Mulch ado about nothing

Jackson’s house, whether you noticed anything odd the morning she was attacked.”
    There it was, out in the open. Jane held her breath, hoping he wasn’t going to take offense at her suggesting he was nosy.
    “The police asked me that the day they were around,“ Arnie said. “I guess they asked everyone on the block. I couldn’t think of anything ...then.“
    “But you’ve remembered something?“ Shelley asked, trying not to sound too eager.
    “It was just a car I hadn’t seen before. An old one. A Ford, I think. Black or dark blue. “
    “Where did you see it?“
    “Right in front of Dr. Jackson’s house. I didn’t really make anything of it at the time. She often has company.“
    “On the street or the driveway?“ Jane asked.
    “Oh, on the street. It might have been somebody visiting the house across from her, of course. “ He thought for a moment. “No, I guess not. Those folks were off on a trip to Disney World with their kids if I remember right. The kids brought back a pillow for me with a Mickey Mouse face last Sunday. Nice kids. Being raised right. They come over and I tell them stories of my days at the firehouse.”
    This warmed Jane’s heart. It was lovely that a neighbor paid attention to old Arnie, and the kids liked him as well.
    “So the car probably belonged to someone calling on Dr. Jackson? Don’t you think that you should tell the police now that you’ve remembered it?“ She was hesitant about even mentioning the police after Arnie’s near fainting spell when they came to his—or rather, Darlene’s—home.
    “Maybe, but it wouldn’t be much help. I’m not even sure it was a Ford, and it might have been black or dark blue. That wouldn’t be of much use to them. There are probably thousands of cars like that.”
    “Still... “ Jane urged.
    “I don’t want the police here,“ Arnie said.
    “No, of course not,“ Shelley said brightly. “It makes talk around the neighborhood. But the detective who came here with the officer is a friend of Jane’s, and her neighbors are used to seeing him around her house. Maybe you could drop by Jane’s and talk to him there.”
    Arnie said, “I guess that would be okay. Maybe when we’re touring your two yards tomorrow.“
    “I’ll set it up. It’ll only take you a minute to tell them about the car you saw. If it’s not valuable information, they won’t bother you again,“ Jane assured him.
    “Okay. Now, if you have the time, I’d like you to come look at something.”
    He took them to the backyard and said, “I might take Miss Winstead’s advice about dividing these Japanese irises. She said to do it in the fall. But I’d like to put the cuttings somewhere else in the yard.”
    You won’t do it, Jane thought, but went along with allowing the visit to last longer. She glanced around the yard again, and once again noticed the pitiful straggly plants with the little coral droopy pom-pom flowers. “Why don’t you plant the extra cuttings over here?“ she suggested. “The colors would go well together. And these little plants look like they’re struggling for light. You could move them into the sunshine.”
    And the irises would kill off the ugly plants, she reflected.
    Arnie nodded. And leaned down to pluck a few flowers off and handed a couple to both Jane and Shelley. “They don’t look like much, but they smell nice. Darlene used to put the foliage in vinegar for salad dressing.“
    “That went well, I think,“ Shelley said when they were on their way home.
    “I hope it’s useful to Mel to know about this mystery car. Take me home now. I want to put on my jammies and veg out in front of my new television.”

Twenty-six

    The last day of the class was anticlimactic. Though the death of Dr. Eastman had been on the local evening news and there was even a mention of the suspicious circumstances, treated almost as a joke on one of the networks Friday morning, the class assembled at the community center dutifully.
    All except Stefan.
    He’d come to the classroom either the evening before or early in the morning. He left a note on the podium saying since one or more of the class attendees had reported an innocent remark he’d made the day before to the police, causing him much humiliation, he wouldn’t be present today.
    So he hadn’t been as casual and unconcerned as he acted when he was taken away. Jane couldn’t blame him a bit.
    Everyone was subdued and feeling awkward in the presence of the others.