withdrew.
Myra Schwarz waited in martyred patience for Stanley to rejoin them. 'It must have been pretty important for the rabbi to call you away,' she remarked acidly.
'Oh, I was just coming down to shift the ladder anyway. He wanted me to keep an eye out for some books he's expecting.'
'Very important,' she said sarcastically. 'His Holiness might be in for a little surprise one of these days.'
'Oh, I don't think he saw us here when he first came in,' said Emmy Adler.
'I don't see how he could help seeing us,' said Mrs. Drettman. Addressing herself to Myra, she went on, 'You know, about what you were saying. My Morrie is a board of director, and only yesterday he got a call from Mr. Becker to make sure and turn up for this special meeting-'
Mrs. Schwarz gestured in the direction of Mrs. Adler. 'That's supposed to be kept quiet,' she whispered.
5
Although she was off at noon, Elspeth rarely managed to leave the Seraflno household much before one. Mrs. Seraflno made such a fuss about feeding the children their lunch-calling from the kitchen: 'Oh El, where did you put Angelina's dish, the one with the three bears?' or 'El, could you spare a minute before the bus leaves to put Johnnie on the toidy?'-that she usually preferred to do it herself and take the one o'clock bus or even the one- thirty.
Today in particular she didn't care, since her appointment was not until four. The day was hot and humid and she wanted to feel fresh and cool against the intimacy of the doctor's examination. She would have preferred to wait until three before leaving, but then her mistress might ask questions.
She was giving the children their lunch when Mrs. Seraflno came downstairs. 'Oh, you've started already,' she said. 'There was no need to. I'll finish and you can get dressed.'
'They're almost through, Mrs. Serafino. Why don't you have your breakfast.'
'Well, if you don't mind. I'm dying for a cup of coffee.'
Mrs. Serafino was not one to turn down a favor, not was she effusive in her thanks to the girl. It might give her ideas. When Elspeth had finished feeding the children, Mrs. Serafino was still at her coffee and made no move when she took them upstairs.
Preparing the children for their nap was as much of a chore as giving them lunch. When Elspeth finally came downstairs, Mrs. Serafino was in the hallway, talking on the telephone. She paused long enough to cup her hand over the mouthpiece. 'Oh El, are the children already in bed? I was just coming up to do it.' Just that, and back to her conversation.
Elspeth went to her room off the kitchen, closed the door, and firmly pushed the sliding bolt. She flung herself face down on the bed and automatically turned on the radio on the night table. She listened, only half-hearing, to the cheery voice of the announcer, '-and that was Bert Burns, the latest hillbilly sensation singing, 'Cornliquor Blues.' And now some news about the weather. That low-pressure area we mentioned earlier is moving closer and that means that we'll probably get some clouds and fog in the evening and maybe some showers. Well, I guess into every life some rain must fall, ha-ha. And now, for Mrs. Eisenstadt of 24 West Street, Salem, who is celebrating her eighty-third birthday, the Happy Hooligans in their latest platter, Trash Collection Rock.' And a happy birthday to you, Mrs. Eisenstadt.'
She half-dozed through the song and then rolled over and stared at the ceiling through the one that followed, rebelling at the idea of having to get dressed in that humid warmth. Finally she got heavily to her feet and wiggled her dress over her head. She reached around behind and unhooked her bra and then unzipped her girdle and worked it down over her hips, not bothering to detach the stockings. She tossed the undergarments into the bottom drawer of her dresser and hung the dress in her closet.
Beyond the door, in the kitchen, she could hear that Mr. Serafino had come downstairs and was heating up the coffee and getting orange juice out of the refrigerator. She glanced at the bolted door and then, reassured, went into the tiny bathroom and adjusted the shower.
When she emerged from her room half an hour later, she was wearing a sleeveless yellow linen dress, white shoes, white gloves, and carrying a white plastic handbag. Her short hair had been combed back severely and was held in place by a white elastic headband. Mr. Serafino had left, but his wife was in the kitchen, still in housecoat and mules, sipping at another cup of coffee.
'You look very nice, El,' she said. 'Something special tonight?'
'No, just a movie.'
'Well, have a good time. You've got your key?'
The girl opened her bag to show the key attached to the zipper-pull of the change purse inside. Returning to her room, she closed the door behind her, went down a short hallway, and let herself out by the back door. She reached the corner just as the bus came along, and took a seat in the rear by an open window. As the bus started moving she removed her gloves and searched in her bag until she found a heavy, old-fashioned gold wedding band. She slid it on her finger and then drew her gloves on again.
When Joe Serafino returned to the kitchen, he was shaved and dressed.
'Has the girl gone yet?' he asked.
'You mean Elspeth? Yeah, she left a few minutes ago. Why?'
'I thought if she was going to Lynn, I could give her a ride in.'
'Since when are you going to Lynn?'
'I've got to take the car in to the garage. The gadget that controls the top needs adjusting. The other day it got stuck in a rainstorm and went up only halfway and I got soaked.'
'How come you waited until today to have it fixed?'
'I guess the weather has been so good I didn't think of it,' he answered easily. 'But I just heard the weather report while I was shaving and it said possible showers. Say, why the third degree?'
'No third degree. Can't a person ask a simple question? What time are you coming home, or maybe I shouldn't ask that either.'
'Sure, go ahead and ask.'
'Well?'
'I don't know-maybe I'll stay in Lynn and just grab a bite at the club.' He sounded angry as he flung out of the room.
She heard the front door open and slam closed, and then the sound of the motor starting. She stared at the door of Elspeth's room and thought hard. Why should her husband, who usually acted as though he did not know the girl existed, suddenly want to be so obliging? For that matter, why did he get shaved at this hour? Ordinarily he waited until just before going to the club. His beard was so heavy that if he shaved earlier it showed before the evening was over.
The more she thought about it, the more suspicious the whole business seemed. Why, for example, did the girl hang around today? Her day off started at noon- why did she offer to feed the kids and then put them to bed? Nobody asked her to. No other girl would do it on her day off. She hadn't left until almost half-past two. Had she been waiting for Joe?
And that business of bolting the door. Up to now it had always amused her; whenever they had company and the conversation got around to maids, as it usually did, she would mention it. 'Elspeth always bolts her door. I wonder if she thinks my Joe might come in while she's in bed or getting dressed.' She always laughed when she said it as though the idea of her husband's being interested in the maid was completely ridiculous. But now she wondered if it was ridiculous. Could Elspeth be bolting it against her rather than against Joe? You could enter that room through the back way. Did Joe occasionally come in from the back, knowing that the door to the kitchen was bolted and they wouldn't be interrupted by his wife?
Another thought occurred to her. Although the girl had been with them over three months, she seemed to have no friends. All the other girls had dates on their days off. Why didn't she? Her only friend was that big horse of a girl, Celia, who worked for the Hoskins.
Could the reason Elspeth had no dates be that she was making beautiful music with her Joe?
