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Authors: Rita Lakin
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Absurd!
And now, to discover the woman knows
un flic—
a policeman—in this country! It complicates things, but The Snake will prevail. He manages a cruel smile. So far the authorities believe it was an accident. He will have to call his nephew, Gaston,back in Paris. But now he has an excuse for his failure. He can tell the others he injured the niece on purpose, to separate from the target the one who is always at her side
.
He sneers at a fast-moving nurse who almost collides with him as she hurries into a patient’s room. No, perhaps he won’t call Gaston yet. He will do the job right next time. He will not miss again
.
I’m warming up for our morning exercise downstairs next to our usual patio table before the girls arrive. Why? Because I don’t want them to find an excuse to come into my apartment. Otherwise they’ll ask where Jack is and where he went so early in the morning. Since I won’t lie and say he’s still sleeping, it will open a can of peas I don’t want to open. All right. It’s not as if he didn’t check in and call me from the hospital, but there was no mention of when he’d be home. It is very small-minded of me to feel distress about Jack being there to help Michelle. And now Morrie’s showed up. I’ll bet he heard about Michelle years ago. Pretty soon my entire world, meaning all of Phase Two, will be sticking their noses into my business to find out about the mysterious gorgeous Frenchwoman who may or may not be taking Jack away from me. I love living here, but somehow privacy is not a word in anyone’s dictionary.
“You’re talking to yourself, did you know?” Evvie briskly jogs over to me as part of her warm-up. She’s wearing bright orange shorts and a green T-shirt.
“I know.”
“You’re here before Ida and Bella. The three of you always come downstairs together. Change of pattern means something’s happened.”
Here we go. I have to tell Evvie, so how can I keep it from the other girls? “Michelle’s niece Colette had a horrible accident last night.”
“Tell me.”
“Might as well wait for the others, so I don’t have to repeat it.”
“So I gather Jack is with her at the hospital.”
“Right on. Since five A.M.”
“Fate.” Evvie leans her hands against a building wall and does arm and leg stretches. “If you hadn’t gone to that book fair, you and Jack would never have run into her. And this wouldn’t be happening.”
“And your point is?”
“No good deed goes unpunished. You shouldn’t have driven the girls to the hotel.”
“So, you think this was meant to happen? Miss Philosopher?”
Now Evvie is doing knee bends.
“Que será, será.”
Bella and Sophie, in color-coordinated sweatsuits, Sophie in yellow, Bella in pink, trot over in their imitation of jogging. Teeny tiptoe steps at a snail’s pace. Sophie stops and jogs in place. “We’re here.”
Bella immediately sits down at the nearest patio table.
Her
philosophy is why stand when you can sit.
Ida, in her usual grungy-looking gray sweats, arrives. “What’s going on? Since when do we do warm-ups downstairs?”
I fill them in, giving the same useless warning: Keep it to yourselves. I know they’ll try, but I also know they’ll slip up.
“Wow,” says Sophie.
“Me, too, wow,” says Bella.
“That’s what you get for driving them to the book fair.” Ida bends, touching her toes.
Evvie shrugs. “I rest my case.”
I hear a “Yoo-hoo, Gladdy,” coming from behind and we all look around. There’s Lola heading toward us with a woman in tow. Since when is she without Hy? And who is this strange apparition bearing down upon us? She’s about five ten and very hefty. I thought Evvie was the queen of colorful, but this babe puts her to shame. She is every color of the spectrum and that includes her hair. I can’t even describe the hairdo. It’s kind of fifties retro with a bubble top and bangs that nearly cover her face. Her dress seems like a muumuu, but
And now, to discover the woman knows
un flic—
a policeman—in this country! It complicates things, but The Snake will prevail. He manages a cruel smile. So far the authorities believe it was an accident. He will have to call his nephew, Gaston,back in Paris. But now he has an excuse for his failure. He can tell the others he injured the niece on purpose, to separate from the target the one who is always at her side
.
He sneers at a fast-moving nurse who almost collides with him as she hurries into a patient’s room. No, perhaps he won’t call Gaston yet. He will do the job right next time. He will not miss again
.
I’m warming up for our morning exercise downstairs next to our usual patio table before the girls arrive. Why? Because I don’t want them to find an excuse to come into my apartment. Otherwise they’ll ask where Jack is and where he went so early in the morning. Since I won’t lie and say he’s still sleeping, it will open a can of peas I don’t want to open. All right. It’s not as if he didn’t check in and call me from the hospital, but there was no mention of when he’d be home. It is very small-minded of me to feel distress about Jack being there to help Michelle. And now Morrie’s showed up. I’ll bet he heard about Michelle years ago. Pretty soon my entire world, meaning all of Phase Two, will be sticking their noses into my business to find out about the mysterious gorgeous Frenchwoman who may or may not be taking Jack away from me. I love living here, but somehow privacy is not a word in anyone’s dictionary.
“You’re talking to yourself, did you know?” Evvie briskly jogs over to me as part of her warm-up. She’s wearing bright orange shorts and a green T-shirt.
“I know.”
“You’re here before Ida and Bella. The three of you always come downstairs together. Change of pattern means something’s happened.”
Here we go. I have to tell Evvie, so how can I keep it from the other girls? “Michelle’s niece Colette had a horrible accident last night.”
“Tell me.”
“Might as well wait for the others, so I don’t have to repeat it.”
“So I gather Jack is with her at the hospital.”
“Right on. Since five A.M.”
“Fate.” Evvie leans her hands against a building wall and does arm and leg stretches. “If you hadn’t gone to that book fair, you and Jack would never have run into her. And this wouldn’t be happening.”
“And your point is?”
“No good deed goes unpunished. You shouldn’t have driven the girls to the hotel.”
“So, you think this was meant to happen? Miss Philosopher?”
Now Evvie is doing knee bends.
“Que será, será.”
Bella and Sophie, in color-coordinated sweatsuits, Sophie in yellow, Bella in pink, trot over in their imitation of jogging. Teeny tiptoe steps at a snail’s pace. Sophie stops and jogs in place. “We’re here.”
Bella immediately sits down at the nearest patio table.
Her
philosophy is why stand when you can sit.
Ida, in her usual grungy-looking gray sweats, arrives. “What’s going on? Since when do we do warm-ups downstairs?”
I fill them in, giving the same useless warning: Keep it to yourselves. I know they’ll try, but I also know they’ll slip up.
“Wow,” says Sophie.
“Me, too, wow,” says Bella.
“That’s what you get for driving them to the book fair.” Ida bends, touching her toes.
Evvie shrugs. “I rest my case.”
I hear a “Yoo-hoo, Gladdy,” coming from behind and we all look around. There’s Lola heading toward us with a woman in tow. Since when is she without Hy? And who is this strange apparition bearing down upon us? She’s about five ten and very hefty. I thought Evvie was the queen of colorful, but this babe puts her to shame. She is every color of the spectrum and that includes her hair. I can’t even describe the hairdo. It’s kind of fifties retro with a bubble top and bangs that nearly cover her face. Her dress seems like a muumuu, but
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