The Class Menagerie

day.
    “It’s a nice place, but I’m sick of it!“ Pooky summed up for them. “I want to go home to my own cooking and my own bathroom.“
    “Tomorrow,“ Jane said. “Now, who’s riding with me?“
    She ended up taking Beth, Avalon, and Pooky. “You all look wonderful,“ she said cheerfully. Beth and Pooky were in slacks and pretty sweaters; Avalon had on a saggy, baggy dress, but it was a definite red color, unlike her other drab outfits. She had a rolled bandanna around her hair and was wearing a little makeup. It was a clear improvement over her usual appearance. From the proprietary way Pooky was watching her, Jane deduced that Pooky had been responsible for the change.
    When they reached the park, the picnic was already under way. Trey Moffat, the class president, must have been possessed of the same strength of personality as Shelley, because there was a cheerful mood to the gathering in spite of everything. He’d put the men in charge of the cooking at three separate stone fireplaces. The women were scattering around the picnic tables, setting out paper plates and plastic silverware. Jane estimated that he’d managed to coerce nearly seventy or eighty people to attend, not including the children.
    “Jane, you’re staying, aren’t you?“ Pooky said as she got out of the car.
    “Oh, I don’t think so. I’m not needed.“ She was tempted, though. It had rained overnight, just enough to make everything look clean and fresh. There was a real tang of fall in the air.
    “But that’s why you ought to stay. You won’t have any jobs and there are quite a few single men.“
    Jane spotted one as Pooky was speaking. Mel was standing by the nearest fireplace, talking to a pudgy, cheerful-looking guy with a fat baby perched on his hip. “Maybe just for a while,“ Jane said.
    The park had originally been a farm. About the time Jane moved into the neighborhood the land, which had been neglected for many years, was acquired by the town and tons of soil brought in and landscaped into pretty rolling hills. Just last year the old homestead building had been renovated into a little historical exhibit. It was only one large room, but partitions with pictures and maps had been put in to divide it up. It nestled cozily at the top of a hill in the midst of a grove of oaks underplanted with old rhododendron hedge. Jane had been inside only once and always meant to get back, but hadn’t.
    Mel met her as she strolled up the hill toward the visitor center. “I didn’t know you had to be here today,“ she said.
    “Still asking questions. Getting nowhere,“ he added. “Jane, I’m sorry about last night—“
    “You’ve already apologized and I’ve told you I didn’t mind. You didn’t even snore. The way I see it, a man who can fall asleep in the presence of Jean Harlow, let alone me, is really tired and deserves a nap.“
    “Jane, let’s go someplace.“
    “Now? Where?“
    “No, when this is over. Anyplace. Just us. There’s a nice resort in Wisconsin I’ve heard about.“
    Jane stopped in her tracks, trying not to act gauche and stunned. They’d never even made love and he was inviting her for a weekend. The first thing that almost popped out of her mouth was, “But what would my kids think!“ but she stopped the words before they escaped.
    “Uh—interesting idea. Maybe—“ A thousand thoughts were flying around in her head. Stretch marks , she thought, panicked. Decent lingerie. Suzie can help with mat. Farm out Todd; have to trust Katie and Mike to stay alone without killing each other. Who pays? she wondered. And what would she say to the children if she went?
    While she’d often been uncomfortable with the fact that she was a few years older than Mel, right now she felt like a child. Which she was as far as contemporary social customs were concerned. She’d married young and inexperienced and the world had changed radically before she was widowed. In a way, she was locked into another era, trying to pretend she was part of this one.
    “They say there’s great fishing and sailing up there,“ Mel was going on. “Peace and quiet and no traffic. How about it?“
    “How about getting through the picnic first, and then talking about it?“ she said, seeing Shelley approaching.
    “Have I offended you?“ he. asked.
    She smiled. “Not at all.“ Just jerked me forward a couple of decades , she thought.
    “Hi, Mel,“ Shelley said. “I want to drag Jane off to meet some people. Do you