Minna stood between Aida and Karen, lost in thought.
'We're trapped with our lie,' said Minna. 'We've got to play being their wealthy, respectable aunts, and we have to give them the hospitality of our mansion. Let me think -' She thought further. Then she addressed Aida. 'First things first. Have Edmund immediately post a sign on the front door announcing that our restaurant is open for business. A
floor show will be provided for diners, but other services will be unavailable until further notice. The parlours themselves are closed for two weeks for remodelling. No men are to be permitted upstairs for the length of Cathleen and Bruce's stay.'
'But our girls?'
'They can remain as part of a restaurant floor show. Nothing more. Send two of them away on vacation and turn their bedrooms over to Cathleen and Bruce. Aida, you round up the girls at once and explain the situation. I want them to be sure there is not one word alluding to what they truly do here. They are dancers and singers entertaining supper guests – period. Do you have that straight? And get that sign on the front door.'
'Can I tell the girls they'll be paid?'
'We must pay them their usual income,' said Minna, 'no matter what the financial loss to ourselves. The main thing is to keep Cathleen and Bruce believing we are actually respected socialites and this is our fancy home. We'll tell them that we conduct a fashionable high-class restaurant to keep ourselves busy. Now off you go, at once. Gather the girls and tell them the truth and what we expect of them. I'll go down and greet Cathleen and Bruce.'
Aida darted to the door and raced away.
About to follow her from the room, Minna stopped, suddenly aware that Karen was in the boudoir. 'You heard it all, Karen, so you know what's going on. I know you expected your first customer to come to you in a little while. I'm sorry, but no man tonight or any night for two weeks. Get dressed, and come downstairs and join the other girls while Aida organizes you into some semblance of a floor show.' She held the doorknob. 'I am sorry about this turn of events, Karen. Even though you're new, you'll be well paid. You'll be better paid later. But for now, keep your chin up – and your bloomers too.'
FIVE
When Minna came down the stairs to the foyer, she saw the two of them waiting, suitcases beside them. Minna had not seen the pair since they were children, but she knew at once that these grown-ups were her niece and nephew, Cathleen and Bruce Lester.
Approaching them, Minna saw that Cathleen looked as she herself had looked not many years ago. The girl was no taller than herself- meaning Cathleen was small, with blonde hair, luminous eyes, and a button nose set nicely in an innocent, smooth face. She was small-bosomed, slender, composed, not more than nineteen years old. The boy was older, probably twenty-two, with a shock of chestnut hair, brown eyes, pug nose, and a square jaw. He was quite tall, maybe six feet, and trim but obviously muscular.
'Cathleen!' Minna called out.
The girl smiled nervously.
Minna went straight to her and hugged her. 'I'm your Aunt Minna. How wonderful to see you at last and to have you in our home.'
Disengaging herself from Cathleen, Minna moved to her nephew and embraced him too. 'Bruce, you've grown – I don't know how many feet – since I last saw you in Louisville. Welcome to Lester House.'
'It's hospitable of you to have us in,' said Bruce.
'And what a joy for us. Now, you two, come along with me,' said Minna, taking each by a hand. 'Don't worry about your bags. I'll have a servant take them to your rooms, but first we'll have a little talk in the parlour. I want to get better acquainted with both of you.'
Minna led them into the Gold Room, which Minna described as her favourite parlour, and one that she had decorated entirely by herself.
Entering the dazzling room, Cathleen held back for a moment, stunned by the glitter. 'It's – it's magnificent,' she whispered. 'That gold piano. I've never seen another like it.'
'I had it made in Paris some years ago,' said Minna.
Bruce went into the room more easily, less stunned than curious. 'Forgive me, Aunt Minna. Father told me you lived well, but I expected nothing like this.'
'I wish your father could see our place for himself,' said Minna, 'but he's never been to Chicago in all the time we've lived here.'
'You know he's not been ambulatory since his stroke,' said Bruce. 'Besides, he couldn't afford the trip.'
'Well, I intend to rectify that in the near future,' said Minna, leading the pair to a gold sofa. 'Do sit down, and let me sit where I can face both of you.'
After the two were seated, Minna settled easily across from them and resumed talking.
'We've been expecting you,' said Minna, 'because Charles wrote some time ago that Cathleen was coming to Chicago to be married, and that you, Bruce, would chaperon her. I know that your father would like us to look after you and stand beside Cathleen at the wedding. Frankly, I did not know he wanted the two of you to stay with us instead of in a hotel. Aida and I are delighted, of course – but we hadn't been informed.'
'If this is any inconvenience at all…' Cathleen began.
'No, absolutely not,' Minna interrupted.
'Better let me explain,' Bruce intervened, coming forward. 'Since we are family, I can be frank. Father's law practice is almost non-existent. He's been too ill to attend to it properly. Since Mother died and then his stroke, he seems to have lost all his spirit. We still have the old house, but we may have to sell that soon. In truth, Father is almost penniless. I work in a bank to help out. It was all he could do to gather money to
send us up here for the wedding. But Pearl and Harold T. Armbruster don't know that. They set much store by appearances. To reassure them that we're a good family and to impress them, Father wrote you that note asking you to take us in.'
Minna bobbed her head. 'Aida told me about it.'
'Father felt that if we could stay with his sisters, and circulate high up on the social scale – and if we could live under conditions the Armbrusters would find acceptable – it would cause no doubt in their minds that Cathleen was eligible for marriage to their son. Actually, Alan is very much in love with Cathleen. He would have no reservations whatsoever. However, parents can be a different matter. The Armbrusters are impressed by Cathleen's attractiveness and grace. Father had sent her to private schools -'
'Just as I had been educated,' said Minna. 'God knows that good manners count even more than money in the South.'
'But not necessarily poverty,' said Bruce bluntly. 'I'm sorry to say this, but it's important to the Armbrusters that Cathleen be from a good family – meaning a well-to-do family.'
'I understand,' said Minna. A frown flitted across her face as she considered the situation. She began to reconsider how to handle her niece and nephew to make the right impression on the Armbrusters. 'Tell me one thing – how did you happen to meet the Armbrusters?'
Cathleen brightened and briefly lost some of her shyness. 'Mr Armbruster is a very rich man. He's a meat-packer.'
'I've heard,' said Minna.
'He's eager for social standing in Chicago, the kind that Armour and Swift already have. Since a horse-racing stable is one symbol of prestige in Chicago, Mr Armbruster considered establishing his own stable. That's why he came down to Louisville with his wife, Pearl, and his two children, Alan and Judith. He was planning to buy the finest horses in