The Class Menagerie

it the night of the prom,“ Avalon said.
    A sort of collective shudder went around the room.
    “The night Ted died?“ Crispy asked softly, although they all knew the answer.
    Avalon looked as if she were remembering a dream that was both wonderful and horrible. “Yes, there was moonlight almost as bright as day. I’d just finished it when I heard the car engine start and I thought he would back out any minute and catch me drawing the house, so I ran away.“
    The words hung in the air. They all knew Ted hadn’t backed his car out, but had gone back upstairs to die.
    Pooky hadn’t given up trying to acquire the drawing. “It’s so wonderful!“
    Jane was casting wildly about for something to say to change the subject when someone else did it for her. Lila came into the room, looking around for something. She had changed from her antique traveling suit into a brown tweed skirt, hand-knitted sweater, and Old Maine Trotters that had probably been her mother’s shoes. Her Grace Kelly hair was still up in a roll. “Has anyone seen my red notebook?“ she asked. “I set it on that table in the front hall with my bag when I came in—“
    She’d broken the Dead Ted mood and everybody was grateful. “What did it look like?“ Pooky asked.
    “About so—“ Lila said, indicating a 5 by 7 size with her hands. “It has a bright red cover. It’s very important that I find it.“
    “Like this?“ Crispy said, fishing a like object out of her purse.
    “Yes, that’s it. I should have known you’d take it,“ Lila said.
    If the others were shocked at this rudeness, Crispy seemed delighted. “But I didn’t take it. This is mine.“
    Lila strode across the room and snatched it from Crispy’s hand. Crispy grinned as Lila opened the notebook and looked perplexed. “But—this isn’t mine,“ she said.
    Crispy took it back with a victorious smile. “I believe I told you that, didn’t I?“
    “So sorry,“ Lila said curtly. “I must find mine. I have some very important business numbers in it. Would you all check your things to see if you accidentally picked it up?“
    While she was trying, with limited success, to get them to go to their rooms and rummage through their belongings, Jane took the snack tray to the kitchen to refill it. Gordon, the co-owner of the bed and breakfast, had just come in the back door. Edgar introduced him to Jane. Jane gushed about his magnificent decorating while studying him. He was as gorgeous as his creations. He was fortyish, with a thick shock of dark blond hair and Peter Lawford eyes along with a marvelous physique. He seemed genuinely pleased with Jane’s remarks, but weary.
    “Long day at the factory?“ Edgar asked, rolling out some pastry dough.
    “The longest. Management’s decided to start a new card line with kitten photos. Kitten photos ! Little kitty turds all over the studio. Cats don’t much like having their pictures taken. Just think, if I hadn’t taken this job, I’d have never known that. And then I have to come home to this... beast!“ he said, pointing an accusatory finger at Hector, who yawned magnificently.
    “It won’t be for long,“ Edgar assured him. “And Hector caught a chipmunk today. Or at least he found a dead one. It’s a step in the right direction. Blood lust is next.“
    “Excuse me, Jane. I’ve got to go shower off Eau de Chat,“ Gordon said. He lightly punched Edgar’s shoulder as he passed him and Edgar smiled sympathetically.
    “Poor Gordon,“ Jane said. “He doesn’t like Hector?“‘ “He adores him, “but won’t admit it,“ Edgar said.
    Mimi Soong pushed the door from the dining room open. “Jane, can I help with anything? Oh, what a wonderful kitchen!“
    Edgar wiped the flour off his hands and gave her a tour. They were joined by Pooky a few minutes later— another refugee from Lila’s determination to form a search party to hunt for her notebook. Pooky tried to be polite, but it was obvious that a kitchen was a kitchen as far as she was concerned and she wasn’t bright enough to pretend real enthusiasm. Mimi, however, knew kitchens and, like an Oriental queen, drifted around asking exactly the right questions. Edgar was delighted.
    Jane finally remembered her original errand and put another layer of tiny, crustless sandwiches on the tray, artfully scattered a few olives and carrot curls among them, and took the tray back to the big living room. It was nearly empty. Crispy was fiddling with the television,