Fear of Frying

“Possibly to design an exotic garment that will shock and delight my husband. See you later.”
    The private quarters upstairs were wonderful, open and airy. There was a large central room that ran the length of the front of the building like the top of a T. Running back from the center was a kitchen and dining area. There was a big fireplace at the far end, which must have been directly above the fireplace in the lobby. To each side of the kitchen was a bedroom, sitting room, and bath suite. One was Benson and Allison’s, the other Edna’s. The perfect setup for both family life and personal privacy.
    “This is fabulous!“ Jane exclaimed as Allison showed her around. A counter ran along the entire front of the main section. There were six windows, with bookshelves between each, making them appear to be recessed, like dormers. At the far window, nearest Allison and Benson’s suite, a very fancy sewing machine was set up. In the area behind it sat a huge quilting frame with a half-done red and green Christmas quilt on it.
    The next window area was a desk for Allison’s computer and printer. Cabinets beneath held paper, and the shelves next to it had a bookstore’s worth of manuals. The third window contained a profusion of colorful house plants. A few of them were very fragrant, filling the large room with their perfume.
    The other three windows, on Edna’s end of the main room, were almost empty by comparison. A single old, well-shaped rubber plant was in front of one, a colorful miniature totem pole in another, and the third was bare. Edna’s bookshelves were sparse, too. Only one was full, and it consisted entirely of paperback mysteries. Another had a pile of crossword-puzzle magazines, several dictionaries, and a thesaurus. Edna’s end of the room contained an entertainment center with a big television, VCR, and cabinet full of videotapes, mainly, Jane noted, documentaries, musicals, and costume dramas.
    “I could stay up here and never, ever go out!“ Jane exclaimed. “You’ve got everything I love.“
    “We’re lucky to be living now, aren’t we?“ Allison said. “I can be a complete hermit, but between the satellite dish and the computer, I’m also in touch with the whole world. What more could you ask?“
    “Closer medical facilities,“ Edna said from the top of the stairs.
    “Oh, Edna, no fretting, please. I’m fine,“ Allison said. “Jane and I are going to play on the computer.“
    “Have you seen that black knitted scarf of mine?“ Edna asked.
    “It’s right here,“ Allison said, opening a drawer. “Some of the fringe was coming loose and I fixed it. What are you up to today?“
    “Just prowling around,“ Edna said, wrapping the scarf around her neck. “Want to see how the classes are going. Benson’s taken charge of the kitchen for the day.“ She donned a heavy coat, stuffed a pair of hand-knitted gloves in her pocket, and said, cheerily, “Have fun, girls,“ as she went back down the stairs.
    “I’ve got a pot of coffee ready. Decaf, I’m afraid. Edna won’t let Benson even buy the straight stuff for us.“
    “Why’s that?“
    “Because I’m not supposed to have any. I have a little heart problem, and Edna is determined to watch over my health whether I want her to or not. She’s a dear, dear person, but I think she loves me too much. She never had a daughter, and my mother died before I even met Benson, so Edna’s taken over being my mom. Unfortunately, she treats me like I were her beloved idiot child who requires constant care. She means so well that I can’t bear to tell her I’m capable of running my own life.”
    Jane didn’t think Allison resembled an idiot child, but she did look like a sick woman. Possibly much sicker than she was letting on. Her coloring was anemic, she moved slowly and carefully, as if in slight but constant pain, and she spoke rather slowly, needing more breath to do so than most people. Edna was probably quite right to worry about Allison’s health. She clearly wasn’t well.
    “But maybe she’s right,“ Jane said hesitantly. “About living closer to a good hospital.“
    “Oh, she probably is,“ Allison said cheerfully. “But I couldn’t live anywhere but here. I’d wither away. And it would be even harder on Benson. This is where he’s meant to be. He wasn’t even upset about the land-restriction thing. I’ll boot up the computer.”
    They sat down side by side, and as the computer went into action, Jane