black shoes, black stockings, a black petticoat with a few really stiff layers peeking out from under the skirt, and a half dozen necklaces, and Id be ready for New Years Eve.
I was so involved in my plans for the dressor one like it, in case I couldnt afford Johnsthat I didnt watch where I was going. As a result I walked right into someone coming in the opposite direction, loaded down with boxes and bags. Several of the bags scattered, and I babbled apologies as I started gathering them up.
Its no problem, a familiar voice said. Theyre Christmas gifts for the kids. Nothing breakable.
I looked up into a pair of blue eyes. Oh. Hi, Jill. I didnt recognize you.
You werent looking at me, Jill Cortino said, with a grin. You were staring into space and muttering.
I blushed. Its a bad habit, and one I dont seem able to kick. Sorry. I just saw this really great vintage dress in John Nickersons window, and I was thinking of how I could jazz it up for New Years Eve. Of course, Id probably have to put toilet tissue in the bodice to make it fit. . . .
The blue one? Jill asked. I nodded. At least youd be able to get into it. I wasnt that skinny in elementary school.
Youve also had three kids in four years. Cut yourself some slack. I handed her the last of the bags.
Jill Cortino is a native Waterfielder and a contemporaryand old girlfriendof Dereks. They dated in high school, went to prom togetherId seen a pictureand then Derek went off to medical school and married Melissa, while Jill studied bookkeeping and stayed single. Everyone assumed she was mourning the loss of Derek, but eventually Peter Cortino moved to town, and things went fast after that. They were married just a few months later. Its been five years now, and they have three children: Peter, Paul, andno, not MaryPamela.
Where are the kids? I asked.
At home, with my mom. Peters minding the business while Im taking time out to do a little shopping.
The Cortinos run an auto repair and body shop on the other side of downtown. Peter does the repair and body work, Jill does the books, and theyve got another mechanic or two working for them during the busy season. I dont think theyre getting rich, any more than Derek and I are, but were all getting by.
We should do dinner sometime, I said. Unless you two are too busy these days.
Jill shook her head. Business is slow. It always is in the winter. People are driving their beaters.
Huh?
She smiled. Havent you noticed how some people keep old cars that they drive only during the winter? Beaters.
She pronounced it beatahs , like a native down easterner. She added, People use them instead of their nice cars because of the salt on the roads and the danger of accidents.
I hadnt noticed, I admitted, but its my first winter here. I dont even have one car yet, let alone two.
I do know how to drive, and I have a current drivers license, but I dont enjoy it. Especially after driving Dereks truck off the road and into a ditch a couple of months ago. It wasnt my faultsomeone had punctured the brake cables, and things could have turned out a whole lot worse than they didbut it had been scary. I knew Id have to get a car eventually, but I was putting it off as long as I could.
Jill nodded. Youll see a lot of accidents as the weather gets colder and the road conditions worsen. Especially involving the out-of-towners. The college kids from places like Florida or Arizona have never had to drive on ice or snow before, and they dont know how to do it. That whole horrible thing with Carolyn Tate last month was only the beginning, Im afraid.
I hear the police are still looking for whoever was responsible, I said.
Jill nodded. Theyve been back for the third time to ask whether weve worked on anything suspicious. Like we wouldnt have told them already. They even insisted on