War and Peas

trouble. Was he nasty to you?“
    “Only moderately,“ Shelley admitted. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.“
    “I came to see if you’ve had anything to eat,“ Sharlene said. “I’ll get you some lunch.“
    “No, no!“ Jane said. “If you’ll sit and rest a minute here with Shelley, I’ll get us something. You don’t have to wait on us.“
    “But the volunteers are supposed to be fed at Snellen expense and I need—“
    “Have you had anything to eat, Sharlene?“ Jane cut in. “No? Well, I’ll get everybody something and we’ll sort it out with the museum later.“ She got up and practically forced Sharlene into her vacant chair. When Jane returned a few minutes later with hot dogs, chips, a few limp celery stalks, and drinks, Shelley was waiting on a customer and Sharlene was reorganizing the small cash box.
    Shelley sent her customer off with two museum bumper stickers and a jump rope, then sat down. “That’s appalling, Jane,“ she said, staring at Jane’s hot dog, which was piled high with sauerkraut and suspiciously yellow cheese. “How can you eat something so revolting?“
    “I’ve got a cast-iron digestive track,“ Jane said. “Except I’m starting to have a little trouble with melons—“
    “I don’t want to hear about it!“ Shelley said firmly. “Sharlene, what about the groundbreaking ceremony tomorrow? Will it go on?“
    “I don’t know. I guess it’s up to Babs McDonald and Tom.”
    It took Jane a second to remember that “Tom“ was Jumper Cable, the attorney who looked like an eighteen-year-old. “Why them in particular?“
    “Because they’re the most important people on the board of directors of the museum. That’s how Miss Daisy Snellen wanted it. At least one of them has to approve any important decision.”
    Shelley and Jane chatted about the merchandise until Sharlene had finished her food, which she set aside barely nibbled. Shelley said, “Sharlene, can you talk about Ms. Palmer? I hardly knew her at all.”
    Sharlene’s eyes filled with tears, but she lifted her head and said, “She was wonderful. Just the most wonderful person in the world. At least to me she was. When I started working at the museum, I’d just finished my secretarial course. I knew how to type and take shorthand, but I didn’t know much about spelling and grammar because I always thought that was dull. Ms. Palmer would correct my mistakes without making me feel stupid. All my teachers had always made out like I was some kind of dummy. I was real pretty in high school, and I guess they expected me to be an idiot.“
    “You’re very pretty now,“ Jane said, “and you’re obviously not stupid.“
    “No, I’m fat.“
    “You’re voluptuous,“ Shelley exclaimed. “I’d give anything for a bosom like yours!”
    Sharlene blushed and said, “Voluptuous? I’ll look that one up. Anyway, after a while, Ms. Palmer told me about some classes I could take in English. Didn’t say I had to, or even that I needed to. Just made it sound like something I’d have fun doing. And, you know? It was. Everybody else in the class carried on like crazy about having to diagram sentences and all, but I liked it. It was like working jigsaw puzzles, sort of.”
    Jane nodded. “I liked it, too.“
    “Ms. Palmer always asked about what I was learning, and even helped me when there was something I didn’t understand. She was awfully smart and well educated. Went to fancy private schools, I imagine. Anyhow, after I took those classes, she started talking about other classes I could take. History and business. She even got the board of directors to pay for my tuition. On-the-job training, she called it. When I got my certificate from junior college...“ She paused, a sob stuck in her throat for a minute, then took a deep breath and plowed on. “When I got my certificate, there was a ceremony. Ms. Palmer not only came to it, but she brought Babs McDonald and even Miss Daisy Snellen, who hardly went out at all by that time. It was like having a family there that was proud of me.”
    Jane was getting choked up herself. “How lovely!“ she said in a shaky voice. “And how proud of you they all must have been.”
    Sharlene nodded. “I think they really were.”
    Shelley, considerably less sentimental than Jane, said, “Sharlene, you said she was wonderful to you. I see what you mean, but did everybody like her as much as you did?“
    “Everybody respected and admired her. Well—almost