dress.
âA rat!â she shrieked, jumping up and scattering the rest of her lunch. Tea cakes, sandwiches, and grapes tumbled on the rug.
The others screamed, too, and hopped up like they were sitting on an anthill.
Doublewide darted out, snatched a club-shaped chicken salad sandwich, and ducked back under the tablecloth. His paw flicked out once more to snick a stray grape.
âWhat is that?â Viola Sandbanks asked, one hand on her chest.
âLacey Jane, bring me a damp sponge,â Miss Odenia said. âIâm sorry, Mimsie, but I do not have rats.â She dabbed at Mrs. Loveringâs skirt with the sponge. âThere, thatâs most of it. In this heat, that wet spot will dry in no time.â She looked at me. âWho let that lummox of a cat in here?â
âDoublewide must have slipped in when nobody was looking.â
âFetch him and put him outside.â
But Doublewide wasnât having any of it. When I raised the tablecloth, he growled and crouched over his sandwich, probably thinking I was going to steal it. Or maybe he was insulted because Bambiâs mother had called him a rat.
âHeâheâsââ I searched for a polite way to say that a stick of dynamite wouldnât budge him. âHeâs indisposed at the moment.â
âIndisposed!â flared Viola Sandbanks. âWell, I never!â
âLet him stay,â Palmer said. âMaybe heâll bring me luck.â
Miss Odenia said crisply, âGirls, would you clear, please?â
After the last crumb was swept off the tablecloth, Miss Odenia opened a shiny black box and took out a deck of cards.
âYâall playing poker?â I asked.
âEuchre,â said Mimsie Lovering. It sounded like yuker .
âBless you,â Lacey Jane said. âNeed a Kleenex?â
âThatâs the name of the game .â
Miss Odenia expertly dealt the cards, one at a time, around the table, then stacked the leftover cards in the center of the table. âSpades are trump.â
âFirst jack deals,â said Palmer, holding up the jack of spades. âDealers rotate clockwise.â She shuffled the leftover deck and began dealing a second round.
Mimsie Lovering talked more than the other three put together. It was Bambi this and Bambi that till I wanted to gag. Or gag her . Every time Bambiâs name was mentioned, Lacey Janeâs lips pursed, and she rattled the dishes.
I didnât know anything about euchre, or whatever it was called, but I noticed that Mimsie Lovering, who sat across from Palmer, gathered the cards after the first game and slung them around. She tossed the last four cards in the center of the table, facedown. They called that pile the kitty.
âSpades trump?â she asked, casually flipping the top card of the kitty. She slid the card into her hand with a satisfied smile.
âHey,â I said. âIsnât it supposed to be Miz Odeniaâs turn? If you were going clockwise, I mean?â
âCaught stealing the deal, Mimsie Lovering!â Viola Sandbanks exclaimed. âAnd by somebody who doesnât even know the game!â
âThe cardâs in my hand,â Mimsie said tightly. âItâs legal.â
â This time,â said Miss Odenia. âDo it again, youâll take a penalty.â
Viola waved me over in a jangle of charm bracelets. âRebel? Would you and Lacey Jane serve at my Madame Queen party tomorrow evening? Iâll pay.â
Money! I looked at Lacey Jane. She nodded back.
âWeâll be there!â I wanted to ask exactly how much she was paying but knew it wasnât polite. Just so long as it was cash on the barrelhead.
I headed back for the kitchen, but Violet Sandbanks grabbed my arm.
âStay here,â she said, âand keep an eye on Mrs. Lovering.â She laughed to show she was only joking.
Mimsie Lovering glowered at me. Clearly she was not