked softly, although they all knew the answer.
Avalon looked as if she were remembering a dream that was both wonderful and horrible. "Yes, there was moonlight almost as bright as day. I'd just finished it
when I heard the~car engine start and I thought he would back out any minute and catch me drawing the house, so I ran away."
The words hung in the air. They all knew Ted hadn't backed his car out, but had gone back upstairs to die.
Pooky hadn't given up trying to acquire the drawing. "It's so wonderful!"
Jane was casting wildly about for something to say to change the subject when someone else did it for her. Lila came into the room, looking around for something. She had changed from her antique traveling suit into a brown tweed skirt, hand-knitted sweater, and Old Maine Trotters that had probably been her mother's shoes. Her Grace Kelly hair was still up in a roll. "Has anyone seen my red notebook?" she asked. "I set it on that table in the front hall with my bag when I came in—"
She'd broken the Dead Ted mood and everybody was grateful. "What did it look like?" Pooky asked.
"About so—" Lila said, indicating a 5 by 7 size with her hands. "It has a bright red cover. It's very important that I find it."
"Like this?" Crispy said, fishing a like object out of her purse.
"Yes, that's it. I should have known you'd take it," Lila said.
If the others were shocked at this rudeness, Crispy seemed delighted. "But I didn't take it. This is mine."
Lila strode across the room and snatched it from Crispy's hand. Crispy grinned as Lila opened the notebook and looked perplexed. "But — this isn't mine," she said.
Crispy took it back with a victorious smile. "I believe I told you that, didn't I?"
"So sorry," Lila said curtly. "I must find mine. I have some very important business numbers in it. Would you all check your things to see if you accidentally picked it up?"
While she was trying, with limited success, to get them to go to their rooms and rummage through their belongings, Jane took the snack tray to the kitchen to refill it. Gordon, the co-owner of the bed and breakfast, had just come in the back door. Edgar introduced him to Jane. Jane gushed about his magnificent decorating while studying him. He was as gorgeous as his creations. He was fortyish, with a thick shock of dark blond hair and Peter Lawford eyes along with a marvelous physique. He seemed genuinely pleased with Jane's remarks, but weary.
"Long day at the factory?" Edgar asked, rolling out some pastry dough.
"The longest. Management's decided to start a new card line with kitten photos. Kitten photos! Little kitty turds all over the studio. Cats don't much like having their pictures taken. Just think, if I hadn't taken this job, I'd have never known that. And then I have to come home to this… beast!" he said, pointing an accusatory finger at Hector, who yawned magnificently.
"It won't be for long," Edgar assured him. "And Hector caught a chipmunk today. Or at least he found a dead one. It's a step in the right direction. Blood lust is next."
"Excuse me, Jane. I've got to go shower off Eau de Chat," Gordon said. He lightly punched Edgar's shoulder as he passed him and Edgar smiled sympathetically.
"Poor Gordon," Jane said. "He doesn't like Hector?"'
"He adores him, "but won't admit it," Edgar said.
Mimi Soong pushed the door from the dining room open. "Jane, can I help with anything? Oh, what a wonderful kitchen!"
Edgar wiped the flour off his hands and gave her a tour. They were joined by Pooky a few minutes later— another refugee from Lila's determination to form a search party to hunt for her notebook. Pooky tried to be polite, but it was obvious that a kitchen was a kitchen as far as she was concerned and she wasn't bright enough to pretend real enthusiasm. Mimi, however, knew kitchens and, like an Oriental queen, drifted around asking exactly the right questions. Edgar was delighted.
Jane finally remembered her original errand and put another layer of tiny, crustless sandwiches on the tray, artfully scattered a few olives and carrot curls among them, and took the tray back to the big living room. It was nearly empty. Crispy was fiddling with the television, trying to find the shopping channel, and Kathy was inflicting some tirade on Shelley. Kathy's broad, enthusiastic gestures set her breasts jiggling and swaying in her T-shirt in a way that Jane found both fascinating and horrifying.
"… and if we then use our right to vote in a way that satisfies our deeper conscience and sends a message to the politicians that—"
"Excuse me, Shelley, Edgar wants to know something about your dinner plans," Jane interrupted brutally.
Shelley leaped to her feet like a jack-in-the-box. "Of course!"
"Where are the Johns around here?" Kathy asked.
"There's a bathroom with each bedroom," Jane said.
"Oh, all right! We'll finish this discussion later, Shelley," she threatened, heading off toward the stairs.