Hungry for Love (72 page)

Annabeth smiled back, and watched him walk down the driveway and pull off in his car.  Then she turned back toward Maggie.  “I need to go home and change my clothes.  But first let’s get these cakes into the fridge.”  They walked back toward the kitchen, and Annabeth carefully lifted the lid of the cooler.  She gently pulled the cake up and out, slowly turning toward the refrigerator which Maggie held open.  It was the slight turn that did it. The mousse, already melting, separated from the cake, causing the top layer to spin off, landing on the floor.  On seeing it swirl off, Annabeth jumped, and that movement caused the final layer to fly off the plate.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Annabeth and Maggie simultaneously.  Annabeth scraped the soggy cake and puddling mousse off the floor and into the trash can,  walked to the sink, rinsing her hands and drying them, then opened the other cooler.  The second cake was collapsed, the mousse puddled around its sides.  There was no way to remove it from the cooler in one piece, and it wasn’t fit to eat anyway.

“Now what?” asked Maggie.  “I didn’t make my sheet cake.  We do have some cookies.”

“Oh God!” sighed Annabeth, “I’m really sorry, Maggie.  I have to go home anyway.  I’ll stop at Ed and Betty’s and get a cake.”

“Fancy food just doesn’t work in this climate,” complained Maggie, her face a mask of aggravation.  “I’ll give them a call while you go.  Take my car.”

“Thanks, hon.”  Annabeth touched Maggie’s arm gently.

Annabeth pressed her hand to her head.  It was pounding.  She looked down at her party dress, now utterly ruined.  Could the cleaners remove that stain?  It was doubtful.  At least she still had her other new outfit.  She pulled into the open spot in front of Ed and Betty’s Bakery and walked the few steps to the door.

Betty smiled warmly at Annabeth.  “Hi.  Your friend already called me.  I wish we had more cakes left.”  Betty pointed to the nearly empty display case.  There were two small cakes, one frosted in pink, one chocolate.

“These will be great,” said Annabeth, smiling courteously.

Betty went about boxing the cakes while Annabeth fished in her purse.  She retrieved her credit card and handed it to Betty, who ran it through the machine.  “That’s odd,” murmured Betty, who then swiped the card again.  She picked up the phone and started speaking, then turned toward Annabeth, “They say this card has been canceled.  Did you bring the wrong one?”

Annabeth blanched.  “My goodness,” she exclaimed, “There must be some mistake.”  She looked in her purse for her checkbook, but she had left it at home.  In her wallet were two five dollar bills, which she pulled out.  “This is all the cash I have with me.”

“Listen I understand about these credit card mix ups.  Why don’t you stop by on Monday with the cash.”

Annabeth smiled at Betty.  “Oh thank you.  I’m already late now.”

“No problem.”  Betty handed the two boxes to Annabeth and followed her to the door, placing the
closed
sign on it and locking it behind Annabeth.

Not wanting to take any chances with these cakes, Annabeth walked to the kitchen to deposit them in her refrigerator, despite the fact that she knew there was no cream in them to melt.  “What’s this?” she said softly to herself, removing a note held to the door with a magnet.

Sorry I missed you,
it read in Julie’s handwriting.
  I needed you to take a seam in that black dress you made for me, but I guess it can wait.  I borrowed those gray palazzo pants from your closet for tonight.  See you at the party.

Julie had borrowed her new silk slacks.  Annabeth dashed up the stairs, wondering what she would wear to the party.  She flipped through the clothes in her closet.  There was nothing special enough.  Annabeth shook her head, which was still pounding, and she slumped down onto the bed.  She sat there silently, trying to banish from her mind the thousand thoughts that were overwhelming her.  Finally she rose, walked into the bathroom, downed two aspirins with some water and then reached into the closet for one of her cotton skirts.  She thought of wearing the gray silk top that belonged with the pants that Julie had borrowed, but she knew it would look odd, so instead she settled on one of her soft knit tops.  She looked in the mirror and sighed, shaking her head.  There lay her pretty dress on the sewing machine.  She held it up briefly.  No, it was unlikely it could be cleaned.  All her plans for this party….  At least now nothing else could go wrong.

Mother Welner was the first one to spot her as she walked in Maggie’s door.  “Do you ever take off that uniform, Annabeth?” she asked. 

Laurel
, having arrived late and gone directly to Maggie’s, walked over to her  rescue, steering Annabeth away from R.J.’s mother.  “Mom!  What happened to your pink dress?”

“The car exploded all over it.  I’m ready to lose my mind.”

“Why did you let Julie borrow your new slacks then?”

“She took them while I was out.  She didn’t know I needed them. Is your father here yet?”

“Nope.”

Annabeth looked at her daughter.  “Don’t you look beautiful.”  She stopped to give
Laurel
a hug, an act that calmed her.  They walked about the room together, stopping to talk to family members and old school chums that
Laurel
hadn’t seen in a while, then Annabeth went to help Maggie with the food.  The party continued for a couple of hours, people laughing and chatting, balancing plates of excellent food on their knees, while others rose and offered toasts to the smiling couple.

It was nearly eleven when R.J. Welner entered the room, his arm around a young girl who was easily a head taller than himself.  She wore a tight-fitting, low-cut black vinyl dress that would not have been suitable for any event held in Gull’s Perch, let alone an engagement party.  Her hair, bleached an even brassier shade of blonde than it had been when Annabeth first saw her, was piled high on her head, and adorned on each side with rhinestone clips.  She wore heels so high that each step required careful concentration, and because the skirt was so tight, she could move only a few millimeters at a time.  Sally took one look at her father’s companion, held her hand to her mouth and raced for the downstairs bathroom.

“Where’s my little girl?” asked R.J. loudly, first shaking
Jackson
’s hand.  “
Jackson
, this is Linna—isn’t that cute—short for Linda.” 

“Hello,” said
Jackson
politely.

“Nice to meet you,” said Linna in a soft, little girl voice.  She looked around appraisingly, “Nice house you have here.  I love these old houses.”

“Thanks,” said
Jackson
, peering down her neckline.

“You look familiar to me.  Do I know you?  I used to tend bar at the Rusty Lantern.”

“Don’t think so.”

Linna continued her conversation with
Jackson
as Sally approached, prompting R.J. to walk toward his daughter, reaching his arms out for a hug, which Sally granted stiffly.  “You brought a—” and here Sally paused for a long time before continuing her thought “a—a—
date
—to my engagement party.  How could you!”  Sally once again held her hand to her mouth and dashed toward the bathroom.

Linna was enjoying herself immensely as she regaled several of the men with barroom jokes.  One by one, their wives came over, standing by their men in a protective manner that was quite clear in its intent.  “Buzz, could you get me a drink,” she called to R.J., who was walking back toward her.

Annabeth watched this scene from the corner of the room, her stomach churning.  R.J. hadn’t said a word to her and had brought this girl to the party.  All the hopes she’d had about a reconciliation, about wooing him back, and then he pulls a stunt like this.  How could she ever forgive him now?

“Are you feeling all right?” asked Maggie.  “My stomach is upset.”  She rushed off then, up the stairs toward her private bathroom. 

“You know, I feel odd too,” commented Julie, holding her hand over her mouth and walking swiftly toward the bathroom where Sally was once again throwing up.

Annabeth walked toward her husband.  She wanted to shout at him, to eject him and his companion from the party, but instead controlled the anger that was rising from her knotted stomach and said,  “There’s something wrong with my credit card, and the car broke down today.  It needs major repairs.”

“I’ll stop by tomorrow and we’ll go over it all,” he said calmly, then filled a glass with some wine and walked back toward Linna.

Annabeth looked around the room.  Everyone would be thinking the worst about R.J. and about her.  It was humiliating.   She spotted her father and walked over to where he and Ginger were standing.  They both looked a bit green.

“Are you all right?” she asked, momentarily forgetting her own problems.

“No, I feel awful,” answered Ginger.  “Something I ate,” she continued, pressing her hand to her stomach and cringing.

“I think we’d better head on home,” said Will. “Thank Maggie for us.”

In a matter of minutes the room was cleared, the weary and nauseated guests praying they would arrive at their homes in time to lock themselves in the privacy of their own bathrooms.

Annabeth remained, along with
Laurel
, Sally, who was now recovered, although looking quite pale,
Jackson
, Maggie and Hugh.

“That damn Jambalaya nearly killed us all,” said Maggie sharply. “The shrimp must have turned.  Or the sausage.  Did it taste odd to you?”

“I didn’t eat at all,” commented Annabeth.  “Gosh, Maggie, I’m really sorry.”

Maggie looked at her with annoyance.

“Um, I have something to say,” interjected Sally. 
Jackson
reached his hand to cover hers, as she continued, but she removed her hand from beneath his.  “Maybe we
are
too young.  I’m sorry
Jackson
, but I don’t think we should get married now.  I think I should go back home to Mom for a while.”

All eyes turned toward her.

“What?” said
Jackson
. 

“You’re kidding, right?” said Maggie, glaring at Annabeth.

“My goodness!” exclaimed Annabeth.

“What’s the hurry?” said
Laurel
as
Jackson
scowled at her.

“Why don’t we go in the other room to let the kids work this through on their own,” said Hugh.

“Jackson and I can talk alone tomorrow.  Tonight I just want to go home to my own room and get some sleep,” said Sally.

“Let me help Maggie clean up a bit first,” said Annabeth.

“No need to bother,” answered Maggie coldly.  Annabeth reached to hug her friend, who was wooden and unyielding, and then glared at Annabeth as she walked through the door behind her daughters.

On Sunday morning Annabeth sat with her daughters at the kitchen table, all three of them gloomy in the aftermath of the party.  R.J. had said he’d drop by sometime and Annabeth was nervous. 

“Oh, Mom,” Sally wailed.  “Daddy with that trampy girl last night.  What was he thinking?”