Summer Beach Reads 5-Book Bundle: Beachcombers, Heat Wave, Moon Shell Beach, Summer House, Summer Breeze (16 page)

Lily had been out past midnight at the benefit dance for the science museum, and when she got home, she’d still been wired, so she’d sat on her bed and typed her notes into her laptop while they were still fresh in her mind. She probably hadn’t gotten to sleep until almost three a.m., and when her cell phone woke her at ten o’clock, her first instinct was to let it go to the message box. Then she opened one eye, dragged the phone to her from the bedside table, and saw that the call was from Eartha Yardley.

Instantly, Lily sat up, wide awake.

Eartha wanted Lily to come out to her house to discuss a job with her. How soon could she come? Eartha asked. Right away, Lily told her, clicked off the phone, and raced for the shower. She dressed hurriedly, grabbed the keys for the car, and raced outside.

Eartha Yardley’s house sprawled between high sand dunes at Dionis. On either side of the steps to the front door, large stone dogs sat holding in their mouths stone baskets filled with fresh flowers. It was eleven o’clock in the morning when Lily knocked on the door.

From deep in the house, a little dog began to yap. As Lily waited, the dog’s barking came closer, and then she saw the animal—a Shih Tzu, Lily thought—leaping up at the window, yapping and growling and throwing itself into a kind of gymnastic frenzy. But no person came to the door.

Lily knocked again. The dog’s bark rose an octave. Lily peered in the window, but the light was wrong; she couldn’t see whether or not anyone was coming.

Her cell phone rang. Lily reached into her bag and opened it.

“Lily, don’t stand there like Lot’s wife, come in. The door’s not locked. Don’t be afraid of Godzy, he won’t bite.” Eartha clicked off the phone before Lily could reply.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The little dog danced backward, as if Lily were a seven-headed monster. She knelt down. “Hello, Godzy.”

But the animal was not to be won over so easily. It continued to bark so passionately it bounced.

The enormous room was
so
not Nantucket-style. Instead of blue, white, and simple, it was multicolored and crowded with antiques, paintings, art glass, tapestries, rugs, and deep, comfortable furniture more suited to a winter in the city than summer on the island.

The little dog raced down a hall and through a door. Lily followed. The bedroom had one wall that was entirely glass, and facing it was a queen-sized bed with a quilted headboard glittering with glass and colored beads. Lily had never seen anything like it.

In the middle of the bed, among crimson silk sheets, lay Eartha Yardley. Her blond hair, backcombed and sprayed into a stiff helmet, was dented on one side.

“God, I hate morning,” she croaked. “Not thrilled by afternoon, either. Get me some water, not tap, that mineral stuff from the refrigerator.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Lily hurried from the room, through the living room, and out to the kitchen. All the appliances were state-of-the-art stainless steel, shining and new. She found a glass, poured the water, and returned to Eartha’s bedroom.

“Thanks, dear.” Eartha was sitting up in bed now, with Godzy in her lap. She sipped the water, shuddering. “Don’t stand there gawking at me. I know exactly what an old horror I am in the morning. Walk around the room. Acquaint yourself with my closet. Sit down at my vanity over there and check out my jewelry. Not just the stuff that’s out, open the drawers.”

Lily obeyed, feeling like Alice in Wonderland Goes to Heaven.
The room was a tumult of discarded clothing, shoes, handbags, and underwear. The floor of the walk-in closet was a sea of silk and satin. She sat down at the handsome vanity, made of light wood and inlaid ivory, a kind of 1930s look. Jewelry was strewn and jumbled across the top as carelessly as shells tossed on the beach by the tide.

“You have so many beautiful things,” Lily said.

“Yeah, well, don’t get any bright ideas about taking something. I may act like an old fool but I know exactly what I have.” Eartha struggled out of bed and went into her bathroom.

Lily opened the drawers on either side of the kneehole. The drawers were all lined with lots of slots and nests with velvet pockets holding rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, brooches. One drawer for pearls. One for sapphires. One for rubies. One for emeralds. Two for diamonds. She started sorting the heap of jewelry on top, matching pieces, and replacing them in their little nests.

Eartha came out of the bathroom. She wore a wildly printed caftan and she’d squashed her hair back into place. “Don’t do that, honey.” She came across the room, walking with the careful steps of someone with a hangover. She leaned one hand on the vanity. “Here.” She pointed to a leather book on the floor. “We need to record everything.” She crept around to a white silk chaise and collapsed on it. “I keep a record of what I wear to which events. Don’t like to duplicate anything, you see, and I attend too many functions to just remember it all, presupposing I have any memory left in the first place.”

Lily opened the book. It was a standard diary, one page for each day of the year. She read the last entry:

Luncheon. Kay’s. Red silk. Gold chain. Gold bracelets.

Cocktails. Henry’s. Paisley swirl skirt. White tunic. Turquoise and silver.

“So my last girl quit,” Eartha announced as she lifted a cigarette from a silver case and stuck it in her mouth. “She’d been with me for a while, but she got engaged this winter, when I was down in my Key Biscayne place, and she just missed her fiancé too much and took off. Stupid girl. I pay well, and this is hardly coal mining.”

As Eartha talked, her little dog timidly approached Lily. Lily held out her hand for Godzy to sniff. Godzy sniffed and jumped back as if singed, but gathered his courage and came back. After a few
more moments, Lily was able to pick the little dog up and hold him in her lap.

“Godzy likes you,” Eartha said. “That’s a good sign. And you’re pretty. I can’t bear anyone unattractive. So what do you say? Six mornings a week, just two or three hours, helping me keep things organized.”

“I’d love to do it.” Lily couldn’t believe she was going to be paid. This would be like playing in a fairy tale. “And it fits in very nicely with the little business my sisters and I have started. We call it Nantucket Mermaids, and we do all sorts of odd jobs.”

“Cute,” Eartha said dryly. “Just tell me who to make the checks to.”

As she drove back to her house, Lily yawned until her jaw cracked. Tonight she had to attend a huge fund-raiser, and she needed to wash her hair and set it on rollers, so it would fall in a long relaxed wave like Angelina Jolie often wore hers. Eartha would be at the fund-raiser. Lily knew what Eartha was wearing but still hadn’t figured out what she’d wear herself.

The house was empty and hot with late afternoon sun. She dug a protein bar out of her bag and absentmindedly chewed away at it as she went up the stairs, checked her answering machine, and double-checked her calendar. Good. Plenty of time for a little nap.

Cinnamon lay on Lily’s bed, stretched out full length, stoned by sunshine. The sight made Lily so drowsy she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She slipped off her clothes and collapsed on the bed. As she curled up and closed her eyes, she conjured up all those mind-blowing pieces of jewelry. Although Eartha talked incessantly, she hadn’t disclosed much about herself, and Lily had promised she would use nothing Eartha told her in her arts and entertainment column. But a girl could dream, and Lily let her thoughts drift. Eartha had no children of her own. She’d had several husbands, but was unattached now and it seemed her closest companion was Godzy. As Lily relaxed and drifted toward sleep, she allowed herself a little fantasy. What if Eartha came to really care for Lily? It was not impossible. What if Eartha kind of adopted Lily? What if she said, in her careless way, “Oh, Lily, I have so much jewelry. Whenever I see
you at various parties, you’re never wearing anything real. Why don’t you choose a couple of nice pieces of mine to keep for yourself? I don’t need them, and you have such a pretty, smooth neck. They’d look ravishing on you, don’t you think?”

Lily fell asleep with a smile on her face.

She was wakened from a deep sleep by a loud thud as the door to her room was slammed open so hard it hit the wall. Emma stormed into the room, her face like thunder. Abbie was right behind, her mouth tense.

“Lily, it is not going to start all over again.” Emma was practically snarling.

Lily sat up. “What? What’s going on?”

Emma echoed, in a little girl’s voice,
“What’s going on?”

“Emma, calm down,” Abbie said softly.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on.” Emma’s voice was shaking. “Abbie and I have been working all day long and we’ve got jobs tonight, but
she
cleaned the kitchen before she left this morning and
I
cleaned the bathrooms and washed and dried and folded all the towels and we left the Old Clunker for you. All we asked
you
was to stop by the grocery store, and you couldn’t even be bothered to do that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lily protested.

“I’m talking about the list I left on the kitchen table!” Emma retorted. “With your name printed at the top in bright red letters. Don’t tell me you didn’t see it.”

“But I
didn’t
see it,” Lily insisted.

“Oh, come on, Lily, how could you miss it?” Even Abbie seemed cranky.

Lily thought. “I guess I didn’t go into the kitchen today. I just got dressed and drove out to Eartha’s, and grabbed some coffee on the way.”

Emma threw her hands up. “Of course you did. Of course you just took care of yourself and didn’t bother to think of any of the rest of us who might have plans, or need the car, or that we’re out of toilet paper—”

Abbie added, “You can’t just live here like it’s your hotel and
we’re your maids. You’re not a baby any longer, even if you want to be.”

Lily stared at her older sister in dismay. Abbie had always been so loving to Lily, so protective, so kind. Lily had been Abbie’s little darling. She couldn’t believe what Abbie was saying.

“It’s not my fault,” Lily argued sullenly. “I just didn’t go into the kitchen.”

“Lily.” Abbie’s tone was more reasonable now. She took Emma’s hand and pulled her over to sit on Lily’s bed next to her. “I think you all just assumed that when I returned, I’d take care of the house like I always did.”

“I didn’t think that,” Lily retorted. Her thoughts were whirling. Of course she’d assumed that. That was what Abbie did. Abbie took care of the house and Abbie took care of Lily. Lily wanted the old Abbie back.

“But I’m working now,” Abbie continued.

“And I am, too.” Emma was calmer now. “We both have morning jobs and afternoon jobs and usually evening jobs, too. It’s not fair to expect Abbie and me to do all the house stuff, too.”

Lily stared at the wall and didn’t respond.

Abbie said, “I have a suggestion. Let’s get together, the three of us, and work out a schedule of duties. I’m sure Lily wants to pull her own weight, do her share. Right, Lily?”

Lily nodded, but inside a fierce little devil was throwing a tantrum. No, she didn’t really want to do any of the housework. Who would?

Emma said, “That means you’re going to have to schedule your chores into your days. You’re going to have to set your alarm clock and get up before noon and not spend so much time lying on the beach or visiting your friends.”

Lily hated it, how Emma was making her sound so irresponsible! Then she remembered her news. “Oh! I wanted to tell you! Eartha Yardley has asked me to help her organize and take care of her clothes. She wants me to work every morning. So I won’t be sleeping until noon anymore!” She looked triumphantly at Emma.

“Eartha Yardley. Wow. How did you meet her?” Abbie asked.

“At a cocktail party. She asked me to get her a drink, and I did, and we talked. She phoned me this morning, and I went over to see
her. She said I’m
pretty.
” Pleasure bubbled through Lily as she remembered the compliment.

“Okay, so you have two jobs now,” Emma said. “So do we—”

Lily interrupted Emma, rushing to tell the rest. “I told her that my sisters and I have a company called Nantucket Mermaids. I thought it would be a real coup if her name was added to the list of clients.”

“That’s true, Lily,” Abbie agreed. “It would upscale our image and impress prospective employers. Thanks for thinking of us.”

“So I’m a Nantucket Mermaid now?” Lily asked.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Lily,” Emma said grumpily. “It’s just a name.”

But Abbie pretended she had a sword in her hand and touched Lily on both shoulders as if she were being knighted. “I hereby dub you a Nantucket Mermaid.”

“But you still have to help with the household chores,” Emma said.

Wednesday morning, Marina helped Sheila Lester and two strong male volunteers carry the boxes of discarded books out to Sheila’s truck. Some books were in such bad shape, stained with food or water or worse, that they couldn’t be read. Others were out-of-date reference books, and some were old paperback novels and antiquated scientific tomes that had been put out for sale at only pennies and never chosen.