A Quiche Before Dying

patio.“
    “So, what’s up?“ Jim asked when they were settled outside. “Is it VanDyne? I don’t think the bastard’s right for you, honey.”
    Jane laughed. “Uncle Jim, Mel VanDyne and Ihave no relationship at all—not that I’d mind if we did. Just out of curiosity, though, why isn’t he right for me?“
    “He’s too slick.“
    “And I’m a hayseed?“
    “Naw, that’s not what I mean. Anyway, I think—well, I think he’s younger than you.“
    “You say that as if it’s a dark, dirty secret. He’s four years younger than I am. I asked.“
    “See?“
“That doesn’t matter these days, Uncle Jim.“
    “ It should.“
    “You sweet old reactionary. Well, it’s not Mel on my mind anyway. It’s something I’m writing for Missy’s class. We were supposed to write an autobiography, but I didn’t want to. So I invented a person to write about, and I can’t keep my mind off her.”
    Jim looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “You’re sure that’s all?”
    She took a sip of her beer. “Yes, I think so....”
     
    In the morning Katie and Cecily set off on their shopping expedition. “Operation Desert Shop,“ Jane called it. They had lists of stores to visit, and had taken a quick inventory of Katie’s clothing so that Cecily would know the gaps that needed filling. They planned to start with underwear and finish with shoes, and fit in a lunch somewhere along the line.
    Jane glanced at their itinerary. “Mom, Design Delight isn’t in the mall. It’s—“
    “A block to the west in the little strip of shops with the green roof, isn’t it?“ Cecily said.
    “Yes. How do you know that?“
    “We went there once,“ Cecily explained. “I’ll get things for the quiche and be home in time to make it.”
    Jane saw them off, sorted out a cat tiff, and took a quick tour of the house. For once, there wasn’t anything that desperately needed attention. She’d done a thorough cleaning before her mother came, and with the boys gone, the laundry situation was under control. There were hardly enough dirty dishes to justify running the dishwasher, and Katie had not only cleaned her room but, astonishingly, made her bed in honor of her grandmother’s visit.
    Smiling, Jane turned the kitchen radio to a classical music station and sat down at the table with a legal pad and pencil. “Well, Priscilla, what shall we do today?“ she said.
     
    The phone rang at one o’clock. “Yes?“ Jane said sharply, irritated at being interrupted. She and Priscilla were in the midst of an adventure, and Jane was dying to see how it came out.
    “Jane? This is Mel VanDyne.”
    Gulp! Nicely—but not too nicely—Jane said, “Oh, hello. How are you, Mel?“
    “Fine. How are you getting along?“
    “Just fine.“ God! I’m so boring! Say something fascinating! Quick!
    “ Listen, Jane—I’ve been out of town, and I wondered, that is, would you be free this evening?“
    “What did you have in mind?“ That was cool, wasn’t it? Cool, or just bitchy?
    “Dinner, a movie?“
    “I’d love t— oh, no. I can’t. I’m taking a class. It’s not out until nine-thirty.“
    “Then how about after your class?“
    “Where would we go then?“ Jane asked, then feltstupid. Just because she was usually home by nine didn’t mean the world shut down at that hour.
    “I don’t know. How about going for drinks? Maybe some dancing?”
    Dancing! She hadn’t danced for a decade! “How about ice cream and talk, Mel? I want to hear about what you’ve been doing, and bars are so noisy.“ She’d probably find out that bars were quiet these days and she’d shown herself up as completely out of touch, but she couldn’t face dancing without a couple weeks of practice. Lessons, more likely. The last dance she’d really mastered had been the twist.
    “Sounds great. I’ll pick you up from your class. Where is it?“
    “The city hall. It’s not a real class for credit. Just a community thing.“ What was she explaining that for? Get a grip on yourself Jane.
“ Good. I’ll get some paperwork caught up at the office and pick you up at nine-thirty. Jane...?“
    “Yes?“
    “I’m looking forward to seeing you.“
    “Me, too. ‘Bye, Mel.“ She hung up the phone, hugged herself, and spun around the room. Cats scattered from her path. “I’ve got a date tonight, Meow. A real, live date with a man who voluntarily asked me out!“ She scooped the orange cat up and waltzed into the living