War and Peas

natural.
    Jane suddenly laughed. “Well, I hope when I’m through here, people can say the same of me. ‘She’s held up pretty well, considering.’ Let’s get to work, Shelley.”

Seven

    Jane was enormously relieved to discover that the job wasn’t nearly as hard as it had sounded. Regina Palmer’s instructions on how to assign the item numbers were clear and easy to understand and appeared to account for every possible contingency in a marvelously logical manner. Even the computer was cooperative. The database was one specifically designed for museum inventories and was easy to use. Shelley had spent time the week before recording many of the items on paper forms that exactly duplicated the computer program’s format, so all Jane had to do was assign the number and enter the information. Once she stopped worrying about the information that was missing, it was really a snap.
    Among the many stacked items in the boardroom was an old radio in working condition. Jane found an “oldies“ AM station and spent two hours happily listening to the Everly Brothers, Elvis, and the Supremes while typing information into the computer. When Shelley and Lisa Quigley came into the boardroom and announced that it was lunchtime, she was surprised. Shelley had spent her time in the farm-implement room, filling out more forms, which she set down next to the computer.
    Lisa Quigley said, “There are snack machines here, but I wouldn’t advise eating from them. There’s also a little strip mall next door that has a few fast-food restaurants that are pretty good. Pizza, burgers, salad, and pasta. I’d recommend the salad shop. What are your preferences? I’ll go get us all something.“
    “No, sit down. I’ll go,“ Shelley insisted. She took their orders and disappeared.
    Jane turned off the radio, shut down the computer, and stood and stretched.
    “We really appreciate your help,“ Lisa said, glancing through the stack of papers Shelley had left on the table.
    “It’s actually fun,“ Jane said. “I’m curious to see some of the things I’ve been entering. I can’t imagine what a ‘circa 1870 crank-handled pea shucker’ looks like.”
    Lisa smiled and sat down at the long table in the center of the room. Jane took a chair across from her. When Jane had first met Lisa and she’d given them their instructions for the reenactment, she’d looked like a trim, contented thirty-five-year-old. Now she looked haggard, unhappy, and a decade older.
    “I’m terribly sorry about Ms. Palmer’s death,“ Jane said. “It must be a tremendous loss to all of you.”
    Lisa nodded. “She was so important in so many ways. Especially to me. She was my best friend.“
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know,“ Jane said. “You’ve known her for a long time, then?“
    “Ever since college. We were taking a history course and discovered that we were both doing papers on the identical subject—’Women’s Roles in the Agrarian Society of Pre-Renaissance France.’ It was kind of spooky. Instead of competing for the documents we both needed, we got permission from the professor to do the paper jointly. It was marvelous working with Regina. She had a real gift for language.“
    “I know. Her instructions on cataloging are very clear,“ Jane said. “But surely you brought something to the paper as well.“
    “Oh, I’m dogged. I never let a piece of research go until I’ve squeezed everything out of it,“ Lisa said with a self-deprecating smile. “We were a good combination. Got an A on the paper. Had it published in an academic journal. And became friends, too. We could have made names for ourselves in scholastic circles, I think. But we both badly wanted to get out into the real world.“
    “And so you both came here to the Snellen?“
    “Regina came first. She was a year ahead of me in school. I’d taken a year to work and pay off some student loans halfway through. Regina figured out the long-term plan—she wanted to find a small museum, otherwise we’d have come in at the very lowest level and had to spend years, if not decades, working our way up. The Snellen was perfect. Regina fell in love with this place the minute she walked in the door, she said. And she interviewed with Miss Snellen and they got on together awfully well. The Snellen had a director who was retiring and Miss Snellen wanted somebody young and enthusiastic and bright who could see a future for the museum instead of just going along the way it