finished dusting the last photograph, and set it back on the mantelpiece. Then she dusted and straightened the rest of the room.
The most time-consuming chore was waxing the hardwood floors. Though doing so was hard on her knees and required application by hand, Charlotte still preferred using a paste wax to the liquid kind. She had waxed all of the downstairs rooms except for the double parlor, when the stiffness in her knees along with the shooting pains up her thighs dictated that it was time for a short break.
In the parlor, she picked up the stepladder, and with intentions of getting herself a nice tall glass of water first, then putting away the ladder and checking on the sheets in the dryer, she headed for the kitchen. She had just poured the water and was taking a long drink when she heard the back door open.
Mimi entered the kitchen first and was followed by another woman who looked to be a few years younger than Mimi. Though the other woman was almost as tall and slim as Mimi, she was the complete opposite in appearance with her long blond hair, fair skin, and turquoise-blue eyes.
“It’s hot as blue blazes out there,” Mimi complained, as she walked straight to the sink, scrubbed and rinsed her hands, then yanked off a paper towel from the towel rack. She dried her hands, and, as she delicately blotted her face, she motioned toward the woman who had come in with her. “Charlotte, this is my good friend, June Bryant. June lives three houses down on the other side of the street.”
Charlotte smiled at the other woman and placed her glass inside the dishwasher.
“Nice to meet you, Charlotte,” June said.
“Same here,” Charlotte responded, as she closed and locked the dishwasher door.
Mimi motioned at the stepladder propped against the cabinet. “I see you found the ladder.” She glanced around the kitchen. “And I see you’ve been really busy. The kitchen looks marvelous, especially the floor.”
“Thank you,” Charlotte said. “Except for the floor in the front parlor, I’ve finished most of the downstairs. After I wax the parlor I’ll be ready to start on the upstairs after lunch.”
Mimi glanced at her watch. “I’m impressed.” She tapped the crystal of her watch. “It’s only eleven-thirty. You work fast.”
There was something about the way Mimi had said “work fast” that bothered Charlotte. It was her tone of voice, she decided, almost as if she equated “work fast” with a sloppy job, and it was hard to tell if the woman was being snide or truly paying her a compliment.
Mimi smiled a tight little smile that could have meant anything. “Now, don’t let us interrupt you,” she said. “June is more like family than company, and mostly drops by to save me from having heatstroke since she knows that I’m usually working in the greenhouse.”
“Someone has to make you behave,” June teased her friend. “I swear,” June said to Charlotte, “the woman just doesn’t know when to quit. It must be close to a hundred degrees, and just look at how she’s dressed. If I didn’t come by once in a while and drag her out of that greenhouse, she’d make herself sick.”
“Shall I get you ladies something to drink before I get back to work?” Charlotte offered. “Maybe a nice glass of iced tea?”
Mimi shook her head. “Goodness no. You’ve got enough to do. But thanks for offering.” She motioned at the ladder. “Just leave that, and I’ll put it away for you.”
“That’s not necessary,” said Charlotte. “I need to get the sheets out of the dryer anyway, so I’ll put it away.”
As Charlotte took the sheets out of the dryer and folded them, she could hear the clink of ice being dropped into glasses, and then the scrape of chairs. The last thing that Charlotte wanted was to eavesdrop, but the house was quiet and sound carried.
“What am I going to do?” she heard June ask Mimi. “I thought that age would mellow him, but instead of better, he seems to be getting worse.”
“What’s Fred done this time?”
“Humph!” June grunted. “‘This time’ is certainly the right way to put it. But that’s my point. There always seems to be a ‘this time’ where Fred’s concerned. Ever since Johnny got into that trouble, Fred’s been determined to send him away to military school. He’s already enrolled him and made arrangements for him to leave next week. Bad enough Fred went back on his promise to buy Johnny a car, and who knows, if he hadn’t broken his promise, maybe Johnny wouldn’t have made that little mistake—”
“Now, June, writing five bad checks to the tune of five thousand dollars and forging his father’s signature is not just a ‘little mistake,’ and you know it.”
In the laundry room Charlotte folded the last pillowcase, and though she really dreaded getting back down on her knees, she dreaded having to walk back through the kitchen where the two women were even more. She didn’t want to appear to be eavesdropping, but surely they had to realize that she could hear every word they were saying. But what if they didn’t? Maybe if she walked fast and didn’t look at them….
Charlotte picked up the stack of sheets and pillowcases, took a deep breath, and headed for the kitchen, just in time to hear June say, “But, Mimi, I’m sure Johnny didn’t realize—”
As she hurried past the women, she felt foolish for worrying in the first place. She might as well have been a piece of furniture, she decided, since neither of the women paid the least bit of attention to her.
“Aw, come on, now, June,” Mimi chided. “Who are you trying to kid? Remember, this is your old friend Mimi you’re talking to. Johnny is what now? Fifteen? Believe me, Johnny knew exactly what he was doing. Why, if that had been Justin or even Emma, Gordon would have reacted in the same way.”
Justin and Emma. In the entrance hall, Charlotte placed the stack of bed linens on a table near the staircase. Justin and Emma had to be the names of the Adams’s son and daughter, she decided.
“But, Mimi,” June argued, “if Gordon had promised them a car, he would never have gone back on his promise.”
“Well, duh.” Mimi laughed. “Gordon is in the car business.”
A brief moment of complete silence passed; then June burst into laughter. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she told Mimi. “A promise is a promise.”
In the parlor, Charlotte grinned. She could still hear the women, but just barely, and her grin quickly turned into a frown as she lowered herself onto her knees. Wincing, she began rubbing the wax into the hardwood floor as she made a mental note that the next time she had to wax Mimi’s floors, she’d make sure she brought her knee pads.
“Yes, I know what you meant,” was Mimi’s reply. “But all I’m saying is that you’ve always had a blind spot when it comes to Johnny. And, after all, Fred has had experience with raising boys and maybe military school will be good for him.”
“Oh, yeah, he’s got experience alright. He’s always throwing up his other kids in my face. He’s forever comparing them to Johnny, and poor Johnny always comes out second best. But it’s not just the way he treats Johnny. It’s how he treats me, too. You just don’t know how lucky you are. Unlike that tightwad husband of mine, your Gordon has always been generous with
