Club and drove to the ocean to get married?â
Joe nodded. âLike that.â
Judith glanced at the MGâs dashboard. âYou kept your money in that ashtray. You told me we could afford to drive all the way to California and spend our honeymoon in Carmel. But when we stopped in that little town on our own part of the coast, we couldnât find a justice of the peace at three in the morning.â
Joe chuckled. âWe walked on the beach at low tide to sober up. You tripped over some driftwood and turned your ankle.â
Judith laughed softly. âWe slept on the sand until the tide started coming in and woke us up before we drowned. The worst partwas ruining my I. Magnifique evening gown with the deep V-neck down to my waist and the slit in back almost up to my rear.â
Joe put his hand on Judithâs knee. âGreat dress. Easy access.â The magic gold flecks had returned to his eyes. âWhen I finally brought you home the next day, your mother believed your tall tale of how weâd been mugged at the salmon derby. She did wonder, though, why weâd gone fishing in evening clothes.â
âIt was the early sixties,â Judith said. âEverybody dressed better then. That was my Jacqueline Kennedy/Audrey Hepburn phase.â She frowned. âIâd better finish packing. Itâs after one.â
Joe slid his hand off of Judithâs knee and got out of the car. Judith remained in the passenger seat, mulling her options. âWait for me,â she called, finally deciding that Joe was right. Discretion was the better part of cowardice. âI want to ask Renie what sheâs told Aunt Deb.â
The house was quiet when Judith entered through the back door. Mike had pinned a note to the bulletin board by the half doors. Went to noon Mass at the cathedral. Stopping for lunch at McDonaldâs, back around two.
Judith had hoped Kristin would make Gertrudeâs lunch. That hope was in vain. She hurriedly put together a ham-and-cheese sandwich, sliced pears, chips, and the last two snickerdoodles. When she reached the toolshed, her mother was doing a jumble puzzle in the Sunday newspaper.
âWhatâs that?â Gertrude asked, scowling at the tray.
âItâs lunch.â Judith moved closer to the card table in front of her mother. Several dirty dishes were stacked haphazardly on one of the elegant frosted glass trays Judith used for guests. âYou already ate?â
ââCourse,â the old lady said. âKris brought my lunch before they went to church. One of those omelets with all kinds of good stuff in it. She gave me dill pickles, some of her tasty jam, and a real nice quilt. Itâs on my bed. Take a lookâor do you have time before you leave town?â
Aghast, Judith set the tray on the card table. âWhere did you hear that?â
âYour aunt Deb. As usual, she talked my ear off, but she told me about your trip.â Gertrude glowered at Judith. âWhatâs this boondoggle for?â
Judith sighed as she sat on the small sofa. âItâs Renieâs idea. You know how she hates to fly.â
âI donât blame her,â Gertrude said, peeking inside the ham-and-cheese sandwich.
âThatâs one thing about her that makes sense. Iâd never get in one of those things, not after what happened to me with Ozzie Popp. Some pilot! He turned that plane upside down and said he wouldnât land until I kissed him. He shouldâve known better than to get fresh with me. That was the end of that.â
âAnd that was the end of Ozzie,â Judith murmured, having heard the story a hundred times.
âIt sure was,â Gertrude declared, her hearing obviously more acute than she let on. âA week later he crashed that cardboard contraption into a barn that had a chewing tobacco ad painted on it.â The old lady snorted. âOzzie bragged that he could land that airplane