“I suppose,” Renie replied, breaking up more crackers. “I don’t think she’s made more than two or three

movies before this.”

When the cousins had finished their meal and paid

the bill, Ben and Ellie were still head-to-head. Ben was

on his third vodka, though Ellie had barely touched her

wine. Unnoticed, Judith and Renie left T. S. McSnort’s

and headed back to Hillside Manor.

Joe met them in the driveway. “Nobody’s home except that writer, Costello. I tried to tell him about your

mother’s mistake, but he blew me off. I still think that

it serves them right. A grand for a bunch of mushrooms. Sheesh.”

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81

“I know.” Judith started for the back door with

Renie behind her.

“Do you need some help?” Joe called after them.

“Not yet,” Judith replied. “You and Bill and Carl

Rankers will be waiters at the midnight supper, remember?”

Joe looked amused. “I remember. I’m dressing as a

choirboy.”

“So you are.” Judith sighed. “I’m dressing as a

Roman slave. It fits my role to a T. Oh,” she added as

an afterthought, “you’ll have to pick up the costumes

from Arlecchino’s before four.” Keeping it brief, she

explained the damage that had been done to Angela’s

Scarlett O’Hara outfit.

“Sabotage?” Joe said. “What’s with this bunch?”

“Jealousy, hatred, malice, hostility,” Renie put in.

“All the usual Hollywood emotions.”

Joe shrugged. “I’m glad I never wanted to be a

movie star. Being a cop seems like a breeze by comparison. Perps aren’t nearly as vicious as people in the

movie business. Though,” he continued in a musing

tone, “I suppose a cop’s life is always interesting to

filmmakers.”

Judith scowled at Joe. “What are you thinking of?”

Joe gave Judith an innocent look. “Nothing. Not

really.”

“Good,” said Judith, and went into the house.

For the next hour the cousins worked in the kitchen,

preparing the supper dishes that could be made ahead.

Joe finally came in from the garage around three. He

was carrying a battered FedEx package.

“The deliveryman just brought this,” he said. “Shall I?”

82

Mary Daheim

“Go ahead, open it,” Judith replied, wiping her

hands off on a towel. “It must be more exotic items for

tonight, though I thought we already had everything on

hand.”

“Whatever it is, it’s marked perishable,” Joe said,

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