stuck her book and number in the hip pocket of her jeans and motioned for Tucker and Jolene to follow her. “I like this kind of sale. It’s well organized. And if I see something I want to bid on, I’ll write the item number down in my book.”
“Oh, oh!” Jolene clamped a hand over her mouth. “I want this box of doilies and scarves.” She whipped the book up out of her purse, located a pen, and made her first note. She could visualize them scattered on the dressers in each bedroom, and even matted and framed to hang on the walls. Crocheting was fast becoming a lost art, especially the kind with fine thread instead of yarn.
“You do realize that you’ll have to wash them every single time a guest leaves, right?” Dotty frowned.
The box held dozens of doilies and at least ten embroidered scarves—one even had magnolia blossoms on each end with fancy work in between depictions of hummingbirds.
“I’m going to frame this one to go above a bed.” Jolene held it close to her chest. She was determined to buy the box if it took all of her tips for the past two weeks.
“That’s a lie.” Dotty pointed at the scarf.
“No, I mean it. It will be lovely,” Jolene argued.
“Not what you said, but the birds. Those little guys like red blossoms, not white ones.”
Tucker chuckled. “I can just see our first guest tellin’ us that they have to change their room because hummingbirds don’t go around magnolia trees. How much would you give for that box, Dotty?”
“No more than five dollars, because I can’t sell those things. People, even antiquers, don’t like the effort it takes to keep them done up,” she said.
Dotty found a secretary with a rounded glass door that she thought she might be interested in buying. Tucker’s eyes went all dreamy over a gadget that Jolene thought was a piece of junk or maybe something like modern art.
He held it in his hands and looked at it from every angle. “This is a genuine hand planer. I’m hoping that there aren’t any woodworkers here today so I can get it for a decent price. I could take a tiny bit of wood off the top or bottom at a time. I’m going to keep my eye on that for sure.” He wrote the number in his book.
The box of doilies started at two dollars. Jolene didn’t make a move until Dotty nudged her. “You got to raise your number, chère, or he’ll put them with something else later, like a dresser.”
Jolene’s hand shot up, but she was holding her book instead of her number card.
“Wrong thing,” Tucker said.
She raised her card with her other hand. “Sorry.”
“I’ve got two bucks. Can I get three?” the auctioneer rattled off.
“Five,” Jolene yelled out. The scarf with the magnolias was going to be hers.
The auctioneer grinned and went on. “Young lady in the back must like this kind of thing. Can I get six? Six? Anybody want them worse than she does? One more time. Six? Anyone? Okay, then, sold to the pretty blonde in the back for five dollars.”
They broke for lunch before the box with the tools was up for grabs. They only had to stand in line at the barbecue wagon a few minutes.
“Man, you’re so right,” Jolene said after the first bite. “These are amazing sandwiches.” She chattered on as she ate. “I can’t believe I got that whole box of stuff for only five bucks. When you see what I’ve got in mind for that magnolia embroidery, it’s going to blow your mind. I’ve seen plain doilies that’ve been matted and framed go for a hundred bucks. I wonder who did that work on the magnolias.”
“Slow down.” Dotty laughed. “You’d think this was your first auction.”
“It is my first one.” Suddenly she got serious. “I didn’t see that jukebox that you wanted. Are they hiding it?”
“No, the sorry suckers decided to keep it,” Dotty said. “That box of tools that Tucker wants is next, so we’ll stay until they sell it. Then I’m ready to go home. My part-time help wants to leave before quittin’ time. Anyone want another sandwich? I’m takin’ a couple back with me for Flossie and Lucy’s afternoon snack.”
“I’m good,” Tucker said.
“Maybe we will get on home after Tucker bids on his screwdrivers.” Jolene smiled. “In our world a screwdriver is a whole different thing than in his, right, Dotty?”