Quilt As You Go

'Not yet. I saw Darcy at the coffee shop this morning and asked if she's heard anything, and after giving her usual criminalist disclaimers she said Gerald's cause of death is still listed as unknown. She says they won't come after Mavis until there's an official declaration of homicide, but she said everyone's working on the assumption that the status will be changed at any moment.'

'It's unfortunate Mavis had to go babysit. Otherwise, she would have been in the booth before the final battle and there wouldn't be any question.'

'It's more than unfortunate. After Mavis left last night, Connie pointed out that her sudden absence just makes her look even guiltier.'

'The killer couldn't have planned it better,” Harriet said.

'Do you need help getting ready?'

'No, I'm allowed to take this contraption off to shower.” They agreed to meet in the kitchen in thirty minutes.

'Come on, Fred,” Beth said. “She's not going to do you much good when it comes to opening your food can.'

Aunt Beth had made Harriet a breakfast burrito using some leftover eggs from the previous night by the time she came downstairs and into the kitchen. “Here, you can eat this on the way,” she said and handed it to her.

Beth picked up both of their purses and led the way to her car, holding Harriet's and then putting it by her niece's feet, once she was seated, before taking the driver's seat herself.

'We're hoping to keep this event low-key,” she said.

'Have the police said when they're releasing Gerald's body?'

'They were expecting to release him today, and I've got Lyon 's Funeral Home on standby to pick him up.'

'Sounds like you've got things under control,” Harriet said and busied herself adjusting the straps on her sling.

Aunt Beth drove down the hill and through the downtown area, and then turned toward the strait. The majority of Foggy Point churches were within a one-mile stretch along the top arch of the Foggy Point peninsula. When pirate Cornelius Fogg founded the town, he had decided that, in order to attract respectable people, he needed churches. He gave free land and the money to build a church on it to the first five people who agreed to establish a congregation in Foggy Point. In later years, as the peninsula became more settled, it had become tradition for new churches to build along the arch.

Aunt Beth drove past the Unitarian church and pulled into the Methodist parking lot. The building had a single spire that rose two stories above the roof and terminated in a large cross. A black Volvo station wagon was in the spot closest to the church office, located in a wing that had been added in recent years as Foggy Point's Methodist population had grown.

Aunt Beth parked one space over and helped Harriet out. The door into the reception area was propped open to let the cool breeze in.

Harriet entered and heard the muffled sound of voices coming from an inner office. She cleared her throat and shuffled her feet, making just enough noise to let the speakers know someone was within earshot of their conversation.

A door squeaked open, and Pastor Mike Hafer came out, closing his office door behind him.

'Beth,” he said, and clasped Aunt Beth's hand. “And Harriet.” With a nod in her direction. “We're glad you've come back to us.” He gestured toward a small conference room that opened off the reception area. “We have a bit of a situation. Here, come sit down so we can figure this out.'

Harriet and Aunt Beth looked at each other then went into the room he indicated.

'Can I get you some water? Or lemonade?'

'What's going on, Mike?” Aunt Beth asked.

Mike Hafer stroked his dark, neatly trimmed beard. “As you know, this is a rather strange situation, what with Mr. Willis having apparently died nearly twenty years ago, only to return and die again two days ago.'

So what? Is there a double jeopardy rule regarding funerals? Harriet wondered. Didn't presidents have multiple events?

Pastor Hafer picked up a pitcher of water from a credenza at the back of the room and poured water into three glasses. He set a glass in front of Harriet and Aunt Beth then took a long drink from his. It was pretty clear he was preparing them for something.

'There is a woman sitting in my office right now who says she is Gerald's wife. She came to me to make arrangements for a memorial service.'

'How do you know she's his wife?” Harriet asked.

'I didn't ask to see her marriage certificate, if that's what you're asking,” Mike said. “But why would a stranger walk in off the street and want to put on a funeral for someone they weren't related to in some way? Think about it.'

'I hadn't even thought about this possibility,” Aunt Beth said. “When I saw him lying there on the ground, I just assumed that since Mavis hadn't remarried Gerald hadn't either, but twenty years is a long time.'

'We need to talk to her,” Harriet said.

'Do you want to think about it first?” Mike looked from her to Aunt Beth and back. “I think she's going to be surprised to learn Gerald had a family in Foggy Point.'

'Not that her,” Harriet said. “Mavis. She needs to be here for this.'

'Oh, honey, do you think?” Aunt Beth said.

'She's right,” Mike said. “She needs to hear this first hand, and it might help both parties to meet here.” He went into his office to sell the plan to Gerald's alleged wife while Beth went back to her car to get her cell phone and call Mavis.

'She'll be here in a few minutes,” she said when she rang off. “I didn't want her stressed out while she was driving, so I didn't tell her what was going on, just that a complication had developed and we needed her here.'

'Should we call Connie?” Harriet asked.

'Not yet. Let's wait and see if we need her.'

Aunt Beth took the opportunity to use the restroom, and Harriet went outside and paced in the parking lot. Mavis arrived in less than ten minutes.

'What's going on, honey?” she asked as she got out of her car, dropping her keys into her purse and hoisting the strap onto her shoulder in one fluid move.

'We've had a curious development, but Pastor Mike needs to tell you about it,” Harriet said, feeling guilty for not telling her friend the news before she walked in on the other woman.

'Mavis,” Mike said as he came out to meet her. “How are you doing?'

'I'd be better if you-all would tell me what's going on.'

'Come in, I'd like to talk to you.” He opened the door and ushered her into the reception area. Harriet followed.

'Hi, Beth,” Mavis said. “I don't suppose you can tell me anything either.'

Beth gave her friend a weak smile. She started to follow when Mike let Mavis into his assistant's office.

'If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Mavis alone,” Mike said.

Harriet and Beth went back into their conference room but left the door open.

Aunt Beth only lasted five minutes before she got up again and went outside. Harriet looked out the open door and could see her aunt was talking on her cell phone. Probably updating the other Threads, she mused.

She was tearing small pieces off a napkin with her left hand and rolling them into tubes then attempting to make them into knots one-handed. She hadn't been successful yet when a slender blond woman who looked to be only slightly older than she was walked into the reception area.

'Excuse me,” the blonde said, and leaned into Harriet's room. “Do you know where the restrooms are?'

'Sure,” Harriet said. “I'll show you.” She led the woman down the short hallway that divided the office area. “I'm sorry for your loss,” she said.

'Thank you,” the woman said as tears welled in her eyes. She was older than Harriet had thought at first glance. She adjusted her guess upward to mid-fifties. “This is just such a shock.'

Harriet kept silent and tried to give what she hoped was an encouraging look.