Chapter Two
“Who’s there?” Toots asked.
“The police,” Bernice answered sarcastically. “Who were you expecting?”
Toots peeked out of the small crack between her bedroom door and the doorframe. “What do you want?” she asked none too nicely. “I’ve got a . . . situation in here.” She wasn’t about to tell Bernice the full version of what Sophie suspected, at least not until she was 100 percent sure. In the meantime, her job was to keep Ida occupied, and that was almost impossible. She’d given her a double dose of an antihistamine to knock her out. The last thing she wanted was the entire gang asking questions.
“Abby is worried about you,” Bernice told her. “She thinks you’re mentally deranged. She’s considering having you committed.”
Toots yanked the door open and stepped out into the hallway. “Shhh, I don’t want to wake Ida.” She inched her bedroom door almost shut, leaving just enough of an opening to see Ida lying on her bed. “Repeat what you just said.”
“Abby’s worried about you,” Bernice repeated. “And frankly, I’m beginning to worry myself. What in the hell are you and Sophie up to now? Don’t tell me nothing, because I don’t believe it for one little second. You’re hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is. And I want to know right now, this very second.”
Toots considered telling her the truth, but sure as shit Bernice would mention it to Robert. It would scare the poor old guy half out of his mind, and who knew what could happen then. The old guy could have a heart attack or something. She trusted Bernice to the ends of the earth; she’d been like a sister to her for almost all of her adult life. But right now just wasn’t the time to tell the whole truth and nothing but. Time for a little bit of embellishment. “Ida’s having some of her old issues resurface and doesn’t want anyone to know.” There, that should cover them, at least until Sophie came up with a plan.
Incredulously, Bernice asked, “You mean that germ stuff?”
Toots nodded. She hated lying to Bernice, but right now it was for the best. She didn’t want to frighten her or Robert, or anyone else for that matter. And she would do whatever it took to keep Abby, and her beautiful grandchildren, safe.
“Please don’t tell me I have to Clorox this place down now? I can’t stand the smell, plus I’m too old to get down on my hands and knees to scrub the floor.”
“No, no, don’t even go there. I wouldn’t expect you to clean like that anyway. I’d send her to a nuthouse first.” Toots smiled. “If Abby calls again, explain this to her, but make sure she keeps it quiet for now.”
“No, I am going to do no such thing. When Abby calls again, and you and I both know she will, I’m going to insist she talk to you. And you can tell her whatever lie you want.”
Bernice had a way of cutting right through the flesh and hitting the bone. Toots had taught her well. She grinned. “Bernice, I’m doing this for her own protection, and the twins’, too. You are going to have to trust me on this one,” she added.
“I suppose I can. What about the wedding? Are you going to be able to fit this in between all of your mysterious callings? I would hate to have to hire one of those overpriced wedding planners.”
“Damn, Bernice, you’re acting like a virgin bride! Of course I can fit this in. As you can’t seem to stop reminding me, I am quite experienced. Once the date is set, I’ll take it from there.” Toots had connections all over Charleston. For that matter, she had connections all over the country. She could whip up a wedding in a matter of hours if she had to, but she wasn’t about to tell that to Bernice.
“Two weeks? Robert and I discussed it, and at first we thought we wanted to get hitched next week. But then we changed our minds and decided on two weeks. Is that enough time for you, Miss Planner of Weddings?” Bernice asked.
“I’ll arrange for you and Robert to get your marriage license tomorrow. Once that’s finished, why don’t you set the date then? Just in case there’s an issue, you know, red tape and all,” Toots added.
“All right, I guess I can live with that. But I am not fielding any more telephone calls for you.” Bernice shook her head and headed downstairs.
Toots took her cell phone from her pocket. She’d missed several calls from Abby. Before she had time to rethink her decision, she dialed Abby’s cell.
“Mom,” Abby said. “What is going on now? You scared the daylights out of me. Why the need to toss us out?” Abby did not sound like a happy camper.
“Dear, I didn’t mean to scare you or the twins. There is a . . . situation that requires my and Sophie’s undivided attention. It’s one of those psychic things, just a little closer to home.” This explanation didn’t make one bit of sense to her, and she knew damn well that Abby wouldn’t fall for it, either, especially given the cockamamie story about carbon monoxide at Sophie and Goebel’s house that Abby had been told.
“As long as you and Sophie aren’t being hurt in any way, I’ll accept your explanation. For now. I just wish you would trust me enough to confide in me.”
“Oh, Abby, I trust you more than anyone in the world. You need to trust me when I say this isn’t something you need to involve yourself in. The outcome could be very . . . let’s just say you’re better off not knowing right now. When and if the time is right, and you need to know, or there is no reason for you not to know, you have my word I’ll fill you in on everything. Can you live with that for now?”
Toots took a peep at Ida. She’s sleeping like the dead, Toots thought. Uh-oh, bad choice of words.
“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice,” Abby relented. “Just be careful, okay? I know you and Sophie.”
“What do you mean by that?” Toots asked, wanting to keep the conversation going just to hear her daughter’s voice. She’d felt incredibly guilty for tossing her and the twins out earlier.
“I know how the two of you are when you’re concocting one of your schemes.”
Toots heard a rustling noise coming from her room. She sneaked a look inside. Ida was thrashing about. Sophie had told her to watch for signs of odd movements. “I need to go, Abby. I’ll call you later. I promise there isn’t anything for you to concern yourself with. Kiss the babies for me.” Toots ended the call before Abby had a chance to respond. She hated doing this to her daughter but made a mental promise to make it up to her.
Inside her room, she dialed Sophie’s cell phone. “Ida is moving around like she’s trying to fly.”
“Shit,” Sophie said. “Is she talking weird, saying anything out of the ordinary?”
“No. I can’t believe she’s even capable of moving after I gave her all those antihistamines.”
“How many did you give her?” Sophie asked.
“Two, just like you said. Phil might stop by later if he gets back from New York. I’ll have him check her over.”
“Don’t do that, Toots. She’s okay. Remember, I was a nurse. It’s not going to cause her any trouble. She might have a bit of a dry mouth when she wakes up, but that’s about it. I don’t want Phil to ask questions. We don’t need anyone asking questions.”
Toots should have been offended, but she wasn’t. Phil didn’t need to know about this, and besides, he had enough on his plate preparing for his book-launch party. “I won’t breathe a word.”
“I’ll keep my cell phone on all night. I’m not sure if I’m going with Goebel to meet with that Dabney great-great-nephew, but if I do, I’ll let you know. Any more changes with Ida, let me know.”
“So you just want me to sit in my bedroom and watch her sleep? What should I tell Phil if he asks why?”
“You’ll think of something, Tootsie, you always do. I’m in the attic right now, I have to go.”
Okay, Toots thought. She didn’t want to know why Sophie was in the attic, though she assumed that it probably had something to do with Ida’s dilemma.
Resigning herself to spending the evening watching Ida, Toots pulled a chair up next to the bed. Something told her it was going to be a very long night.