Getting Old Is Criminal Part 21

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He can play the piano and touch? Very am bidextrous. Frankly, I'm as mortified as she is, but I have to defend my sister.

"Hope, don't forget we're undercover here. She's playing a part."

Hope stands and fidgets with her collar as if it were choking her. "Undercover! Yes, indeed, under the covers with him. covers with him. Disgraceful. Ladies don't behave that way." Disgraceful. Ladies don't behave that way."

She walks me to the door and opens it. "Your sister is a s.l.u.t! What have you got to say now, Mrs. Gold?"

Oy. There's only one way out for me. "So, what about it, Hope? Any psychologists you can recommend for bereavement counseling?"



Her mouth drops open. She's speechless. She hurries to her desk and pulls a card from her Rolodex. And shoves it at me. Then shuts the door in my face. There is one thing I've learned about people like Hope Watson: startle her, shock her, and she withers away into submission.

When this is over, my sister is going to owe me big.

It's a few hours later, and I've been pacing in the hallway outside my apartment. From a window I see Philip loading two small suitcases into his trunk. Can Evvie be far behind? I race down the flight of stairs and hurry outside. And there she is, putting a small makeup bag in the trunk. And wearing yet another new outfit. Yikes! I have to stop her before she buys out that shop. Singlehandedly she's supporting the boutique. Their number-one customer.Evvie is obviously startled to see me.

"Hi, Philip. Hi, Evelyn. Going on a trip?"

At least she has the decency to blush.

"Just a short one." Evvie busies herself by spreading her new cashmere sweater over the pa.s.senger seat.

I a.s.sume my annoying, seemingly clueless, simpering persona. "North, east, south, or west?"

Philip closes the trunk. "Can't tell. It's a surprise."

I glare at Evvie. "How nice for you. May I have a private moment?"

She wants a private moment like she wants the heartbreak of psoriasis. But she does step away. Not too far, in case she needs to beat a hasty retreat.

I run my fingers over the shoulder of the gorgeous two-piece beige linen dress she's wearing. "Lovely, simply lovely," I say for Philip's benefit. Then I whisper in her ear. "s.h.i.+rley Ferguson is having a conniption about how much you're spending on clothes. So cut it out! This is not a Hollywood movie. You don't get to keep the wardrobe."

She pulls away from me and whispers, "All right, but keep your voice down."

"There's a lot going on at home. Don't you even want to know about your friends? Sophie, especially."

"Of course I do, but not now." She can barely stand next to me. She wants desperately to move away. I try to hold her with my stare.

"When?"

"I don't know."

Philip beckons her. "We have a bit of a time pressure here," he calls out.

Evvie starts to move, but I grab her wrist. "Do you know what you're doing, sis?"

"More than I ever did in my whole d.a.m.n life." She looks at me defiantly.

I'm trying to keep my voice down, but it isn't easy. "You are way far out of line."

Evvie pulls away. "Nice chatting with you, Gladys. See you around."

She sprints away from me and gets into the scarlet red Mercedes convertible. She ties a scarf around her hair and beams a large toothy smile at her Romeo. Still working on the case, is she? And off they go, who knows where. Am I just a wee bit jealous? You bet I am. I was once on a surprise trip. Was it only about a month ago? And I blew it.

I decide to have lunch, because right now I don't know what else to do. There aren't many people in the dining room. Not for lunches. Residents usually take day trips or eat in their compact kitchenettes in their apartment suites.However, my erstwhile eating companions are present. Drenched in their usual gloomy silence. They each have a book propped up in front of them. Don't they ever have a conversation about anything? I sit down and greet them. They murmur back.

"So, what's everyone reading?"

Seymour holds his paperback up. Organizing Organizing Your Garage. Your Garage.

Hmmm. Perfect reading for someone who no longer has a garage.

"Anna?"

"It's a cookbook." Recipes for Eating Alone. Recipes for Eating Alone.

For someone who eats with a mob every day, but might as well be eating alone, for all she notices. "Lorraine?"

"The Fungus Among Us. As if it's any of your business. Why do you insist on interrogating us? You some kind of spy or something?" As if it's any of your business. Why do you insist on interrogating us? You some kind of spy or something?"

Good guess, Lorraine. I almost start to laugh at that one, but her face remains serious. I hope the book isn't about foot diseases. "Really, what's it about?"

"Searching for mushrooms in forests."

Wow. Talk about not living in the here and now. How can they stand the excitement? This won't get me anywhere. I make another attempt. "Seen any good movies lately?" I'm almost afraid of what they'll come up with.

Seymour answers without looking up. "They showed the Hepburn-Tracy one the other night. But I saw it when it played originally. So, I didn't bother."

"I don't go to romance movies. They always make me cry," Anna contributes.

Lorraine ignores me this time.

I play with my roll, pinching it into tiny pieces, as I think of an approach to this grim threesome. I try to read their personalities. It isn't easy. They don't talk all that much unless it's about missing their dead spouses.

I look over to Evvie's table. Of course she isn't there. I try not to wonder where she and Philip have gone.

Suddenly I remember a TV movie some years back called Queen of the Stardust Ballroom. Queen of the Stardust Ballroom. I decide to try that tack. I ask if anyone remembers it. "With that lovely actress Maureen Stapleton." I decide to try that tack. I ask if anyone remembers it. "With that lovely actress Maureen Stapleton."

Lorraine, annoyed, shakes her head. Seymour says its sounds like a female-type movie; he never saw those, only his wife watched.

Not surprisingly, Anna did. "Isn't that the one about the woman who goes dancing in that famous dance hall in New York and wins a contest?"

Success. "Yes, that's the one. She was a widow just hanging around feeling sorry for herself, and someone suggested that she should go dancing." I smile meaningfully. "And she meets a man and falls in love again. They have a wonderful time dancing. And together they win a contest and she is named queen of that ballroom."

Lorraine looks up from her book. "Now I remember. She goes home that night and drops dead of a heart attack." She smirks.

Oops. I forgot that part. "But she dies happy," I say lamely. Since I have their attention for a moment, I don't intend to lose it. "That wasn't the point. She realized that as long as she was still alive, there was a life to lead. New adventures. New feelings. Isn't it better than shutting oneself off, just letting time go by and not getting the most out of one's life?"

Losing them again. New tack. I guess it's time to get personal. "I was widowed, too. I lost so much time when I was wrapped up in my own grief. I wasted all those years and I'm sorry now that I did."

That holds their interest, somewhat. I reach into my purse and take out the card Hope Watson gave me and place it on the table. "I have the name of a grief therapist nearby. Maybe it's something the three of you should consider."

That really gets their attention. And with it, finally, emotions. Though not what I might wish for. They react as if I tossed a rattlesnake on the table.

"What?" Seymour looks confused, his eyes darting every which way, as if he should make a run for an exit.

Anna's eyes widen. "What has this got to do with me?"

Lorraine slams her book shut. "You are so nosy! What business is it of yours how we spend our time?"

"I'm sorry. I know I'm intruding, but I just hate seeing you sad and living in the past. You're still here and you hopefully have many years more; why not enjoy them? Surely you don't think your loved ones would want you to mourn away the rest of your lives? They'd want you to be happy."

Oh, boy, I am not handling this right. The three of them freeze. Confusion from Seymour, fear from Anna, anger from Lorraine.

Finally, their strongest member, Lorraine, says with a voice of steel, "I think you might consider changing tables. Perhaps you'll find personalities more suitable to yours elsewhere."

Dead silence. I've only had my salad, and I was was looking forward to the lamb ca.s.soulet, but I think I've overstayed my welcome. My presence is no longer desired. And frankly, I've had it with them. I get up. "I'm truly sorry. I was only trying to help." looking forward to the lamb ca.s.soulet, but I think I've overstayed my welcome. My presence is no longer desired. And frankly, I've had it with them. I get up. "I'm truly sorry. I was only trying to help."

As I leave the dining room, I glance back at my now former table. I can't believe my eyes. They are having a heated discussion. Actually talking to one another. Well, maybe fury is better than boredom. Maybe getting mad at me put some excitement into their day.

I remind myself of that comic strip character from many years ago, Mary Worth, who stuck her nose in everybody's business. An irritating, sappy bore who spoke only in cliches and plat.i.tudes. Like me. Today.

Boy, did I hate her.So what am I supposed to do around here if my "case" has left the premises?

Well, I know one thing I don't want to do is imagine what Evvie and "Romeo" are up to.

THIRTY-TWO.

FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN.

Evvie can't believe her luck. What a glorious

day. And she's doing something she's never done before, even though she's lived in Florida done before, even though she's lived in Florida for more than twenty years. She glances over at for more than twenty years. She glances over at Philip, standing at the wheel of this obviously expensive yacht he's rented. He looks windswept and Philip, standing at the wheel of this obviously expensive yacht he's rented. He looks windswept and gorgeous as they glide down the Intracoastal gorgeous as they glide down the Intracoastal Waterways-the ICW, as Philip calls them. The Waterways-the ICW, as Philip calls them. The water seems like jade velvet. It couldn't be more water seems like jade velvet. It couldn't be more perfect. perfect.

They pa.s.s one awesome waterfront mansion after another. Her jaw drops. It's amazing, the differences in the way people live in this state. Will she ever be content going back to Lanai Gardens after ever be content going back to Lanai Gardens after all this? A line from an old song flashes into her all this? A line from an old song flashes into her head: "How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm, head: "How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm, after they've seen Paree." Perhaps everything is after they've seen Paree." Perhaps everything is going to change forever, now that Philip is in her going to change forever, now that Philip is in her life. For one brief moment, Evvie lets herself remember she's supposed to be on a case, that this life. For one brief moment, Evvie lets herself remember she's supposed to be on a case, that this man is suspected of murder. But she's sure now. man is suspected of murder. But she's sure now. She's spent enough time with him. He's kind and She's spent enough time with him. He's kind and loving and cares about other people. She's watched loving and cares about other people. She's watched for the red flag to come up and warn her, but he for the red flag to come up and warn her, but he hasn't made a false move. This man could never hasn't made a false move. This man could never hurt anyone. Alvin Ferguson is wrong. Now, all hurt anyone. Alvin Ferguson is wrong. Now, all she has to do is convince Gladdy. Yes, she's been she has to do is convince Gladdy. Yes, she's been selfish and self-involved. But surely Gladdy can selfish and self-involved. But surely Gladdy can understand what it's like to be caught up in pa.s.sion? She'll make it up to her once Gladdy understands that this man is a good man. A man Evvie understand what it's like to be caught up in pa.s.sion? She'll make it up to her once Gladdy understands that this man is a good man. A man Evvie now dreams she might spend the rest of her life now dreams she might spend the rest of her life with. with.

What a romantic. There's champagne; dinner is already on board, waiting to be heated later. already on board, waiting to be heated later. Maybe much later, she grins to herself. We don't Maybe much later, she grins to herself. We don't have to leave the s.h.i.+p, Philip tells her with a s.e.xy, have to leave the s.h.i.+p, Philip tells her with a s.e.xy, knowing look. It's as if she's living a dream. knowing look. It's as if she's living a dream. Seventy-three years old and she's never known Seventy-three years old and she's never known such happiness before. And what feelings of love such happiness before. And what feelings of love and pa.s.sion! Never did she think she deserved and pa.s.sion! Never did she think she deserved such joy. From her lowly beginnings to this-she's such joy. From her lowly beginnings to this-she's come so far. come so far.

Philip smiles and waves to her. She waves back as she lounges in her deck chair sipping the champagne. Soon, she thinks languidly, soon, she'll be as she lounges in her deck chair sipping the champagne. Soon, she thinks languidly, soon, she'll be in his arms. With the waves rocking them into in his arms. With the waves rocking them into careless abandon. careless abandon.

She can hardly wait.

I can die after this, Evvie thinks to herself, and it would be all right. She is finally living the life she'd would be all right. She is finally living the life she'd always dreamt of. always dreamt of.

She shakes herself and laughs. What a silly, morbid thought.

Philip makes his way toward her. "Want to do some sightseeing? We could really play hooky and some sightseeing? We could really play hooky and head down to the Keys. Maybe pull into a slip at head down to the Keys. Maybe pull into a slip at the Ocean Reef Club near Key Largo." the Ocean Reef Club near Key Largo."

She reaches up for his lips. "I don't need to see anything but the look in your eyes." anything but the look in your eyes."

He pulls her close. "Ditto." He kisses her, hard. Breathless, they come up for air. "Evelyn, dearest, Breathless, they come up for air. "Evelyn, dearest, I can't wait any longer." I can't wait any longer."

"Neither can I."

She feels as if she were in heaven already.

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