As the World Churns (16 page)
What on God’s green earth could even the most depraved English do with a pulley and a length of rope? Well, whatever the answer, the Browns were not going to see it again. Fueled by righteous indignation-it is an excellent source of energy, by the way-I tugged open a stubborn window and dropped the offending article on the lawn, from which I fully intended to retrieve it later and tote it off to the burn barrel.
Then it was on to Gertie Fuselburger’s room. Because she’d made such a fuss over me, I’d given her the best room-one with a marvelous view of Miller’s Pond and, if one leaned out far enough, a sliver-wide glimpse of Stucky Ridge. Of course, I reminded Gertie to tie herself to a bedpost when viewing the mountain, lest the same thing happen to her that happened to that televangelist, Reverend Dilbert Gillwater.
Dear dogmatic Dilbert had riled the nation the day before by announcing that God had spoken to him personally, warning him that unless American women agreed to be subservient to their husbands, the Good Lord was going to punish them by simultaneously releasing the bubonic plague in seventeen of our coun-try’s largest cities. Then, obviously quite pleased with himself, Reverend Gillwater took a gander at Stucky Ridge without first tying himself securely to the bedpost. When he met his Maker, one of our nation’s most controversial figures was wearing a pair of women’s black lace panties and fishnet stockings. Only one of his crimson pumps made it all the way to the ground with him. Later the other pump caused me a tremendous amount of tsuris when it plugged up the rain gutter.
Now where was I? Oh, yes, not only did Gertie get the best room, but she got the best grade from yours truly. No trashy magazines hidden between the Hanes Her Way pairs and the polyester half slips from Sears. And certainly no cigarettes, as I’d suspected. Even the contents of her American Tourister train case-in classy avocado green-were not incriminating. The only thing in there that even approached
makeup,
was a small tube of lip balm.
The color?
Clear.
“Why, shoot a monkey,” I said. Yes, it is a terrible expression, given that monkeys are primates, and we are said to be primates as well. Fortunately, those of us in the know are aware that this supposed cousinship simply isn’t true.
“Are you originally from
I whirled. The grand old dame herself was standing in the doorway, her thin body in silhouette.
“
Gertie smiled. It must have taken a lot of effort to lift and rearrange all those wrinkles.
“I’ve heard that expression back in Wilmington. But it may be something just my family said. Sometimes they could be quite colorful in their speech.
If I dare say so, just like you.”
I recoiled in surprise.
“Moi?”
“A true original.
Although you can be a bit verbose at times.
Some might find it objectionable, but I rather enjoy it. Of course we Southerners are quite fond of words.”
“That’s it!” I held my right arm out,
all the
better to examine my wrist. “I have Southern blood running through these veins. I should have known it. I visited Charleston on vacation a few years back, and found shrimp and grits absolutely delicious.”
“In that case, we are sisters under the skin. I told you we’d get along famously.”
If something is going very right, you can be sure it’s really going wrong. I will be the first to admit that I am a pessimist by nature. It is, after all, the wisest way to be. We pessimists have everything to gain, whereas optimists have a fifty-fifty chance of being disappointed.
“Aren’t you going to at least ask what I’m doing in your room?”
“Whatever for?
This is your inn, after all. I have every reason to believe that your motive for being here is legitimate.”
“But suppose it isn’t?”
Her laugh sounded like a can of loose coins. “Well, then I would at least find it quite interesting.”
“I was looking for cigarettes.” I waited for her to be shocked.
“Really?
Did you find any?”
“Nary a one.”
“That’s because I gave up smoking the day I turned sixty. I looked in the mirror to give myself an honest appraisal, and when I saw how much damage cigarettes-and the Carolina sun-had done to my face, I threw almost an entire pack of Marlboros down the john.” She cackled. “My reaction was a trifle dramatic, and not at all wise. The toilet plugged and overflowed, and I spent a good deal of my birthday mopping the floor. Since that day, ten years ago next month, I haven’t had a puff.”
Ten
years ago? Oops. Gertie Fuselburger hadn’t played with God as a child; she hadn’t even played with Jesse Helms. That should show me not to judge a book by its cover. At any rate, it was time for me to skedaddle, and since graceful exits have never been my forte, I tossed a carefree laugh over my shoulder. Alas, it landed on the floor.
“Miss Yoder, are you all right?”
I managed a wan smile.
“Never been better.”
“I don’t believe you for a second, but, for the moment, I shall settle for that. Now, besides the ban you impose on smoking, why were you rooting through our rooms looking for cigarettes?”
“Don’t be silly, dear.”
“Don’t lie to me, please. I respect you too much for that.”
“You do?”
“Of course.
A single woman like you, making a thriving go
of this inn with only an elderly Amish couple to help you.”
“And despite a very lazy, needy sister, I might add.”
“And an orphan charge.”
“Well, she’s not an orphan-but she may as well be, for all the attention they pay to her.”
“And let’s not forget a domineering mother-in-law.”
“How did you know?”
“That sweet child we just mentioned filled me in a bit. I hear that she cuts your husband’s food for him.”
“Yes, but not his cheese.”
“Understood.
So, will you be truthful with me?”
“Most probably not, but we can give it a try.” I sighed. “You’re sure to find out anyway from Harmon Dorfman.”
“That magnificent young specimen of manhood?”
“Perhaps in the eyes of a manatee.
Anyway, he found a cigarette butt in his paddock this morning.”
“Why, that’s terrible! Any harm
come
to his cattle?”
“Apparently not-at least not yet.”
“And you inspected the other paddocks?”
“Uh-see you later, alligator.”
When I got to the barn, there was no sign of Harmon the Magnificent. But I quickly found Mose and together we searched every square inch of the barn and all of the paddocks. Thank the Good Lord there was not another butt to be found.
I was doing just that-thanking God-when the Pearlmutters’ fancy-schmancy pickup pulled up the driveway. I watched, only slightly envious, as they, along with the Browns, piled out. The four of them were yakking and laughing up a storm. I have plenty of friends, but none of us can muster up that much abandonment. Fortunately for me, Gabe loves my quiet, gentle ways.
Frankly, I was also surprised to see that the two couples were getting along that well; at breakfast, Jane Pearlmutter had thrown a roll at Vance Brown when the latter had suggested that she too take up this pole dancing. Although I do not tolerate food throwing in my dining room, I was secretly pleased that plain Jane had no interest in wiggling her tuchas-as Gabe’s mother refers to the human hiney. Upon further reflection, I wasn’t even all that displeased to see a perfectly good clump of carbohydrates go to waste.
At least not for a good cause.
I was even more surprised when, upon spotting me, the foursome bounded up like pups that had spotted a bone. Candy Brown was the first to reach me.
“Did you have a pleasant outing, dear?” I asked, ever the solicitous hostess.
“Oh, it was wonderful. We went shopping for antiques, and this one store had estate jewelry, and
look
what my Vance bought me.” She held up a pendant that hung from her neck. “See? There’s a sapphire in the center. Isn’t it beautiful?”
I strained to see something blue, but to no avail; the stone appeared inky black. Some unscrupulous sellers of cheap- often Australian-sapphires tell their customers that the darker the stone, the more valuable it is.
Au contraire-to a point.
The preferred color of corundum labeled as sapphire is cornflower blue. Of course, I wouldn’t know any of this, were it not for the wallopalooza the Babester had set in my engagement ring. In fact, the color in my ring is so intense that strangers have often insisted that it’s fake, or some other stone such as enhanced topaz.
“Isn’t it something!”
I declared. This is a little trick I’ve learned from my Southern friends, kind women all, who
do
not wish to be rude. A variation of this phrase can be employed when one is forced to admire a truly homely baby.
Having adequately praised Candy’s newest acquisition, I scanned her lips. They were the color of the bubblegum that Alison sneaked into her room-certainly not a match for the lipstick on the cigarette butt. By that time, the others had caught up with Candy, so I turned my attention to Jane Pearlmutter.
“And how about you, dear?”
I asked. “Did you have a fabulous time as well?”
“Fabulous would be stretching it, Miss Yoder. But it’s a charming little town, and the natives were friendly.”
“
Little
? My dear, there are forty-five hundred people in Bedford.”
Dick Pearlmutter laughed. It was the first time I’d seen his teeth displayed in a pleasant manner.
“You’ll have to forgive my wife, Miss Yoder, but she did her residency in Manhattan. Since that time, everything seems small to her.”
I continued the small talk while I surveyed his wife’s lips. They were, by the way, completely unadorned.
“You’re a plastic surgeon, right?”
“I am-or I was. My specialty is facial reconstruction, but I completed my residency at Manhattan General in the burn unit. I met Dick at a coffee shop down the street.”
Oy vey,
as Ida Rosen would say. And here I’d been judging Plain Jane harshly. I’d done nothing significant with my life, whereas the object of my distaste had been grafting skin onto poor children’s faces. It just goes to show you how we truly make donkeys of ourselves when we assume.
“You are much to be admired,” I said.
“I’ve spent my time in the trenches,” she said, and then suddenly lost interest in me. In fact, like a school of zebra fish that once occupied my now defunct aquarium, they turned in unison and started to walk away.
“Just one ding-dong minute,” I hollered at their retreating backs. “Unless the bunch of you would like to spend this afternoon getting acquainted with our fabulous-and I do mean
fabu-lous
-jail, I suggest you turn around this very instant.”
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