to host bridge club. It’s all changed up now that Miss Skeeter been thrown out. It’s Miss Jeanie Caldwell, the one who call everybody honey, and Miss Lou Anne who replaced Miss Walter, and everybody’s real polite and stiff and they just agree with each other for two hours. They ain’t much fun listening to anymore.
I’m pouring the last ice tea when the doorbell go ding-dong. I get to the door real quick, show Miss Leefolt I ain’t as slow as she accused me a being.
When I open it, the first word that pop in my head is pink. I never even seen her before but I’ve had enough conversations with Minny to know it’s her. Cause who else around here gone fit extra-large bosoms in a extra-small sweater?
“Hello there,” she say, licking her lipsticky lips. She raise her hand out to me and I think she giving me something. I reach out to take whatever it is and she give me a funny little handshake.
“My name is Celia Foote and I am here to see Miss Elizabeth Leefolt, please.”
I’m so mesmerized by all that pink, it takes a few seconds to hit me how bad this could turn out for me. And Minny. It was a long time ago, but that lie stuck.
“I . . . she . . .” I’d tell her nobody’s home but the bridge table’s five feet behind me. I look back and all four a them ladies is staring at the door with they mouths open like they catching flies. Miss Caldwell whisper something to Miss Hilly. Miss Leefolt stagger up, slap on a smile.
“Hello, Celia,” Miss Leefolt say. “It’s certainly been a long time.”
Miss Celia clears her throat and says kind a too loud, “Hello, Elizabeth. I’m calling on you today to—” Her eyes flicker back to the table where the other ladies is setting.
“Oh no, I’m interrupting. I’ll just . . . I’ll come on back. Another time.”
“No, no, what can I do for you?” Miss Leefolt say.
Miss Celia takes a deep breath in that tight pink skirt and for a second I guess we all think she gone pop.
“I’m here to offer my help for the Children’s Benefit.”
Miss Leefolt smile, say, “Oh. Well, I . . .”
“I got a real knack for arranging flowers, I mean, everybody back in Sugar Ditch said so, even my maid said so, right after she said I’m the worst cook she’s ever laid eyes on.” She giggle at this a second and I suck in my breath at the word maid. Then she snap back to serious. “But I can address things and lick stamps and—”
Miss Hilly get up from the table. She lean in, say, “We really don’t need any more help, but we’d be delighted if you and Johnny would attend the Benefit, Celia.”
Miss Celia smile and look so grateful it’d break anybody’s heart. Who had one.
“Oh thank you,” she say. “I’d love to.”
“It’s on Friday night, November the fifteenth at the—”
“—the Robert E. Lee Hotel,” Miss Celia finish. “I know all about it.”
“We’d love to sell you some tickets. Johnny’ll be coming with you, won’t he? Go get her some tickets, Elizabeth.”
“And if there’s anything I can do to help—”
“No, no.” Hilly smile. “We’ve got it all taken care of.”
Miss Leefolt come back with the envelope. She fish out a few tickets, but then Miss Hilly take the envelope away from her.
“While you’re here, Celia, why don’t you buy some tickets for your friends?”
Miss Celia be frozen for a second. “Um, alright.”
“How about ten? You and Johnny and eight friends. Then you’d have a whole table.”
Miss Celia smiling so hard it starts to tremble. “I think just the two will be fine.”
Miss Hilly take out two tickets and hand the envelope back to Miss Leefolt, who goes in the back to put it away.
“Lemme just get my check writ out. I’m lucky I have this big ole thing with me today. I told my maid Minny I’d pick up a hambone for her in town.”
Miss Celia struggle to write that check on her knee. I stay still as I can, hoping to God Miss Hilly didn’t hear what she just said. She hand the check to her but Miss Hilly all wrinkled up, thinking.
“Who? Who’d you say your maid was?”
“Minny Jackson. Aw! Shoot.” Miss Celia pop her hand over her mouth. “Elizabeth made me swear I’d never tell she recommended her and here I am blabbing my mouth off.”