War and Peas

finished arranging the paperwork and left as well.
    Jane focused on the computer, forcing herself to tune out the activities around her. The gift-shop lady came in, made copies of something to add to the packets, and left. Babs followed a few minutes later and repeated the process and departed, muttering to herself about something she’d left in the car.
    Caspar, having apparently avoided arrest so far, came in next. Jane had the urge to grab Heidi and the ledger and clutch them to her, but managed to pretend not even to notice him. He sat down at the table and started rummaging through a board packet. Jane resisted the urge to run and tattle on him, only because it would have left the cat and the book unprotected. He flapped pages around and snorted to himself.
    Babs returned shortly and said, “What are you doing here, Caspar?“
    “Board meetings are open to the public, aren’t they?“
    “Don’t tell me you are grouping yourself with ‘the public’?“ she said sarcastically.
    “Somebody’s got to keep an eye on you people,“ he said too loudly. “Sneaking around here killing each other off and trying to shove the blame on me.“
    “Not very successfully, it appears,“ she drawled.
    Jumper entered the boardroom before Casper could come up with a reply. Jumper was clothed today in normal clothing, which still managed to look like a costume on him—a dark, three-piece suit, a navy-and-red striped tie, and a white-on-white shirt. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
    “Hey, it’s a suit!“ Caspar said nastily.
    “Just for you, Caspar,“ Jumper said wearily. “Come to snoop on the board meeting?“ Not expecting an answer, Jumper sat down and started glancing through the pile of papers Sharlene had prepared.
    “What a snotty kid you are,“ Caspar said. “How you ever got a law degree is a mystery to me. Come to think of it, I might just take a little time and investigate your credentials.“
    “Oh, give it a rest, Caspar,“ Jumper said disgustedly.
    Babs appeared with Eli Bascomb in tow. “Oh, Jumper, I’m glad you’re here,“ she said. “Eli and I were just discussing a change in the federal withholding and I wanted to consult with you on it. We have a new option on how to compute...”
    They went into a huddle, ignoring Caspar entirely.
    Lisa returned a few minutes later, chatting in low tones with Whitney Abbot. Jane caught a few words about music selections and assumed they were finalizing the plans for Regina’s funeral. Both the architect and the publicity director appeared to be entirely unaware of or uninterested in Casper’s presence. Jane glanced at him. He was looking around, trying to catch someone’s eye, hoping for a fight, it seemed.
    Shelley came into the room with a wad of paperwork and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you having a meeting?“
    “We’re about to,“ Babs said, “but please stay. In fact, I think it would be nice if you and Jane were present.”
    Shelley glanced at Jane questioningly, and Jane shrugged her shoulders in ignorance.
    An elderly man Jane had never seen before joined the group a minute later, and Babs, Jumper, Lisa, and Whitney greeted him warmly. It seemed, from what they said, that he was one of the honorary members of the board.
    Shelley had sidled over to where Jane was and pulled up a chair. “What’s going on?“ she hissed.
    “Board meeting. That’s all I know,“ Jane whispered back.
    The room was getting crowded, so Jane turned off the computer and she and Shelley moved their chairs into the corner to make it easier for the others to move around the table. Babs rose and looked out into the hall. “Sharlene? We’re about to start. Is Georgia attending the meeting?“
    “Yes, she’s in the bathroom,“ Sharlene said, rushing in with her steno pad.
    Georgia trailed along a few minutes later, looking downright haggard. There wasn’t a chair left at the table and she stood and glared at her brother for a second.
    “I’m entitled to be here!“ he said defensively. “You’re not allowed to sit in my chair, though. Move it,“ she said harshly.
    Caspar looked like he was going to argue the point, but he changed his mind and got up to lounge against the copying machine, sulking.
    Babs glanced at her watch and stood up at the head of the table. “The meeting of the board of the Snellen Museum is called to order,“ she said crisply.
    “Move to dispense with the reading of the minutes,“ Jumper said