cat, four kittens, a house, five hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and a skull. I didn't know what I was missing."
The doorbell rang.
I jumped maybe a mile. Thanks to Jane's cryptic note, I now knew I had something to fear.
"Be back in a minute, Madeleine," I said, to reassure myself rather than the cat.
This time, instead of opening the door, I looked through Jane's spyhole. When I saw lots of black, I knew my caller was Aubrey. I was smiling as I opened the door.
"Come in."
"I just thought I'd drop by and see the new house," he said hesitantly. "Is that okay?"
"Sure. I just found out today I have kittens, come see them."
And I led Aubrey into the bedroom, telling him Madeleine's saga as we went.
The proximity of the bed startled him a little, but the kittens entranced him. "Want one?" I asked. "It occurs to me I'll have to find homes for alt of them in a few weeks. I'll have to call a vet and find out when they can be separated from her. And when I can have her neutered."
"You're not going to take her back to Jane's cousin?" Aubrey asked, looking a little amused.
"No," I said without even thinking about it. "I'll see how I like living with a pet. She seems pretty attached to this house."
"Maybe I will take one," Aubrey said thoughtfully. "My little house can get lonely. Having a cat to come home to might be pretty nice. I do get asked out a lot. That's where I've been since church, as a matter of fact; a family in the church asked me to their home for lunch."
"I bet it wasn't as good as my lunch." I told him about Sally's roast beef, and he said he'd had turkey, and we ended up sitting by the kittens talking about food for a while. He didn't cook for himself much, either. And the doorbell rang.
We had been getting along so cozily, I had to resist an impulse to say something very nasty.
I left him in the bedroom staring at the kittens, all asleep and tiny, while I scrambled into the living room and opened the door. Marcia Rideout, wide awake and gorgeous in white cotton shorts and a bright red camp shirt, smiled back at me. She certainly wasn't drunk now; she was alert and cheerful.
"Good to see you again," she said with a smile. I marveled again at her perfect grooming. Her lipstick was almost professionally applied, her eye shadow subtle but noticeable, her hair evenly golden and smoothly combed into a page boy. Her legs were hairless and beautifully brown. Even her white tennis shoes were spotless.
"Hi, Marcia," I said quickly, having become aware I was staring at her like a guppy.
"I'll just take a minute of your time," she promised. She handed me a little envelope. "Torrance and I just want to give a little party on our sun deck this Wednesday to welcome you into the neighborhood." "Oh, but I - " I began to protest.
"No no, now. We wanted to have a little cook-out anyway, but your inheriting the house just makes a good excuse. And we have new neighbors across the street, too, they're going to come. We'll all get to know each other. I know this is short notice, but Torrance has to travel this Friday and won't be back until late on Saturday." Marcia seemed like a different person from the indolent drunk I'd met a few days before. The prospect of entertaining seemed to bring her to life.
How could I refuse? The idea of being honored at the same party with Lynn and Arthur was less than thrilling, but refusal would be unthinkable, too. "Do bring a date if you want, or just come on your own," Marcia said.
"You really won't mind if I bring someone?"
"Please do! One more won't make a bit of difference. Got anyone in mind?" Marcia asked, her brows arched coyly.
"Yes," I said with a smile, and said no more. I was just hoping with all my might that Aubrey would not choose this moment to emerge from the bedroom. I could picture Marcia's eyebrows flying clean off her face. "Oh," Marcia said, obviously a little taken aback by my marked lack of explanation. "Yes, that'll be fine. Just come as you are, we won't be fancy, that's not Torrance and me!"
Marcia seemed very fancy indeed to me.
"Can I bring anything?"
"Just yourself," Marcia responded, as I'd expected. I realized that the