The Class Menagerie

other drab outfits. She had a rolled bandanna around her hair and was wearing a little makeup. It was a clear improvement over her usual appearance. From the proprietary way Pooky was watching her, Jane deduced that Pooky had been responsible for the change.

When they reached the park, the picnic was already

under way. Trey Moffat, the class president, must have been possessed of the same strength of personality as Shelley, because there was a cheerful mood to the gathering in spite of everything. He'd put the men in charge of the cooking at three separate stone fireplaces. The women were scattering around the picnic tables, setting out paper plates and plastic silverware. Jane estimated that he'd managed to coerce nearly seventy or eighty people to attend, not including the children.

'Jane, you're staying, aren't you?' Pooky said as she got out of the car.

'Oh, I don't think so. I'm not needed.' She was tempted, though. It had rained overnight, just enough to make everything look clean and fresh. There was a real tang of fall in the air.

'But that's why you ought to stay. You won't have any jobs and there are quite a few single men.'

Jane spotted one as Pooky was speaking. Mel was standing by the nearest fireplace, talking to a pudgy, cheerful-looking guy with a fat baby perched on his hip. 'Maybe just for a while,' Jane said.

The park had originally been a farm. About the time Jane moved into the neighborhood the land, which had been neglected for many years, was acquired by the town and tons of soil brought in and landscaped into pretty rolling hills. Just last year the old homestead building had been renovated into a little historical exhibit. It was only one large room, but partitions with pictures and maps had been put in to divide it up. It nestled cozily at the top of a hill in the midst of a grove of oaks underplanted with old rhododendron hedge. Jane had been inside only once and always meant to get back, but hadn't.

Mel met her as she strolled up the hill toward the

visitor center. 'I didn't know you had to be here today,' she said.

'Still asking questions. Getting nowhere,' he added. 'Jane, I'm sorry about last night—'

'You've already apologized and I've told you I didn't mind. You didn't even snore. The way I see it, a man who can fall asleep in the presence of Jean Harlow, let alone me, is really tired and deserves a nap.'

'Jane, let's go someplace.'

'Now? Where?'

'No, when this is over. Anyplace. Just us. There's a nice resort in Wisconsin I've heard about.'

Jane stopped in her tracks, trying not to act gauche and stunned. They'd never even made love and he was inviting her for a weekend. The first thing that almost popped out of her mouth was, 'But what would my kids think!' but she stopped the words before they escaped.

'Uh — interesting idea. Maybe—' A thousand thoughts were flying around in her head. Stretch marks, she thought, panicked. Decent lingerie. Suzie can help with mat. Farm out Todd; have to trust Katie and Mike to stay alone without killing each other. Who pays? she wondered. And what would she say to the children if she went?

While she'd often been uncomfortable with the fact that she was a few years older than Mel, right now she felt like a child. Which she was as far as contemporary social customs were concerned. She'd married young and inexperienced and the world had changed radically before she was widowed. In a way, she was locked into another era, trying to pretend she was part of this one.

'They say there's great fishing and sailing up there,'

Mel was going on. 'Peace and quiet and no traffic. How about it?'

'How about getting through the picnic first, and then talking about it?' she said, seeing Shelley approaching.

'Have I offended you?' he. asked.

She smiled. 'Not at all.' Just jerked me forward a couple of decades, she thought.

'Hi, Mel,' Shelley said. 'I want to drag Jane off to meet some people. Do you mind?'

'What were you two talking about? And why are you blushing?' Shelley said as she dragged Jane farther up the hill to a group of people.

'Later—' Jane replied.

She was introduced to a number of people, whose names went right past her. Her mind was already in Wisconsin.

With Mel.

At a resort.

Without children.

Romantic moonlit nights, perhaps some soft music in the background. Loons making their eerie sounds over the still water. The fresh pine-scented air brushing her bare shoulders…

Then a dreadful thought crashed this happy reverie. Thelma. Her mother-in-law had been disappointed that Jane hadn't actually constructed a funeral pyre for Steve and thrown herself on it. At least, she'd expected it emotionally, if not physically. Thelma hadn't known that Steve had been leaving Jane for another woman when his car slid on the ice and went into the guardrail. And it probably wouldn't have mattered to her. She still would have expected Jane to grieve for him in virtuous solitude the rest of her life.

'Jane!' Shelley pinched her arm. 'I want to introduce you to Trey Moffat. You've heard me talk about him.'

'Oh, Trey. How nice to meet you,' Jane said, rubbing her arm where Shelley had pinched. 'You've done a wonderful job organizing.'

This was the man Mel had been talking to when Jane first arrived at the picnic. 'And you've done a great job helping Shelley, I hear.'

As they were speaking, Jane noticed Crispy walking by behind Trey. She was walking slowly, head bent, frowning. That was odd. She hardly looked like herself in such deep repose.

'Would you excuse me for just a second…?' Jane asked and hurried to approach Crispy before she was swallowed by another group of classmates.

'What's up, Crispy?' she asked bluntly.

Her face was pale, and she.looked downright haggard. 'Oh, Jane. I've figured something out. It's awful. So awful. But it explains almost everything. It was all in the notebook and I just didn't understand—'

'Lila's notebook? The one that disappeared.'

'Oh, Jane. You didn't buy that, did you? I didn't leave it where anybody could pick it up.'

'You still have it? Why on earth—'

'Ladies, the hot dogs are done to perfection!' Trey Moffat said, catching up with them. 'Best in the world. Come along!' He hustled them back down the slope.

'Wait! There's something Crispy and I have to sort out,' Jane said.

'It will wait,' Crispy said. She glanced at her watch. 'Two o'clock. Behind that little house up on the hill,' she said. Jane could barely hear her for Trey's blustering about the magnificent job of cooking his group of men had done.

Jane found herself being handed a plate and shoved into a line of people taking potato salad and baked beans. She lost sight of Crispy for a moment, then spotted her talking to Avalon. She still looked preoccupied and sad. Or maybe the expression was anger. Jane glanced around for Mel, thinking she really should report her brief conversation with Crispy to him at the first opportunity, but he wasn't anywhere in sight.

As she sat down with her plate, one of the kids winged a Frisbee down the middle of the table, sending catsup, mustard, and assorted other condiments flying. There were a few minutes of chaos as a result and by the time the miscreant had been caught and sternly admonished and the catsup had been mopped off Jane's blouse, Crispy had disappeared.

Jane abandoned her plate. Shelley was the only familiar face near her now. Jane wriggled through the crowd still surrounding the food table and made her way to where her friend was sitting. 'Shelley, have you seen Crispy?'

Shelley caught the alarm in Jane's voice. 'She was here a minute ago. I don't know where—'