The Class Menagerie

reluctant to issue search warrants after the crime scene’s been unsealed.“
    “Besides,“ Jane said wearily, “people had been in and out by the time I remembered to tell you about it. I’m really sorry.“
    “It might not matter,“ Mel said generously.
    Shelley stood up and stretched. “I’ve got to go home.“ Mel got up, too. He gestured questioningly at the refrigerator. Jane said, “Help yourself. Didn’t you get dinner?“ .
    “Not to speak of,“ he said, opening the refrigerator door and staring in a bewildered manner at the contents.
    “Shelley, what’s the plan for tomorrow?“ Jane asked.
    “Oh, I’m glad you asked. I’d forgotten to tell you about breakfast. You don’t need to help Edgar in the morning.“
    “He’s not doing breakfast? How are you feeding them?“
    “I thought he and you both deserved the morning off. I’m picking up McDonald’s breakfasts and bringing them over.“
    “Edgar must be horrified!“ Jane said with a laugh.
    “Oh’, he is. He says I’ll destroy his reputation if I’m seen bringing them into the bed and breakfast. He actually insisted that I put them all in a covered box before I even drive into the neighborhood. But he’s also exhausted from the extra strain we’ve put on him and couldn’t make himself turn down the offer. Besides, our class president, Trey Moffat, is hitting him up for another big job.“
    Mel was unearthing sandwich makings and piling them on the counter and Jane was hoping he didn’t find anything revolting enough to ruin their relationship. Given how long it had been since she’d cleaned the fridge, it was possible.
    “What job is that?“ she asked Shelley.
    “The dinner tomorrow.“
    “But that’s at the country club, isn’t it?“
    “It’s supposed to be. But Trey’s in a panic. A bunch of people who said they were coming didn’t show up. Then about half who did come were so put off by this murder that they’re going home after the picnic lunch. Some have already left.“
    “But he can’t cancel the country club this late, can he?“
    “Well, there’s something odd going on there, too. He thinks the kitchen staff is threatening to strike or something. Anyway, the country club is willing, if not downright eager, to let him off the hook.“
    “Have you broken this news to Edgar yet?“
    “Yes, right after I insisted on bringing in breakfast.“
    “He’s willing?“
    “For a really substantial price,“ Shelley said wryly. “He and Trey are hammering out the details. Thank God that doesn’t involve me.“
    “Why do I have a feeling it does involve me?“ Jane asked.
    “Only a little,“ Shelley said. “Edgar’s doing a buffet. All you’re needed for is carrying in an occasional replacement dish when they run low.“
    Jane groaned. “Do I have to wear a maid’s uniform? Maybe one with a short skirt and fishnet hose?“
    “You will not! You’ll wear that apricot silk dress I made you buy when it was on sale last month.“
    Jane saluted. “Yes, ma’am. You did promise to loan me your pearls when I wore it.“
    “Jane, don’t you have any mayonnaise?“ Mel asked.
    “Mel, in a house with teenagers, mayonnaise is The Staff of Life. Keep looking. Okay, Shelley. I’ll help drive a load to and from the picnic tomorrow at one o’clock,“ Jane said, ticking items off on her fingers. “Then dinner duty when?“
    “Seven or a little before.“
    “Then drive one bunch to the airport Sunday morning, right? No changes in that schedule?“
    “Lord knows they’ve tried to change their plans and get away sooner, but Mel hasn’t let them.“
    Jane glanced at Mel, but the only part of him visible was his back end, bent over, while he rummaged in the fridge. Shelley leaned close to Jane and whispered, “You better get him out of there before he discovers the Biology Drawer. I’m off now. See you tomorrow around one.“
    Mel emerged victorious with a jar of mayonnaise and told Shelley good-night very cordially before he began constructing his sandwich. Jane sat down and watched with disgust as he put it together.
    He caught her look and said, “I have a sergeant who claims that peanut butter is a good investigative tool. He says you can tell where a person is from by what they add to peanut butter sandwiches. Bacon means they came from Philadelphia, bananas mean Memphis or maybe Tupelo. Jelly means different places, depending on the kind of jelly. Grape is Omaha, I think he said. Guava is