“Look, I’m sorry for this early-morning call, but it’s important; otherwise, I wouldn’t be calling. I need some legal advice, Chris, and you were the first person who came to mind. Plus you’re in Los Angeles, which stacked the deck.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Toots. What’s going down in LA?”
“It’s Abby,” she said. “She’s in trouble.”
“Damn! Why didn’t you say something?”
“I’m saying it now. And, Christopher, it’s not life-threatening. At least not at this point.” Toots did have thoughts of choking Rodwell Archibald Godfrey, but she kept them to herself. “Clearly, Abby is alive and well, or I wouldn’t be talking to you. She’s having trouble at work.”
“She still writing for that rag?”
Abby replied in a firm yet kind tone. “Yes, Christopher, she is still writing for that rag. She loves her work regardless of who approves or disapproves.”
“No need to defend her, Toots. I’m an entertainment attorney. We don’t rate so high in the legal world, either. So what kind of trouble has Abby gotten herself into?”
That was more like it. It reminded her of why she’d married Garland. He’d had a quick wit and all of his own teeth. Like father like son.
“The paper’s owner needs to pay off his gambling debts. He told the staff he’s selling the paper.”
Christopher laughed. “What does this have to do with Abby? Doesn’t she want to work for someone else? She’s good, Toots. She could have her pick of beats at any of the large newspapers.”
“As her mother, I already know that! Abby absolutely loves working for a tabloid,” Toots said, her voice crisp and clipped. “Sorry, Chris, I’m just so ticked off right now. I didn’t mean to go all snarly on you. Apparently one of the conditions in selling the paper is that the current employees, including Abby, have to go their own way. Abby says it’s the owner’s way of being petty and spiteful, and I tend to agree, but then again, I know nothing about how newspapers work.”
“Toots, I know where this is heading, and as an attorney, I am going to advise you to stay out of it. Financially, The Informer is a flop. It’s low on the tabloid totem pole. Very low, as I’m sure Abby’s told you. I haven’t a clue what the circulation is, but—”
“Find out as soon as possible. Offer them double their asking price. No questions, Chris. It is what it is.”
“It’s not a good investment, Toots. I strongly caution you against going down this road. You just said you don’t know anything about newspapers. If your mind is made up, I won’t stop you, but I am going on record that it is a poor move. I’m not keen on acting as your broker, either. Have you really thought this through, Toots? What does Abby think about this?”
Damn, how did she know he would ask her about Abby? “I have thought it through, Chris.” Toots took a deep breath and let it out in a loud swoosh. “Currently, Abby is unaware of my intentions.”
“I assume you don’t plan to share them with her, either,” Chris said sourly. He was not liking this conversation one little bit.
Was she that obvious? Hell yes. She was a mother. She had to do what she had to do for her daughter. Any woman/ mother in her right mind would do whatever she could to help her daughter’s career. So what if it was just the type of unscrupulous excitement she’d been looking for anyway? She couldn’t wait to tell Sophie, Mavis, and Ida.
“Your assumption would be correct, darling boy.”
“Okay, Toots. Give me a day or so to get the ball rolling.”
“You’re a good man, Chris, just like your father. I knew I could count on you.”
Ten minutes later, Toots was downstairs pouring her umpteenth cup of coffee. There was a twinkle in her eye that hadn’t been there since…forever.
“Bernice, I have a good bottle of scotch hidden around here somewhere. I say let’s find it and make a toast.” Toots ran around the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards, searching for the bottle. She found it next to the Comet cleanser beneath the sink. Bernice held out her empty mug. “Mind telling me what we’re toasting?”
Suddenly, Toots was afraid she’d jinx the possible deal if she spoke about it before it was a fait accompli. She’d always been superstitious. “Yes. No. I’m not exactly sure. Never mind.” Toots held her Maxine cup high. “Here’s to new beginnings and happy endings.”
The women clinked their mugs together, spilling coffee and liquor on the newly polished floor. Bernice dropped a kitchen towel onto the floor and used her foot to mop up the spill.
“I do like the way you clean, Bernice dear, but the Ladies’ Society would frown on that particular method. Personally, I don’t care; I’m just saying. I’m thinking they would call us both tacky,” Toots said, before pouring each of them another bounteous spot of scotch.
“You didn’t think that way yesterday while you were working me like a mule.”
“Oh, for crying out loud, Bernice, stop whining. I did not work you like a mule yesterday. You have the cushiest job in Charleston,” Toots said, before tipping her mug back.
“Don’t get carried away, Toots.”
They both laughed at the absurdity of their state of affairs. Each had it made, and they both knew life couldn’t be better. They just liked to devil one another to, as Bernice put it, get the other’s goat.
“So now that we’re half snockered, do you want to tell me why we’re drinking scotch at five o’clock in the morning?” Bernice asked.
“Nope, but let’s just say this. I might be taking a trip to the West Coast. Soon. As in day-after-tomorrow soon.”
“What about your friends? You can’t just leave me here to entertain them! I don’t even know them.” Bernice started to flutter around like a lost hen.
“They’ll come with me, of course. You can come with us, too, if you want, you know that, Bernice. I’m not leaving you out.”
“Not me! No, ma’am, I will not get on an airplane. That’s not in my job description. I’ll stay here and make sure Pete keeps the bird feeders full, thank you very much.”
“Oh, Bernice, you need to live a little. Life’s too short to allow fear to bog you down.”
“Toots, I’m seventy years old. If God wanted me to fly, he would have given me wings. I’ve made it this far in life without flying, and I plan on keeping it that way. I’ve never been on an airplane in my life. I don’t think it’s going to matter one way or another at this point in time if I’m fearful of flying or not. I just can’t see how it would improve my life,” Bernice said, in defense of her lifelong fear of flying.
Toots thought about what her housekeeper had just said. She supposed it made sense from Bernice’s point of view. “You’re probably right, but still, you could give it some thought.”
“Still nothing. It’s unnatural. If people were meant to fly, we would’ve been born with wings.” Bernice made her usual argument when the topic of air travel came up, and she never cared how repetitive she was.
“I suppose you’re right about that, too, but you don’t know what you’re missing. There are still so many places I want to visit. Actually, I plan to become bicoastal. It’s the new ‘in thing’ with seniors, at least healthy, well-to-do seniors.” If she succeeded in purchasing The Informer, she would have to live bicoastal.
“You’re certainly well qualified for that lifestyle,” Bernice said tartly.
“Yes, I am, I won’t disagree. Now let’s get my ‘ass in gear’ list and zip through what’s left. I still have some shopping to do. I think I’ll have Pete drive me since I’ve…imbibed a little.”
“Well, I, for one, need to rest a minute. That booze doesn’t sit well in my stomach this early. We should have eaten some cornflakes first. Go on to the store. I’ll put the fresh sheets on the guest beds while you’re gone.”
“Good idea. Thank heavens Walmart never closes. If you think of anything we didn’t put on the list, call my cell,” Toots called over her shoulder. Grabbing her purse and the keys to her Town Car, sh
e walked out the back door without another word as she went in search of her gardener.
Two hours later, the early-morning sun flashed through the kitchen window as Toots dumped fourteen bags on the countertop. She skimmed through her list, checking off each item as she removed it from a bag. “Damn, something is up with Ida,” she said out loud.
Bernice skirted through the kitchen like a summer breeze. “You back already?”
“Yes. Six in the morning is the perfect time to shop. There are no lines. Look at all this stuff.” Toots indicated three bags of disinfectant and germ-killing products.
Bernice foraged through the bags. “What’s all this for? We’ve got plenty of cleaning supplies.”
A bit bewildered, Toots shook her head. “Ida said she’d need a few things for her visit. This must be what Mavis was telling me about. Something about Ida’s fear of germs. She called it OCD, obsessive compulsive disorder.”
Bernice removed a box with a picture on the front label that resembled a cell phone. “What kind of dumb-bunny gadget is this?”
“It’s called a germ-zapping light. Apparently you wave it around a germy area, and it’s supposed to kill off any germs in ten seconds. E. coli, staphylococcus, salmonella, cold and flu germs, stuff like that. Mavis said Ida wouldn’t come if I didn’t buy one.”
“Think she’ll wave it over the toilet seat? Lord, I’ll have to douse it with Clorox every two minutes.”
Toots laughed. “Probably, but I don’t think you need to concern yourself with Ida’s germ disorder. I’ve bought everything under the sun and then some. Besides, this house is as clean as it’s going to get. So what if there’s a little germ here and there? Ida will just have to get over it.”
“I suppose,” Bernice said as she began transferring the canned goods and staples Toots had purchased to the pantry shelves. “I don’t see why the need for all this food. You said yourself you gals were going to the West Coast. Who’s going to eat all this?” she asked, waving her arm around to indicate the already overstocked shelves.
“Actually, Bernice, I’m stockpiling just in case I’m in California longer than planned, you know, more than, say, ten days. I don’t have a clue at this juncture just how long I’ll be staying, so I want to go with a free mind, knowing you and Pete will be covered until I get back. The freezer is chock-full.” Toots wondered if she was putting the cart before the horse. Yes, she probably was, but she had a feeling this “project” might turn into something more than a simple bicoastal quickie business venture.
Maybe what she should do was cover all her bases and have Christopher check into purchasing a jet and hiring a full-time pilot so she wouldn’t have to give up her Charleston digs. She beamed at the thought. Yes, she thought, it was all doable.
“Did you get any of those raspberry jelly rolls I like?”
“Don’t I always? I don’t see how you eat the silly things and not gain an ounce.”
“The same way you do, Typhoon Toots. I smoke, drink, and thrive on the adrenaline rush I get when I see the stock market climbing. It keeps my metabolism high. Don’t tell anyone I said that, because they won’t believe you, but it’s the honest-to-God truth.” Bernice cackled.
“I’m sure it is.” When pigs fly.
Chapter 5
Fortunately, Toots’s travel agent had been able to book Sophie’s, Mavis’s, and Ida’s flights within an hour of one another. She’d discussed it with Sophie and Mavis the previous night on the phone, explaining everything in detail. All three agreed they were fine with hanging out in the airport lounge until Ida’s flight arrived.
Before she left for the airport, Bernice made Toots promise she would not touch a drop of anything alcoholic until she returned safely with the girls. As if she needed to be told, but it was Bernice’s way of watching over her employer, and Toots was careful not to say anything to upset her since she’d been running around like a chicken with its head cut off all morning in preparation for the arrival of the guests.
Forty minutes later, Toots maneuvered her Range Rover through the entrance at Charleston International Airport with ease. Soon she’d have a jet of her own and wouldn’t need to use commercial airlines. At least that was her plan. Spying valet parking, she pulled to the curb, gave the attendant—a slim, dark-haired boy who looked to be at least six feet tall, still growing, and not a day over eighteen—her keys. She made him swear he wouldn’t smoke any of the cigarettes she’d left lying on the passenger seat, telling him they would stunt his growth. He swore he wouldn’t. Toots counted the three packs of Marlboro Lights just in case.
Inside the airport, she spotted the arrival gates and hurried toward them. Mavis’s flight was first to arrive. She wanted to be visible so Mavis would see her the minute she passed the security line. She wondered if Mavis was as happy as she was over this little reunion.
Knowing Mavis was traveling with Coco, her Chihuahua, she’d called ahead to make sure they would be allowed to keep the dog with them while they waited for Sophie and Ida. Toots was assured it would be fine as long as the dog was kept in its carrier.
Had it not been for the pet carrier, Toots wouldn’t have recognized Mavis. Though they talked on the phone once a week, e-mailed every day, and sent birthday and Christmas cards to each other, it had been almost six years since they’d seen each other. What she saw waddling toward her was not the dear friend she remembered. Mavis was at least a hundred pounds heavier, possibly more, since the last visit.
Mavis spotted Toots waiting behind the velvet ropes. She waved, her plump arms flapping like sheets in the wind. “Toots! Over here!” she called out, pausing midway to catch her breath.
Toots plastered a big grin on her face, then waved back in acknowledgment. “Hurry it up, woman! I can’t wait to give you a big hug.”
When Mavis finally made it past the ropes where friends and family were allowed to wait, she was huffing and puffing. Perspiration dotted her upper lip and forehead. She reached into her pocket for a tissue to mop her face. “Lord, it’s hot here. I don’t see how you stand it.”
Toots hugged her friend and planted a kiss on her cheek. Another plan was forming in her brain, which was already on overload. She smiled. Mavis needed her, and that made her extremely happy. Toots loved it when people needed her. “You get used to it after a while. I’m so glad you could make it, Mavis. I’ve got a big surprise for you, but I can’t tell you what it is until Sophie and Ida arrive.”
“Yip, yip!”
“This must be Coco,” Toots said, peering inside the pet carrier.
Mavis struggled to speak normally, but she was still winded. “It is, and she’s thirsty. A surprise, huh? I can only imagine. Let’s find a ladies’ room, then I’ll see if I can pick your brain while we wait for Sophie and Ida.”
“Right around the corner.” Toots pointed to the restroom. “What about your luggage?” Toots glanced at the small brown canvas bag slung over Mavis’s shoulder. Surely she’d packed more than that.
“This is it. I like to travel light. I only have three outfits anyway. My pension doesn’t allow for a lot of extras. Property taxes are killing me. I hope you have a washer and dryer,” Mavis huffed.
“Of course I do.” Toots took the pet carrier from her, then anchored Mavis’s tote around her own shoulder. “Go on. I’ll hold this while you do your thing.”
Mavis nodded and trundled off toward the ladies’ room.
Travelers with every color, size, and shape of luggage dotted the terminal. Toots heard bits of conversation here and there, an occasional cry from a baby as she waited outside the restroom. Coco barked at a young man whizzing through the airport in what amounted to a golf cart with a flashing yellow light on top. The beep beep beep sound must’ve scared the little dog. Cooked onions and old grease from a nearby fast-food restaurant filled the air, the scent so overwhelming it made her stomach roil. How people could eat that fast-food junk was beyond her. A bowl of Froot Loops with a cup of sugar and some light cream was all she
needed to qualify her as a happy camper.
While she waited for Mavis, Toots’s mind raced. First she’d contact a friend who owned Liz’s Stout Shop and purchase some clothing. Mavis would need it once they were in California, that is, if she agreed to make the trip. Then she’d hire the best weight-loss guru money could buy to get her friend down to size. Of course she’d have to make sure Mavis was physically able to withstand any vigorous activity before she was put on an exercise routine. All she had to do was call Joe Pauley, her own personal physician, and ask him to make a house call tonight. Friends forever, she knew Joe would do as she asked.
Mavis emerged from the restroom looking fresh as a daisy. Or maybe a sunflower. Toots reasoned she was a large woman. And sunflowers were the largest flower she could come up with.
More yipping from the carrier.
“Let’s take a quick scoot out to the pet area and then we can come back in and wait for Sophie,” Toots suggested.
Toots removed the little Chihuahua from the carrier, allowed the small pooch to give her a few wet doggie kisses, then handed her to Mavis. “This way,” she said, motioning to an outside area where several other dogs and a few cats roamed about with their owners.
Ten minutes later, they were back in the lounge. “Let’s have something to drink,” Toots suggested.
“Sounds good to me. I sure could use a thick chocolate shake right now. All they offered on the plane was soda and pretzels. I was so sure they would at least serve a sandwich or something,” Mavis grumbled.
Toots knew in her gut if she wanted to help Mavis she had to start now. “Mavis darling, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you know me, I’ve never been one to beat around the bush. The last thing you need right now is a chocolate milk shake. You’re heavier than you’ve ever been and I’m worried.”
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