Runaway Mistress (31 page)

Gloria came up behind her with her arms full of dishes. “It’s like you say, girl. You can’t leave Alice. You just stay put till someone says otherwise.”

“Hmm,” she said, taking another sip. She had investment and bank accounts, not to mention personal items in Florida. The way she had felt yesterday, she could put off getting that all sorted out for months to come. But in this case, it might be necessary to get that mess in Florida handled soon; it might be the only way she could get on with her life, afford the rent and expenses that would no doubt come due. She was no expert in legal affairs, but it seemed to her that if someone died, their accounts were closed.

“I’d better get going,” she said. “Thank you for the nip, Buzz. I don’t think it cleared my head, but it might’ve calmed my nerves.”

“Doris, I know I don’t have to tell you this, but it’s real important you remember that Alice isn’t going to be far behind Louise.”

“I know,” she said, and she said it very, very softly.

“You’re fond of that old dog, it’s very plain to see.”

“I am. But I’m a big girl. And I think she wants to be with Louise.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Reckon they have pooper-scoopers in heaven?”

Jennifer hadn’t been home long when Alex came to the door. She threw herself into his arms and that’s when the tears came. “I know we shouldn’t be so surprised,” she cried. “But you just don’t know how much I depended on Louise. We e-mailed every day. Sometimes they were so brief. Sometimes just a couple of lines. But there were times I sat writing for what seemed hours.” She sniffed back tears and looked into his sad eyes. “I told her everything before she died. Everything.”

“And let me guess—she accepted you completely.”

“Completely.”

“It was a lucky day for all of us that you ran into Louise and made friends.”

“You can’t know how much I owe her.”

“Rose isn’t answering her phone or door,” he said.

“I’m not surprised. She asked to be left alone for a little bit. I think she wanted to have a good cry. You know how proud Rose is—appearances are everything to her.”

“I’ll let her be for a while,” he said. “I’ll try again later.”

“Alex, Louise died at about two in the morning. Nine o’clock in the morning in London.” She could see that he wasn’t making any connection. “I think maybe she swung by and said goodbye to Alice.”

He frowned, thinking about that. And as he remembered the howling from the night before, a smile grew on his lips. “Wouldn’t that be just like her. How’s Alice doing now?”

“All calmed down. I really think she got riled up and wanted to go with Louise.”

Alice was back in her usual spot, and he went over there to give her a pat. “You’ll be going with her soon enough, old girl. You stay with us for a while, okay?”

Alice rolled over on her back, acquiescing.

Jennifer came up behind him and put her arms around him. “Will you be all right if you don’t have Louise to look after?”

He rubbed the arms that circled him. “As long as I have you.”

“You have me.”

She asked him to stay with her. She had never before asked a man to stay the night. But for probably the first time in years this solitary person who’d survived quite well without friends just didn’t want to be alone. In fact, loneliness was a new feeling for her, and she welcomed it. It meant there were people in her life she craved.

They turned on the TV and nestled into the couch cushions, their bare feet on the coffee table and Alice lying peacefully in the space between the sofa and table, under their raised legs. Alex found some basketball game but turned the volume down low. By nine o’clock he was sleeping, every once in a while emitting a snore or soft grumble. She thought about just pulling the throw at the end of the sofa over the two of them, and then remembered Rose.

There were soft lights behind the blinds in Rose’s living room, so Jennifer knocked. Rose didn’t answer, so she rang the bell. Still nothing, so she pounded on the door. Since that didn’t bring any answer, either, she became worried. Her fleeting and hysterical thought was,
I can’t lose both of them in one day!
She turned the knob and, of course, the door opened right up. No one bothered with locks around here except police officers and women who were hiding out.

There were candles lit in the small living room and Rose sat in the corner in her chair. She wore a pale pink dressing gown and held a box of tissues in her lap. “Louise was right,” she said. “We really should start locking our doors.”

“I’m sorry, Rose. I couldn’t help it—you scared me by not answering.”

“Now you see I’m fine, you can go.”

“Alex is also worried,” she said.

Rose didn’t say anything.

Jennifer went closer and knelt on the floor before Rose. She reached for her and lay her head in Rose’s lap. Almost reluctantly, Rose began to pat the soft cap of dark hair that covered her head.

“Where did you come from, little Doris? How is it you’ve come into our lives and taken Louise’s place?”

She lifted her head in surprise. “I can’t have done that, Rose. I miss her, too. We were becoming good friends through our e-mails every day.”

“You know I don’t have a computer,” Rose said.

“We’ll get you one.”

“I don’t want one. I think it’s devil-inspired. I’m saying, I never e-mailed her.”

“I know…”

“But I talked to her every day.”

Jennifer’s eyes were wide with shock. “You never—”

Rose was shaking her head. “I never said.” She swallowed. “She was my oldest friend. Even though there were others I knew longer, Louise was my oldest and dearest friend.”

“You talked every day? She wasn’t sick, was she? Was it like they said—that she just went to sleep?”

Rose nodded. “I told her all about you. About you and Alex, about the party at Adolfo’s house. About Hedda and the prom. She was proud of you. She said, ‘See Rose, I told you she was quite a girl.’ And I said, phoo. She’s no girl. She’s thirty already and hasn’t begun to settle down.”

Jennifer felt the tears wet her cheeks.

“I wasn’t able to tell her about Alice acting up. There was no answer at her flat. She may have already been gone.”

“Yes.”

“I scolded her for not telling you about Rudy and she said it wasn’t that important. She said she wasn’t going back and forth for quite the same reasons anymore. It was more or less habit. She was an odd old duck. But so good. And she was more than ready. She complained much more often about the pain of her joints. It was, at times, unbearable. But do you know the worst for me? To know she was alone. I didn’t want her to be alone when she died.”

“I don’t think she even realized…”

“I guess what I mean to say is that I don’t want to be alone. But what can we do about that? I never had a family. And so—”

“You won’t be alone, Rose. I promise,” she said. “You have family now.”

Fourteen

T
he prom was a welcome distraction and Hedda could barely contain her excitement. She planned to work her schedule as usual, Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning. She needed a little extra help on Saturday night, she told Jennifer nervously. “My…ah…my mom can’t get off work Saturday night, and that’s where she makes her biggest tips, so I need a baby-sitter for Joey.”

“You know that’s no problem.”

But Jennifer knew there was more to the story. Sylvia was not going to allow this special event. Hedda was a sharp cookie—she wasn’t going to draw Jennifer into her conspiracy.

“Okay,” Jennifer said. “Tomorrow, as soon as you get off work, grab Joey, come over and let’s work on your hair and makeup.”

“Great,” she said, beaming.

Alex spent most of Saturday morning working on all three lawns. He mowed, trimmed, repaired sprinklers, edged along the sidewalk and weeded out planter boxes. While he was in constant evidence outside, Rose and Jennifer were assembling things inside.

“Do you think he could be more obvious?” Jennifer asked Rose.

“Phoo. He can’t admit he’s as interested in this night as we are.”

“Should we invite him to play? Or should we make him beg?”

Rose pulled the curtain on the front window to one side and looked out. “Too late. Here’s our girl on the fly.”

Hedda was walking at nearly a run, pulling Joey along. She wore a tank top, overlong shorts and her high-top rubber-toed tennis shoes. Over her shoulder she carried a plastic bag. Jennifer looked at her watch. It was five-thirty. Max would be coming for her in about an hour and a half.

She lifted Alice’s lead from the hook on the wall and the old girl got lazily to her feet. She was on the front step with the dog just as Hedda came flying up the walk. “Joey, how would you like to take Alice for a little walk with Alex?”

Alex looked over the hedge at Jennifer. He smirked. “Hey, Hedda. Big date tonight?” he asked.

“Very funny, Alex. Joey, will you be nice? Go with Alex?”

“Come on, sport,” Alex said, laying down his hedge trimmers. “Let’s go get a couple of beers, watch some sports, pick up chicks.”

“’Kay,” he agreed, taking the lead from Jennifer.

With Alex and Joey gone, the transformation commenced. Hedda was shuffled into the shower where towels, soap, shampoo and a robe were waiting for her. The women paced outside the door impatiently while she got cleaned up. When the door to the bathroom finally opened, they literally pulled her from the room.

A chair was brought from the dining room into the bedroom. Rose insisted she be the one to help with Hedda’s hair on the grounds that all
Doris
knew about hair had been awfully drastic. So while Rose employed the blow dryer and curling iron, Jennifer worked on Hedda’s nails. There wasn’t much to them, given her line of work, but they shaped up nicely and looked much improved with some clear polish.

There was a bit of a tussle over the hairstyle. Rose was fond of big hair, back-combing and the like. Hedda was more than willing to alter her usual spiky coif for something a little more formal, but every time Rose teased it up, Hedda would pat it down.

The makeup was much easier—there was very little disagreement. Since Hedda didn’t usually wear makeup, they went easy. A little base, a little eyeliner, soft lip liner and gloss.

They heard Alex and Joey come back but wouldn’t let them into the bedroom, where all the really serious work was taking place. When it was almost time to get the dress out of its protective bag, Jennifer pulled some tissue paper out of a dresser drawer.

“I don’t know if this is still traditional for a prom, but I thought you might like to have this,” she said, peeling back the tissue.

“A garter,” Hedda said. It was the same soft pink as the dress with little pearls in the shape of a heart. She looked at Jennifer with tears in her eyes. “I was going to skip it,” she said.

“We’re not going to skip anything. And here’s a little something else,” she said, producing some very sheer pink panties, fancier and more expensive than anything Hedda had ever had.

“Oh, God, how
gorgeous!
”

“You may show Max the garter, not the panties,” Rose said. She grabbed Hedda’s shoulders, turned her in the direction of the bathroom and said, “Put on your lacies and let’s get this show on the road.”

Moments later, Hedda stood before them in all her pink glory. Rose produced a sheer shiny white shoulder wrap and Jennifer went back to that same dresser drawer and brought out a slim, glittery bracelet. As she put it on Hedda’s wrist, the girl gasped. “Is this
real?
”

“Don’t worry. It has a safety latch.”

“Doris, I
can’t.
It’s too much.”

“It’s perfect. Isn’t it, Rose?”

Rose looked at her strangely. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Perfect,” she agreed, but in her eyes there were a thousand questions.

The doorbell rang.

“Show time,” Rose said, handing Hedda a small satin clutch. “You have a house key for this house, lip gloss, tissue and a couple of twenties in case you need a cab home.”

“I won’t need a cab,” she laughed.

Rose left the bedroom to get a look at Max. Hedda would have followed when Jennifer pulled her back. Whispering, she said, “Just a minute. Two things to remember. No drinking and driving, and remember how old your mom was when you were born?”

Hedda nodded.

“I’m taking a big chance here. I’ve known all along I’m going against your mother’s wishes.”

“Doris, no one has ever been this great to me. You rock.”

“Well, rock on back here at a decent hour. If you scare me at all, I’ll shave your head.”

Jennifer wasn’t sure what she was expecting from Max—maybe some tux pants that were hanging off his bum, exposing his boxer shorts. She had found herself hoping that the older brother’s car he was planning to use wouldn’t be too big a wreck; she’d hate to see that adorable dress get ripped, snagged or smeared with dirt.

Waiting just inside the living room door with a plastic corsage box was Max, his hair looking a little like an unmade bed but actually better than usual. And he wore a very nicely fitted tux—white. And he said, “Wow!” when he saw Hedda.

And Jennifer said, “Max! Wow yourself!”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling shyly. He handed Hedda the plastic box. “We have to drive over to my folks?” he said uncomfortably, his voice rising in habitual question. “Pictures?”

“That’s cool,” she said. Because clearly Hedda was feeling very much like having her picture taken.

“We have to take some pictures, too,” Alex said, and Jennifer noticed for the first time a camera sitting on the coffee table. “Let’s get some outside. Under the tree.”

That was the first time they saw the car. A Lexus.

“Max, is that your brother’s car?” Jennifer asked.

“Naw. He’s got a Honda? It’s a real nice Honda, though. This is my mom’s? She says if I so much as scratch the paint, she’s going to—well, actually, you don’t want to know what she said she’d do, but it’s very painful.” No question in his voice now. This, Jennifer realized, was how you knew Max was making a statement that brooked no doubt.