Bell, Book, and Scandal

Whatever it was, I’m nearly over it.“
    “Sophie, you must stay there. What if you have a relapse of whatever it was?“
    She’d actually considered this and said, as if she were graciously taking his advice, “I guess I might as well stay until morning, though I fear these horrible sheets will take a layer of skin off me. Meanwhile, Corwin, bring me that book bag, would you? And my purse. I need to show these people my health insurance card. Both are in the bottom of the closet. Make sure that thing Zac Zebra handed me is still in the book bag.“
    “Let me look right now,“ Corwin said.
    He came back in a moment. “Are we talking about the paperback book?“
    “Yes.“
    “It isn’t in the book bag. Could you have put it somewhere else?“
    Sophie, for all her bravado, knew she still wasn’t quite up to par mentally.
    “I may have taken it out of the book bag. I don’t remember doing so. Perhaps I set it aside some-where. Take a good look around the suite and bring the bag and my purse,“ she said, knowing she was whining.
    “If you don’t find it,“ she went on, “ask Zac Zebra to find another copy. I simply can’t imagine being stuck here without something to read, and since I don’t know where my clothes are, I can’t even walk down to the gift shop. My hospital gown gaps in the back. Come over as soon as you can. And bring along a small bottle of Merlot. Carefully hidden, of course.“
    Early Friday morning, while Jane was drying her hair, she was astonished when a phone rang in the bathroom. She hadn’t even noticed it was there.
    “Hello?“
    “Mom,“ Mike said, “I’ve been told that you, Katie, and Todd all have cell phones. Why don’t I have one?“
    Jane laughed. “Because you were in college instead of home the day I went haywire and bought them.“
    “Are you still haywire?“
    “Yes, but for different reasons. I’m at this mystery conference, as you obviously know because you have the telephone number to my room. I have appointments with two agents and one editor today.“
    “I know. Katie told me. Congratulations. But about the cell phone...?“
    “You’ll be out for summer vacation soon. I’ll buy you one then. Okay?“
    “Okay. Good luck, Mom. I have to be in class in five minutes. Gotta go. There’s a test today and I have the crib sheet up my sleeve. Just kidding, Mom.“
    A moment later, Shelley turned up in Jane’s room. “I heard the phone. There’s nothing wrong, is there?“
    “No. Just Mike wanting to know why the whole family except him received cell phones.“
    Shelley laughed. “What a good grapevine your kids have. Do you have time for breakfast before your first interview?“
    Jane looked at her watch. “Nope. How about we meet after the interview? It’s only twenty minutes from now and only fifteen minutes long.“
    “I’ll meet you at the registration booth then. Do you have everything you need for the interview?“
    Jane rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mommy.“
    When Jane arrived in the interview area early, she peeked in the door. Three tables had been set up in the room where the dessert party had been held. Each had two people sitting on opposite sides and a placard with the name of the editor or agent. She was early, so she sat down on a chair in the hallway, waiting with the two other eager, nervous interviewees. They exchanged smiles all around, but didn’t speak.
    A few minutes later, the door opened and two women and one man walked out. One woman was smiling. The other two people looked disappointed.
    Jane and the other two women she’d waited with rose and entered the room. Jane went to the desk with a card saying “Gretta Green.“ This was the first agent she had an interview with.
    Jane leaned across the table and shook the woman’s hand. “I’m Jane Jeffry, and I’m pleased to meet you, Ms. Green.“ She handed over the folder with the first three chapters and the outline.
    The agent pulled out the papers, set aside the chapters, and went to the outline first.
    “Oh, it’s an historical novel, isn’t it?“
    “Yes, but it has a mystery element, too.“
    “But it’s historical,“ Ms. Green said with a frown. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but historicals are dead and gone. Nobody’s doing them anymore.“
    Jane didn’t know quite what to say to this, but pulled herself together and managed, “But I’ve read a lot of historical mysteries that have been recently published.“
    “Yes, maybe so. But mystery