to do away with someone . . .â
âBitsy asked for it,â said Miss Tilley, smoothing the afghan with gnarled fingers. âRight from day one.â
âIâm really surprised to hear you say that,â said Lucy. âI always thought she did a great job.â
Miss Tilley threw up her hands in disgust. âHardly. She was so disorganized. It was a scandal. Things were always such a mess.â
âHer style was different from yours, but you have to admit that she did some good things.â Lucy wanted to say that Bitsy was friendly and welcoming, but was afraid Miss Tilley would be insulted. âA lot of people liked the way she ran thingsâmore people than ever were using the library.â
âOh, she was Miss Nicey-nice to the patrons, Iâll give you that. Never bothered with overdue fines, never even made the children wash their hands before they handled the books.â
Lucy couldnât help smiling. She knew a lot of Tinkerâs Cove natives remembered Miss Tilleyâs insistence that they wash their âlittle finger bonesâ as soon as they entered the library.
âI know people think it was silly, but the library has always had a limited budget,â continued Miss Tilley. âMaking the children wash their hands saved quite a bit of wear and tear on expensive books. But thatâs neither here nor there.â She waved her blue-veined hand back and forth. âThe point I was trying to make is that she talked about people behind their backs.â
âYouâre not the first person Iâve heard say that.â
âOh, yes,â nodded Miss Tilley. âFor instance, if you took out a book on, oh, say sexual dysfunction, Bitsy would notice. And sheâd talk about it. Sheâd mention it to the next person who came along, and the next. And each time sheâd embellish it. First it would be âGuess who took out a book on sexual dysfunction.â Then it would be âI guess Lucy Stone is having some problems with Billâ. Before the day was out sheâd have you considering divorce because you and Bill were sexually incompatible!â
âDid she really say those things about me?â said Lucy, feeling rather sick.
âOh, I donât know. I was just using you as an example.â She took a sip of tea and looked at Lucy over her teacup. âBut I donât see why not you, too. She talked about everybody.â
âAfter Zoe was born I took out a book on abnormal psychology and she asked me if I was suffering from post-partum depression,â recalled Lucy.
âI heard about that,â volunteered Rachel, returning with the teapot.
âI never had post-partum depression!â exclaimed Lucy.
âEverybody thought you did,â said Rachel. âI was so relieved when I saw youâd gotten over it.â
âI never had it,â insisted Lucy.
âOkay. I believe you,â Rachel said diplomatically. âMore tea?â
âNo, thanks,â said Lucy, furrowing her brow thoughtfully. âI donât knowâthis seems kind of a stretch. What kind of secret could she have found out that would be damaging enough that somebody would have to kill her? Besides, sheâs done a lot of good. Just look at the new additionâthat would never have happened without Bitsy.â
âThatâs the most ridiculous thing Iâve ever heard, Lucy Stone!â Miss Tilley was quivering with rage. âThat is absolutely untrue! I donât know where you got an idea like that! The board decided to build the addition, and the board raised the money. Bitsy had nothing to do with it!â
âIâm sorry,â said Lucy, hastening to make amends. âI must have misunderstood.â
âYou certainly did. In fact, all Bitsy contributed to the fund-raising effort were some harebrained ideas. She proposed using the endowment fund, said it was too little money to bother
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