she got to do with the gala?â
âSheâs the acting assistant director now that Derrick is . . . gone,â I said.
âAnd good riddance,â Trudy declared.
âAmen to that,â Shana agreed.
Delores edged closer and glanced at the event portfolio I was clutching.
âSo what is it, honey?â she asked. âYou need something? You need help with the planning? We can help.â
âWeâre good at this sort of thing,â Shana said. âWe all worked production for years. All the major studios. You need help with a project? Weâre your gals.â
This was the most enthusiastic bunch Iâd met here at Hollywood Haven since Derrickâs murder. The ladies seemed to be in pretty good physical shape and were thinking clearly. I didnât want to turn something over to them, but I didnât want to hurt their feelings either.
âSwag bags,â I said, picking the easiest thing I could think of. âI need ideas for swag bags for the presenters at the gala.â
Shana flung out both arms. âWe got this,â she announced.
The other two nodded in agreement.
âDonât give it another thought,â Trudy said. âWeâll put our heads together and come up with a great list.â
I just hoped that list wouldnât include Beta VCRs and Bartles & Jaymes Orange Sunset wine coolers.
âLetâs go, girls. Weâve got a lot of work to do,â Delores said, and they hurried away.
I got a weird feeling as I watched them disappear down the hallway that led to the residentsâ living quarters. Sort of happy and sad at the same time.
I crossed the dayroom and went outside onto the patio. Wrought iron and wicker tables and chairs were set up, surrounded by shrubs, potted palms, and planters of blooming flowers. Several of the residents sat enjoying the mild November sun, more made their way along the walking trails that spread across the grounds.
I didnât spot anyone who looked as if she might be Rosalind. I was debating whether to ask someone to point her out to me or to just leaveâI mean, jeez, Iâd already spent a huge chunk of my morning doing actual workâwhen an elderly man ambled over.
âGreetings,â he said, with a wide, easy smile.
âHello,â I said, and couldnât help smiling back.
Heâd probably been a little taller than me decades ago, but now he was shrunken, a little stoop shouldered. He was thin, frail, with what was left of his dark hair combed over his shiny bald spot. He had on a slightly rumpled shirt and a sport coat.
âItâs a beautiful day, and your presence has made it more beautiful,â he announced. âA beautiful girl should have beautiful things.â
With a flourish, he presented me with a small arrangement of artificial flowers that seemed to magically appearâexcept that Iâd seen him pull it from the sleeve of his jacket.
âThank you,â I said, taking the flowers. âTheyâre lovely.â
âAs are you, my dear,â he said, and bowed slightly. âA gift for you from Alden the Great.â
A woman joined us. She was fortyish, tall and thin with dark hair, and dressed in casual pants and a sweater.
âHeâs a magician,â she said.
âShe knows, sweetie,â he said. âEverybody knows who I am. Iâm opening tonight at the Stardust. Itâs all over town.â
âYes, Dad, it is,â she said, and patted his arm. She turned to me. âIâm Emily Kerwin.â
I introduced myself.
âYouâve seen me on the billboards, havenât you?â Alden asked.
Emily forced a brave smile. My heart broke a little.
âYes,â I said. âAnd on the big sign out front.â
Alden beamed. âItâs going to be a hell of a show.â
âIâm sure it is,â I said.
âYou bet. Oh, hey, is that Dean and Sammy over there? Excuse me, girls.â
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