by Parnell Hall
Harvey reluctantly sat on the bench in front of the window.
Cora sighed. That was the problem with letting people like Harvey do you a favor. You had to talk to them. At least she didn’t have to marry him.
Cora went into the bakeshop and ordered a cappuccino and an apricot scone. Life immediately looked better. She found Harvey sitting on the bench outside.
“That looks good,” Harvey said. “What is it?”
“An apricot scone.”
“Oh. I’m having a chocolate croissant. But that scone looks awfully good.”
“Oh. Did you want a bite?”
“No. I’m just showing you I can talk about something else.”
“You don’t have to now,” Cora said.
“I know. I was just showing you I could.”
“I’m impressed. What about the chairs?”
“You have a bid of a hundred dollars.”
“That’s the only bid?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Why of course ?”
“That was the asking bid.”
“I thought you were going to start at twenty bucks apiece.”
“I looked at some other chairs. Twenty-five seemed more in line.”
Cora kept the smile plastered on her face, but inwardly she groaned. Harvey was such a fussy little noodge. Why’d she ever get involved with him? “You have no idea who this is?”
“No.” Harvey reached in his vest pocket, took out a small, fastidiously folded piece of paper. “I have the e-mail address. If you want to write to him. Or her.”
“I swear to God, Harvey, one more him or her and you’ll bleed from the nose.”
“It’s [email protected]. That’s not much help. It could be anyone. If you want to write this person, you can. Otherwise, I won’t know their name until the bidding closes.”
“When is that?”
“Next Tuesday night.”
“Oh, hell,” Cora said. “So, for all we know, this could be someone who just wants cheap chairs.”
“Right. There’s no way to tell unless someone else bids.”
“What are the odds of that?”
“Well, if no one bids in the next twenty-four hours, I’d say they were poor. On some items, of course, people wait, try to put in a bid at the last minute. That’s on more expensive items, which generate more interest. On something like this, who could really care?”
“Who, indeed?” Cora said.
The young mom with the stroller came down the block. At the sight of Cora, her face lit up hopefully.
“Oh, how cute,” Mimi said. “You puzzle people talking together. Oh, you darling!” she added, as Cora handed her the paper. “Just in the nick of time. I hope this helps.”
Mimi flashed them a dazzling smile, and wheeled her stroller into the bakeshop.
“What’s that all about?” Harvey asked.
“Oh. She’s having trouble with her husband.”
“What did you give her?”
“A prescription for Cialis.”
Harvey looked astounded.
“Oh, for goodness’ sakes,” Cora said. “Get a sense of humor. She wanted a crossword puzzle for her husband. To smooth over a spat.”
“And you did that for her? You’ve got a heart of gold, Cora. A heart of gold.”
“Yeah, I’m the cat’s meow. About this bid . . .”
“Like I say, that’s all we can tell for the moment. Unless someone else bids on the item.”
“You know anyone would like some nice chairs?”
“Oh, I couldn’t have a friend bid,” Harvey said. “That would be dishonest.”
“Heaven forbid.”
“Was that intentional?”
“Was what intentional?”
“The play on the word bid.”
Cora wondered which answer would get her in more trouble. “Frankly, I didn’t notice.”
“It’s probably automatic,” Harvey said. “I bet you could do it in your sleep.”
Cora smiled. “That’s a hell of a straight line, Harvey, but I’m not gonna bite.”
Cora went home, logged on to the Internet, and checked out eBay. Harvey had done a nice job scanning in the picture of the chair. And he had one bid, for one hundred dollars.
It occurred to Cora it would be a shame if that was the only bid. After all, a hundred dollars was pretty damn cheap for four rattan chairs.
Cora bid $120.
CHUCK DILLINGER SCOWLED.“ What’s this?”
“For you, sweetheart.” Mimi had placed Cora’s crossword puzzle inside a Hallmark greeting card. On the envelope she’d written For my sweetheart.
He looked at her. “This is from you?”
“In a way.”
“In what way?” Chuck said.
Mimi could sense the irritation in his voice. He’d had a long day at work, he wanted a drink, and she’d hit him with a puzzle the minute he walked in the door. “Sorry, honey. It’s from me, but I didn’t do it. I mean, I didn’t make it. You’ll see when you open it.”
That explanation neither enlightened nor appeased Chuck. He appeared not sure what to say next.
The baby’s bawling saved him.
“Oh, dear,” Mimi said, and rushed for the crib.
Chuck flipped the envelope on the coffee table, went to the mini-bar, and poured himself a scotch. He took off his shoes, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt collar. He sat in an easy chair, put his feet up on the coffee table. Took a huge sip of scotch, exhaled.
Mimi sat on the couch, patted the baby on her shoulder. “Hard day at the office?”
“Well, I didn’t make partner, and I didn’t get fired.”
Mimi was glad to hear it. That was Chuck’s whimsical response for an average day. He wouldn’t have said it if anything was really wrong.
“Did you open your card?”
“No, I made my drink. What’s the card all about?”
“Open it. I’ll tell you.”
The envelope wasn’t sealed, just had the flap stuck in. Chuck pulled out the card. “ ‘To a wonderful father.’ Honey, it’s not Father’s Day.”
“I know.”
Inside read: With love, signed, Mimi.
“What’s this?” Chuck unfolded the paper.
He stared at the puzzle. “What the hell is this all about?”
“It’s a present. I had the Puzzle Lady make it special. Just for you.”
“You what?”
“Come on, dear, solve it. See what it says.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“No. Go on.”
“Mimi. I’ve had a long day. I’m in no mood to solve a crossword puzzle.”
“I’ll help you. In fact, you don’t have to do anything. Just sit there and have your drink, and I’ll fill it in.”
“You’ve got the baby.”
“Yes, and what a little angel. See, she’s gone to sleep on my shoulder. Come on, here we go.”
With her husband’s grudging help, Mimi filled in the puzzle. She’d practiced with a xerox copy, to make sure she could. Her husband was not a patient man. It would spoil everything if she had trouble solving it.
When she was finished, Chuck said, “So?”
Mimi pointed.
“See the poem? That’s for you.
“My apology I’ll
Not prolong
I am so sorry
If I went wrong.”
Chuck stared at her. “Went wrong? What do you mean, went wrong?” He cocked his head. “You went through my things?”
“No, I—”
“What have I told you about going through my things?”
“I didn’t go through your things. Let me show you. I’m so ashamed.”
“You’re so ashamed!”
“Don’t wake the baby.”
“You’re so ashamed you come at me with crossword puzzles and you’re just afraid I’ll wake the baby?”
“Come outside.”
“What?”
/> “I have to show you something.”
“And you’d like all the neighbors to see?”
“No one’s gonna look at us. If we don’t shout,”
Mimi added. With the baby sleeping on her shoulder, she jerked open the front door.
Chuck followed her out into the yard. “Mimi, what’s going on?”
“You notice how I parked the car? Angling away?”
“So you’re terrible at parking. I kid you about it. What’s the big deal?”
Mimi led him around to the far side of the car. Pointed to the freshly repaired fender. “I backed into a light pole. I’m really sorry. I know how much you love the car.”
Chuck looked astounded. “You dented the car?”
“Yes. I’m really sorry.”
Mimi waited for the explosion.
Instead, Chuck started to giggle. “That’s what this is all about? The car? You thought I’d be upset about the car?”
“You’re not upset?”
Chuck took her by the shoulders, kissed her on the forehead. “You’re very sweet, you know. You think you’re the first housewife ever dented the family car?”
“I was so worried about it.”
“And getting that woman to make up a crossword puzzle. If that don’t beat all. Come on, sweetie, let’s go in.”
Chuck put his arm around Mimi and his daughter, and led them into the house.
He glanced over his shoulder as they went in the door. But there was no one there.
ACROSS
1 “Huh?”
5 Faultfinder’s find
10 Room at the top?
14 Hopscotch space
15 Loosen up
16 About, in lawyerspeak
17 88 days on Mercury
18 Consume with gusto
19 Bond in court
20 Start of message
23 Chinese shell food
26 Ahead of time
27 Chilean-born pianist,
Claudio ___
28 Wander about
31 Part 2 of message
34 Z, as in Zákinthos
38 Falco of “The Sopranos”
39 Unhappy fan, maybe
40 Rock group?
41 Wanton look
42 Part 3 of message
44 Just say no
45 Take the honey and run
46 “Be prepared,” for one
50 “Even if it fails . . .”
52 Part 4 of message
56 July 4 or 5, e.g.
57 Oohed and ___
58 Invasion site of 2003
62 Turkish military title
63 Bump and ___
64 Only
65 Look for
66 Roll-on alternative
67 Had a big mouth
DOWN
1 A question of motive
2 Break ground?
3 Docs’ bloc
4 Long essay
5 Baguette or challah
6 Lutzes and Salchows
7 Tone of voice?
8 Manhandle
9 Industrial show
10 Tripoli’s locale
11 Broadcast booth sign
12 Something extra
13 Set for the BBC
21 “What’s ___ problem?”
22 Ring stone
23 “Doonesbury” square
24 Eat away
25 Bandleader Shaw
28 Spacious
29 Small bills
30 Farming prefix
32 Off-Broadway award
33 Baguette or challah
34 Animal behavior expert
35 Mistake
36 U. of Maryland athletes
37 Thus far
43 In stitches
44 Unknown John or Jane
46 King with a golden touch
47 Old enough
48 Tax of a tenth
49 Fine-tune
50 Battleground
51 Hot alcoholic drink
53 Acts like a shrew
54 Ballpark cover
55 Sound from a fan
59 “Winnie-the-Pooh” baby
60 Part of “snafu”
61 End-of-proof letters
ACROSS
1 “Huh?”
5 Faultfinder’s find
10 Room at the top?
14 Hopscotch space
15 Loosen up
16 About, in lawyerspeak
17 88 days on Mercury
18 Consume with gusto
19 Bond in court
20 Start of message
23 Chinese shell food
26 Ahead of time
27 Chilean-born pianist,
Claudio ___
28 Wander about
31 Part 2 of message
34 Z, as in Zákinthos
38 Falco of “The Sopranos”
39 Unhappy fan, maybe
40 Rock group?
41 Wanton look
42 Part 3 of message
44 Just say no
45 Take the honey and run
46 “Be prepared,” for one
50 “Even if it fails . . .”
52 Part 4 of message
56 July 4 or 5, e.g.
57 Oohed and ___
58 Invasion site of 2003
62 Turkish military title
63 Bump and ___
64 Only
65 Look for
66 Roll-on alternative
67 Had a big mouth
DOWN
1 A question of motive
2 Break ground?
3 Docs’ bloc
4 Long essay
5 Baguette or challah
6 Lutzes and Salchows
7 Tone of voice?
8 Manhandle
9 Industrial show
10 Tripoli’s locale
11 Broadcast booth sign
12 Something extra
13 Set for the BBC
21 “What’s ___ problem?”
22 Ring stone
23 “Doonesbury” square
24 Eat away
25 Bandleader Shaw
28 Spacious
29 Small bills
30 Farming prefix
32 Off-Broadway award
33 Baguette or challah
34 Animal behavior expert
35 Mistake
36 U. of Maryland athletes
37 Thus far
43 In stitches
44 Unknown John or Jane
46 King with a golden touch
47 Old enough
48 Tax of a tenth
49 Fine-tune
50 Battleground
51 Hot alcoholic drink
53 Acts like a shrew
54 Ballpark cover
55 Sound from a fan
59 “Winnie-the-Pooh” baby
60 Part of “snafu”
61 End-of-proof letters
MIMI COULDN’T BELIEVE her good fortune. Her husband was taking it like a prince. An absolute prince. Chuck had seemed in a cranky mood when he got home. But when he saw the dent in the car, he couldn’t have been nicer. Mimi knew why. The puzzle softened him up. But not the puzzle itself. The fact that she’d gone to the trouble to get it for him. Gone so far as to ask the Puzzle Lady. A famous person. A professional. It was like asking a doctor for a diagnosis at a party. It simply wasn’t done. But she’d done it. And how it had paid off! Chuck had gone from testy and irritable to virtually calm. He’d read the poem, seen the damage, and that was that. Mimi shuddered to think what his reaction might have been if he hadn’t read the poem.
It was a shame nobody knew. It occurred to Mimi that, like most selfless gifts, it would go unnoticed. She wished she could do something about that. Let people know what a savior Cora had been. Cora was famous, yes, but not noted for her good deeds. And stars got such bad press. The tabloids Mimi read on line in the supermarket each week—but of course never deigned to buy—owed their existence to the public’s opinion of the foibles of the rich an
d famous. Celebrities were notorious, always censured, never praised. Any act of generosity went unappreciated. Which was so unfair. If a star visited a children’s hospital, either no one knew, or it was regarded cynically as a photo op.
Mimi picked up the crossword puzzle from the desk. It occurred to her she could take it to the paper, give them a human interest story. They’d surely run it, what with it being about Bakerhaven’s most famous citizen.