Greensleeves (Nancy Pearl's Book Crush Rediscoveries) by McGraw Eloise Jarvis

Author:McGraw, Eloise Jarvis [McGraw, Eloise Jarvis]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Skyscape
Published: 2015-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

Above all, I must learn if Mrs. D. ever mentioned that daughter of hers—I’ve still several legatees to ask. If she did, to even one person, Uncle F.’s case loses its best legal leg, and mine (mine and the legatees’) is practically won. So somehow, in the next six days, I must tackle Dave, Dr. Edmonds, Mrs. Hockins, Mr. Bruce, and Brick Mulvaney, even if all I do is ask them that one question.

As it turned out, that was the last entry I ever made.

4

Greensleeves

1

I woke up the next day still full of urgency and turncoat determination. And do you know, the entire day turned out to be perfectly blank—or it would have if I hadn’t got desperate at the end of it.

Nobody came in the Rainbow in the morning—simply nobody. Well, Sherry, of course, but I’d already asked him my question. In the middle of the noon rush, Dr. Edmonds and Dave Kulka appeared, only I couldn’t stop fetching and carrying long enough even to say hello, though I did overhear Dave say that he was off for the country at dawn tomorrow to gather weeds and wouldn’t be home till late. That made me frantic because it meant I wouldn’t get a chance at him until Sunday, if then.

The afternoon was devoid of spyees, information, and even hope.

It was about five o’clock when I got desperate and latched onto Mr. Bruce when he came to give me the new menus for dinner. I don’t remember how I dragged Mrs. Dunningham into the conversation—by the scruff of the neck, I expect—but somehow I managed to start talking about her, and doggedly kept on talking about her, without results until I remarked that she took great pains to make friends with people.

“Yes, she did,” Mr. Bruce said thoughtfully. “She was completely alone, you know. I think she needed friends.”

“Oh. No family?” I asked, feeling as though I’d scaled Mount Everest hand over hand.

Mr. Bruce gazed at me in his courteous, unrevealing way and said, “Not that she ever mentioned.”

“Well,” I said, gazing back at him.

Then suddenly there was Helen, asking something about the new pink tablecloth, and there went my hard-won conversation. I wanted badly to push on with it, too, because even though I’d gotten the same old answer, when Mr. Bruce said it, it didn’t seem quite the same old answer. It left me wondering if he suspected there was a family she hadn’t mentioned. Mr. Bruce always left me wondering something.

Saturday was worse than Friday. Mr. Bruce took Saturdays off, and Dr. Edmonds, who usually showed up, didn’t. I asked Sherry why not in an unintentionally exasperated voice that gained me a surprised look as well as the unwelcome information that Dr. Edmonds was spending the day at the library. Saturday evening brought nothing, not even Mrs. Hockins out into her rose beds, and I simply did not have sufficient brass to go knocking at her door.

Then came Sunday and my much-needed holiday. I felt like sleeping till noon, but prodded myself up at ten.

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