A Groom wirh a View

favor, softened it with, “I’d just like to see you a littler earlier than planned.”
    Detective Mel VanDyne seemed to find this very funny.
    The rest of the morning was too hectic for Jane to find time to brood, much as she would have liked to sit down with Shelley and puzzle out Mrs. Crossthwait’s death. Larkspur managed to escape to fetch his flowers from the shop. Aunt Iva and Layla volunteered to whip together the last of the dressmaking jobs. Mrs. Crossthwait had made some remarkable progress during the evening before her death. There was little but hemming and putting on hooks and buttons to do and they both proclaimed themselves willing and able to do these jobs. The only holdup was trying to get into Mrs. Crossthwait’s room.
    Before the ambulance people were allowed to gather up the body, Mr. Willis’s skivvy sneaked away from him, told the medical workers how ill she felt, and was tentatively diagnosed as possibly having an appendicitis attack. Jane thought Mr. Willis was going to have a stroke when he was told that he was losing her. Kitty and Eden reluctantly agreed to help out in the kitchen until he could find a replacement.
    There was a lot of mean-spirited jockeying for possession of the one phone between him and everyone else who had calls to make. Both Iva and Marguerite seemed to have a wide circle of friends they felt honor bound to keep in touch with on a daily basis.
    “It’s unraveling,“ Jane nearly wept. “All my work, all my meticulous planning, and it’s falling to bits.“
    “Nonsense!“ Shelley said briskly. “These things happen in clumps. Nothing more will go wrong now. Bad things happen in threes, you know.“
    “Then why are we up to five or six?“ Jane asked.
    Shelley ignored the query. “You’ve already had all the bad luck and it’ll be clear sailing from now on.“
    “You know you don’t believe that,“ Jane said. “No, not really. But I thought you’d like to hear it. Soldier on, Jane. Just soldier on.”
    The equipment rental people arrived as the two ambulances pulled out of the parking area—one with Mrs. Crossthwait, the other with the skivvy, who was now screaming with pain. The driver of the truck seemed seriously alarmed by this.
    “It’s nothing,“ Jane lied. “Just an appendicitis attack.“
    “Two of them?“
    “No, just one,“ Jane said curtly, feeling that he might flee if informed that the other vehicle was transporting the body of another employee.
    Jane was enormously pleased that there seemed to be no hitches with this stage of preparation. There were three men on the truck. Two immediately got busy hauling in a table to go in the side room where the bridal shower and bachelor party would be held. The tables and chairs for the main room wouldn’t arrive until the morning of the wedding because there was nowhere to store them. The third man brought the folding chairs that were placed in the side room where the bridal shower and bachelor party would take place today. The chairs were wooden, painted a rich shade of ivory, and had real fabric seats and backs.
    “Good choice, Jane,“ Shelley said, watching and nodding.
    Jane was too weak with relief to reply. One thing, at least, was going right.
    The rental people were providing the linens, plates, and silverware for these events as well. Mr. Willis had made the selection of these items, with Jane’s approval. The rental company workers would come back and set up the main room the next morning, remain during the wedding ceremony itself, and be ready to whisk the chairs away as soon as the bridal party went outdoors for pictures and set up the buffet table and then hang around somewhere until it was all over and they could take everything away. It was expensive to have them hanging around for so long, but given the available space, there had been no alternative.
    “See,“ Shelley said smugly. “I told you everything was going to work out from here on.”
    Mr. Willis appeared at Jane’s side, looking considerably less frazzled. “That Uncle Joe person has found me two local women who will come in and replace my help,“ he said. “But it’s going to cost a little more.“
    “I don’t care,“ Jane said. “Hire them.“
    “Better and better,“ Shelley said. “You deserve a break now that everything’s back under control. There’s somewhere I want you to go with me.“
    “Where’s that?“
    “Wanda’s Bait and Party Shoppe. I can’t miss the chance to see