An’gel knew that mulish expression all too well. There was no point in further argument. “Good night, again.”
Back in her room, door once again locked, An’gel got comfortable in bed. She decided she was not going to worry about the cat, nor about Rosabelle and her family and their assorted troubles. She decided for once to take the advice of the South’s most notorious belle. After all, tomorrow is another day.
CHAPTER 15
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the overcast skies promised rain. Ordinarily Dickce enjoyed such days, so long as the storm wasn’t violent. Today, however, she didn’t relish being cooped up inside with Rosabelle and her family during a downpour. At least a good rain might break the oppressive heat for a while. That thought cheered her slightly as she finished setting the table for breakfast.
Dickce checked her watch. Quarter to eight. Their guests would start turning up any minute. She scanned the room. The orange juice and coffee carafes were on the sideboard, and Clementine and Antoinette ought to be bringing in the large chafing dishes with scrambled eggs, sausages, and biscuits any minute now. An’gel had prepared a small platter with grapes, pineapple, sliced apples, and two kinds of cheese for those who wanted a lighter repast.
“Surely that will be enough,” Dickce said.
“Beg your pardon?”
Startled, Dickce turned toward the door, where Junior Pittman stood, his expression puzzled.
Dickce laughed. “Sorry, talking to myself. Bad habit.” She waved a hand toward the table and the sideboard. “Please help yourself to coffee and orange juice. The hot food will be here in a few minutes, I’m sure.”
“Thank you.” Junior headed straight for the coffee. “I’ve been dying for caffeine.”
Dickce smiled at that. “I hope you found your bed comfortable.”
“I sure did.” Junior stirred cream and sugar into his mug. “I was pretty much tapped out last night, and I think I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.”
“Good. Was Benjy up when you left to come over here?” Dickce had thought a lot about the bereft young man before she was finally able to sleep.
“He was taking a shower,” Junior replied. “Ought to be here soon. Said he was hungry.” He sipped his coffee.
“Miss Dickce, Miss An’gel wants you in the kitchen.”
Dickce turned to see Clementine wheeling in the serving cart, followed by her granddaughter Antoinette carrying the fruit and cheese tray. Once the two women were clear of the doorway, Dickce headed out. What did An’gel want now? Dickce had already polished the dining room table and the sideboard, before setting them up for the meal, at her sister’s insistence. You’d think we were entertaining the Queen of England, Dickce thought grumpily.
When she walked into the kitchen, she found An’gel chatting with Benjy. Diesel sat beside the young man, his eyes focused on Benjy.
An’gel looked up. “This young man was asking for you.” Diesel warbled in agreement.
“Good morning, Benjy. You, too, Diesel.” Dickce smiled. She was pleased to see that Benjy looked clean and rested this morning. He wore pants with no holes in them and a tucked-in button-down shirt. Diesel looked just fine, too. Spending the night with Benjy in the garage apartment didn’t seem to have done him any harm.
“Good morning, Miss Dickce,” he said. He glanced sideways at An’gel. Dickce got the impression he wasn’t keen to talk in front of the elder Miss Ducote.
Diesel chose that moment to head to the butler’s pantry, where Clementine had put down a water bowl, a litter box, and a bowl of dry food. A few seconds later Dickce could hear him crunching away.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Benjy?” Dickce asked. She stared hard at her sister, and An’gel appeared to realize what Dickce wanted, made her excuses, and left the kitchen.
Benjy waited until An’gel was gone before he spoke. “I was wondering if it would be okay for me to eat in here. I don’t really feel like dealing with the Wart and his family right now.”
“If that’s what you’d prefer,” Dickce said, “then of course you can.” She paused. “You’re going to have to face them all at some point, though.”
He shrugged. “I wish I could hit the road right now and get away from all of them. They didn’t like my mom, and they don’t want me hanging around.”
“I know it’s difficult for you because you don’t think of them as family,” Dickce said. “But I like you, and so does An’gel.” She hoped the latter statement sounded convincing, because she actually wasn’t sure of her sister’s attitude toward Benjy. “We want you to stay. Besides, don’t you want to be here to find out who is responsible for what happened?”
Benjy looked away. He didn’t appear convinced by her words.
Dickce decided to press a little harder. “An’gel and I want to see this figured out so the person who harmed your mother won’t be able to harm anyone else. With the exception of Rosabelle, whom we haven’t seen in probably twenty years, we don’t know any of those people. You do, however, and you could help us with your knowledge of them so we’ll know the right questions to ask.”
“Isn’t that the sheriff lady’s job?” Benjy regarded her with obvious skepticism.
“It is,” Dickce said. “But Deputy Berry can’t be here every moment. I think the others are likely to talk more freely to An’gel and me than they are to the deputy. We might be able to find out important information that could help solve this.” She paused. If that wasn’t enough to persuade him, she didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t think his trying to isolate himself was a good idea.
Clementine and Antoinette returned, and the housekeeper said, “Don’t be letting that food get cold, Miss Dickce. Y’all go in there and have something to eat.” She glanced around. “Where’s the kitty?”
As if on cue, Diesel padded back into the kitchen and meowed loudly three times. Antoinette laughed as he came up to her and rubbed his head against her jeans-clad leg. “Gram, he’s answering you.”
“He sure does like to talk,” Clementine said. “He can stay in here while y’all finish breakfast.” She glanced pointedly toward the door.
“Thank you,” Dickce said. “I am hungry, now that I think about it. How about you, Benjy? Will you join me in the dining room?”
Benjy hesitated a moment before nodding. He followed when Dickce left the room.
Rosabelle and her family were at the table. Dickce wasn’t sure whether she was ready to have them all in the room at the same time, but at the moment they appeared to be concentrating on their food.
Juanita, seated next to Rosabelle on An’gel’s left, looked up when Dickce and Benjy entered. She pushed back her chair and came around to Benjy. She put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “How are you doing?”
Dickce watched the interaction between the two, trying not to be too obvious about it, while she began to load her plate. She saw Benjy shrug.
“I really am sorry about your mother,” Juanita said softly. “If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”
Benjy nodded, and Dickce heard him say “thank you,” though his voice was hardly above a whisper.
Dickce wondered whether she should have let the boy remain in the kitchen to eat as he had asked. Perhaps she shouldn’t have urged him to join everyone in the dining room. Accepting sympathy could cause emotions to well up, she knew from past experience.
No one besides Juanita, however, made any approach to Benjy. After the girl resumed her seat, Benjy came over to the sideboard and picked up a plate. He stared for a moment at the eggs but then added two large spoonfuls to his plate, followed by three sausages and three biscuits.