Second, the frosted white shower curtain hung between me and my saber.
What if I needed it?
After worrying for a while, I slid open the shower curtain, bent over and picked up the saber. I brought it in with me. Then I shut the curtain again and set the sword on the bottom of the tub.
I couldn’t hear any better, of course, but now I had a weapon. That made things all right.
I went ahead with my shower, sudsing myself all over with a bar of soap, then shampooing my hair, always being careful where I put my feet.
Naturally, nobody came along and tried to attack me.
They never attack you when you’re ready for them.
How about if old Mother Bates had swept open the shower curtain and found Janet Leigh facing her with a cavalry saber! Would’ve changed the course of movie history.
Anyway, I was ready. But nobody came.
Just as well. I’d had a long night.
When I was done with the shower, I turned off the water and opened the curtain. Squatting down, I picked up the sword. Then I climbed out of the tub, set the sword aside and stepped over to the towel rod.
Two matching bath towels hung there. They both looked clean, but I could tell that they weren’t fresh from the laundry. I didn’t know which had been used by Serena, which by Charlie, so I just grabbed one and started drying myself with it. The towel was enormous, thick and soft. As I buried my face in it, I wondered who it had rubbed, and where. Not that it mattered much. I was just curious, that’s all. Either of them using it on any parts of themselves was fine with me, and nice to think about.
After drying myself, I dried the sword. I was very careful doing that, because I didn’t want to cut the towel.
Then I applied some of Serena’s roll-on deodorant to my underarms. I knew this was hers, not Charlie’s, because I recognized the scent.
I used Serena’s hairbrush. The mirror was fogged up, except near the bottom, so I had to squat very low in order to see my head in it. I gave my hair a quick brushing, then stood up again.
Finally, I put on Charlie’s silk robe and left the bathroom. Of course, I took along my sword and bag of goodies.
While I’d been in the tub, the sun had come up. Even with most of the curtains shut, the house was filled with grayish light.
In the laundry room, I took all my things out of the washing machine. I loaded them into the drier and started it. Then I went to the front door.
I opened it and walked to the edge of the stoop.
Morning was here, all right. The sun was still very low in the east. It spread brilliant, golden light across the lawn, making the dew sparkle. There didn’t seem to be any breeze at all. The warm, moist air smelled of flowers and grass. Birds twittered in the distance. I heard a woodpecker somewhere. Insects were humming and buzzing. It was as quiet and peaceful all around me as a forest glen.
It was lovely.
When I stepped down, the grass felt warm and wet under my bare feet. I wandered slowly, looking for bloodstains and pieces of Tony. I saw a few butterflies. And some bees. But nothing bad.
The lawn seemed fine.
I was about to take a closer look at the driveway, but heard the far off sound of a car engine. It sent a tremor through my stomach. I figured the car must be coming here. Quickly, I turned around and walked toward the front door.
The car sound grew louder.
Cops?
No way, I told myself. They couldn’t be after me. Not yet, anyway, and probably never.
What if it’s Serena and Charlie?
Maybe something had gone wrong with their trip. It hardly seemed likely. Anything was possible, though. People do return home unexpectedly.
I felt cold and sick inside with the idea that it might be them. I could probably hang up the sword and clear out the clothes drier in time, but what about Judy’s car in the garage?
I leaped onto the stoop, planting wet footprints on the concrete, and rushed to the front door.
The car sounded as if it had almost reached the driveway.
Brakes squeaked a bit.
I shoved open the door and ducked inside.
Before I had a chance to shut the door, though, I heard a familiar sound.
THWAP!
I’d rarely been outside at this time of the morning, but I’d sometimes heard such a sound coming through my windows above the garage.
It was the Chester Tribune smacking the pavement near the end of the driveway.
Standing in the doorway, I shook my head and smiled. I felt like a dope for being so scared.
After the sound of the car engine faded, I went to get the paper. On my way up the driveway, I looked again for evidence of Tony.
There was nothing.
The paper had landed on the pavement a few yards down from the top, so I didn’t need to go all the way to the road. I went the rest of the way to the top, anyhow, just to take a look around.
Everything seemed fine.
I walked back and forth on the road in front of the house, searching.
Satisfied that there was nothing to find, I returned to the driveway. On the way down, I picked up the newspaper. I peeled off its rubber band and unrolled it.
The headline read:
ALICE SOUGHT IN MURDER SPREE!
Just kidding.
I half expected it to say that, but it didn’t.
I don’t remember what the hell the headline was. It had nothing to do with me.
As I carried the Tribune down toward the house, though, it gave me an idea.
28
YVONNE
Until I’ve had a cup of hot, black coffee, I’m useless in the morning. And this qualified as morning, even though I’d never gone to bed.
Back inside the house, I tossed the Tribune onto the kitchen table and set to work making a pot of coffee. I knew right where to find everything. Before long, the cozy aroma of coffee filled the kitchen.
I had to wait for the pot to fill, though, so I sat at the table and looked through the newspaper. It didn’t contain a single story about anything I’d been involved with last night.
Nothing in the Obituary section, either.
None of which came as much of a surprise.
When the coffee was ready, I poured myself a mugful. I almost took it outside to drink it by the pool. That would’ve been nice on such an early, lovely morning. On my way to one of the back doors, though, I remembered what the prowler’d done. That changed my mind. So I returned to the kitchen table and looked at the newspaper again while I enjoyed my first mug of coffee.
I went straight to the movie ads. I like movies. Chester had a cineplex with six theaters. Not bad for such a worthless little town. Some good stuff was playing. I checked the times on a couple of them, and wondered about going to a movie today.
Why not? I deserved a treat, the way I’d toughed it out and taken care of so many problems.
One problem still needed to be dealt with, though.
Tony’s redial.
I now had a plan.
If it works, I thought, I’ll take in a movie afterward to celebrate.
When I went for a refill on my coffee, I checked the clock on the kitchen wall.
6:20.
I should probably wait until after 8:00 to try out my idea.