it in fucking high heels!â
âThat was unavoidable and I told you how much Iââ
âOh shut up. I know you think Iâm stupid, you blame me for everything. Walk the damn dog yourself.â Suddenly she started to cry and began to unbutton her Oquossoc Mountain Inn jacket.
âCherry! Please!â
Furiously, Cherry threw the jacket onto the reception desk. There was a gob of chewing gum stuck to it. She began unzipping her skirt. Gabriel was horrified.
âCherry!â Gabriel cried helplessly. âYouâre in a public space!â
She took off the skirt and threw that on the desk. Then she took off one tan faux patent leather pump and threw it at him, and found it so satisfying that she did the same with the other one. Then she stalked off in her blouse and ragged slip, through which you could see her magenta thong underpants.
The cooking class had a rather antic quality in the afternoon of that day. With both blond interlopers gone, the mood was oddly bubbly. People kept asking Hope if she would do their charts.
âI knew this would happen, thatâs why I never tell people. Anyway you need to know what time of day you were born.â
âI know mine,â said Teddy. âMarch eighteenth, 1965, Houston, Texas, four-thirteen A.M .â
âIâll call my mother and find out,â said Nina.
âIâm February fifteenth,â said Margaux Kleinkramer, âand I know I was born right after midnight because my father said I had a red ribbon in my hair. Iâd just missed Valentineâs Day.â
By the end of the class Hope had everyoneâs birth date and place, and she had promised to take her laptop to town and see what she could do. She also had no idea how to make the ceviche or gravlax the rest had been working on but Maggie said sheâd teach her. And that, by the way, her own birthday was October 16.
âI know,â said Hope, âand you have Scorpio rising. I did your chart ages ago.â
âYou did?â
âI was on the search committee that hired you, remember?â
âYou mean you chose me based on my sun sign, or whatever itâs called?â Maggie was offended.
âOf course not, we chose you because you are wonderful. I just find it a useful tool.â
Maggie was slightly cool to Hope the rest of the class.
It was teatime when Mr. Rexrothâs seedy Grand Marquis made its way majestically up the drive. He parked in front of the steps, then got out and started around the car to help Lisa get out, but Glory got to her sister first. Maggie and Teddy Bledsoe, playing bridge with Bonnie and Nina, watched the arrival from their table in the bow window of the lounge. The whole right side of Lisaâs face wasblack and blue and swollen, the eye nearly swallowed within puffy purple-green bruising, the skin stretched shiny and taut. Both her right wrist and foot were in high-tech splints involving a lot of Velcro. Glory put her arm around her sister and acted as her crutch as she negotiated the porch stairs. Neither woman seemed to be speaking to Mr. Rexroth. He busied himself with producing a wheelchair from the trunk of the car and setting it up for Lisa at the top of the porch stairs.
Mr. Gurrell hurried out from behind the reception desk to see if he could help.
âJust send a bucket of ice up to our room,â said Glory shortly. âAnd tell Mr. Antippas his wife is back.â
Ten minutes later, Glory reappeared.
âDid you find Mr. Antippas?â she demanded.
âWeâre looking for him.â
âHow hard could it be? He isnât small.â
âWe think he may have gone for a walk,â said Mr. Gurrell.
âThat would be a first,â said Glory acidly.
âIâm a little short-staffed at the moment but someone has gone to look.â
âAnd has the rental car arrived?â
âYes, Miss Poole. Itâs in the parking lot. Would you like the