through with pictures.â
âOh, youâre going to do a play!â Ben gifted her with his own preference.
âIâve never been on the stage ,â she said with surprising vigor.
âYou mean youâre retiring at your age?â
I thought she was between thirty and thirty-five, which I didnât consider young. Actually, she was thirty-eight.
âIâve been retiredâsince the stinkeroo before the last. And thatâs just dandy with me. No more skin off my nose.â She laughed and Ben did too, though I could tell he didnât see what was funny any more than I did.
âI donât think Iâll ever retire,â he said. âIâm going to be an actor, you know.â
âNow, I know.â
âWhen Iâm too old for leads, Iâll play character roles. Some of the greatest roles are character roles.â
âIs that right?â she said, smiling an easy warm smile that had a touch of pity in it. It was the first of countless times that I imagined that Ben was younger than I. He didnât understand her smile, and she knew he didnât.
âOur father isnât retired, and heâs sixty-eight,â I said, thinking out loud. âBut then, he didnât start working until he was forty-five.â
âHonest?â she said. Her big eyes had the same round naïveté as some of my earlier confidantesâ at my tall tales.
âOur motherâs dead,â I volunteered.
Any other time Iâd told that to a grown-up, Iâd felt that I should sound sad about it. But strangely, this woman gave me the feeling that you could tell her anything, just the way it was. âBut she didnât die from work ,â I continued. âIt was from something wrong with her uterus, after she had me.â
âLucresse, for Godâs sake,â Ben reprimanded.
I ignored him. He had tried with every word to hold her interest, and now, for reasons I didnât know, I had it all. She looked fascinated.
She said, âAnd you donât feel guilty about it? You donât feel wrong all the time?â
âNoâ¦just most of the time. But not about that . She wouldâve died if she had somebody else instead of me , or Ben and me.â
âLucresse!â Ben warned.
âLucresse, you are wonderful, absolutely wonderful,â Felicity said.
I loved her.
âYou must have a wonderful father.â
âWellâ¦heâs pretty old.â
âLucresse, gol-ly!â Ben pleaded.
âTell me, why does he want to meet me? The truth.â
Ben and I became dumb. We didnât want to put this striking new acquaintance on a commercial basis. Finally, Ben spoke. âItâs sort of a business deal.â
âHe wants to get you started in pictures?â
âOh, no,â Ben said.
âWhat does your father do?â
I recalled one of the titles heâd once used. âHeâs a merchant.â
âThen he wants to sell me something.â
âOh, no,â Ben said.
âSo whatâs the big mystery? Youâre sure itâs me he wants to meet?â
âYes,â I said. âWhy donât you come home with us and find out all about it?â I wanted to be around when she and he got together. âCome for dinner.â
She laughed a throaty laugh. âThanks for the invite, but I couldnât possibly.â
It occurred to me that if she was âMrs.â Peddicord, there must be a âMr.â She might even have children, back at the mansion.
âYour husband could come too,â I urged.
She coughed. âNo, Lucresse. Heâs not here. Iâm here for both of us.â She stood up. âTell your father he has a very nice daughter and son, and that I donât want to buy anything. Good-bye.â
She was already walking, fast, as Ben and I got to our feet. At fifteen yards, she turned and waved and we waved back.
Ben acted as though