weeks.”
“If he doesn’t meet my price, tell him I’ll take vacant occupancy at that time.”
“I got it,” Jack said and hung up.
Ten minutes later, Jack called back. “Okay, he’s on board.”
“How soon can we close?”
“Let me run a title check, and then we’re ready. Two or three days to get the paperwork done. By the way, your aunt Maxine put the estate in a trust. You and I are the trustees, so there’s no probate. Before the day is out, you’ll own everything. You’ll need signature documents for the bank accounts and the stock account. Then you can start writing checks. You can pick up your new checkbooks at First State Bank at, say, two o’clock. Oh, and I’ll get you a dozen copies of her death certificate. You’re going to need those.” Jack was an owner of the bank, so he made things happen fast.
“That’s good news, Jack. We’ll talk later.” She hung up. “Well, Tommy,” she said, “I guess I am the new grande dame of Key West.”
17
Max woke up after her first night in her new home and heard birds singing. There had been no birds to speak of around her old rental. She reckoned they were attracted by the flowers in the garden. Birdie had put away everything the movers had brought. Max was washing her face when Birdie rapped on her door.
“Miss Maxine?”
“Yes, Birdie?”
“Would you like your breakfast up here or downstairs?”
“Downstairs, please. I’ll be down in half an hour.” She showered and dressed, then went downstairs, where Birdie had set the table in the little breakfast room.
“I forgot to tell you,” Birdie said, “they’re delivering Miss Maxine’s car today. You want me to put it in the garage?”
“That old Mercedes?”
“Yes’m. They been working on it for months.”
“Then have them leave it in the driveway, where I can see it.”
“Yes’m.”
“Will they need a check?”
“No, ma’am, your aunt took care of that before she left us.”
“How long had she had that car, Birdie? I remember it vaguely from when I was a little girl.”
“She bought it new in . . . let’s see . . . 1953, I think it was. She never had another car since then.”
* * *
—
Max was finishing her breakfast when Birdie came back in. “They’re here with the car,” she said.
Max finished her coffee and went outside. The car was parked in the driveway, lit by the sun. She was flabbergasted. It was the most beautiful automobile she’d ever seen. A man was wiping it down with a chamois cloth. “Good morning,” he said.
Max stroked a fender. “What is it?” she asked.
“It’s a 1953 Mercedes 300S convertible,” he said. “Fully restored. It’s all original, except for a stereo system behind this little panel.” He flipped up a part of the walnut dash to reveal the unit. “There are six speakers concealed around the interior.” He switched on the system, and classical music flooded the yard. He switched it off.
“I’ll have to insure it. Do you have any idea what it’s worth on today’s market?”
“Last month, one in this sort of condition went for $326,000,” he replied.
Max gasped. “I can’t afford the insurance,” she said.
Birdie chimed in. “Your aunt had it insured since new,” she said. “The fella’s name is in her address book.”
“Thank you, Birdie.”
“Would you like to drive it?” the man asked.
“Oh, no. If I’m seen in it I’ll never live it down. Just show me how the controls work.”
“It’s all pretty straightforward,” he said. “Listen, if you want to sell the car, I’ll find you a buyer and take a ten percent commission.”
“I’ll think about it,” Max said.
The man showed her how all the controls worked, including the top, then he handed her the keys and drove away in his truck.
“Oh, my goodness,” Max said softly to herself, stroking the leather seats.
* * *
—
Tommy pulled the car around. “Where to, your grace?”
“Stop that. Let’s go see that hangar at the airport.”
They drove out there and Jocko, the lineman, let them through the gate. Once inside, Max waved him over.
“What’s this about a wrecked airplane being delivered out here?”
“Let’s go see,” Jocko said, then hopped on his tractor and led them to the hangar, which, once again, was locked. He peeked through a crack. “I don’t get it,” he said.
“You don’t get what?” Max asked.
“It was here yesterday, now it’s gone.”
“The wrecked airplane?”
“You got it. I came on at six this morning, and nobody’s been around this hangar since then.”
“If somebody has a gate pass, can they get in here