Not One Clue_ A Mystery - Lois Greiman [31]
“You said we could have ice cream,” I said. I wasn’t whining, but … Well, maybe I was whining a little.
“You need something to calm your nerves first. Ice cream will just make you sick.”
“Slander,” I said, but she had already left. “Ice cream has never made me sick.”
I leaned my head back against the cushiness of the chair and contemplated the cosmos. Laney was back in a moment. Sitting on the couch close to the ’Boy, she took my hand.
“You found Aalia,” she said.
I managed a nod.
“Rivera went with you.”
Another nod.
“Someone tried to stop you.”
I considered that for a moment, but I wasn’t sure of the answer so I changed the subject. Or maybe I changed it because I have the attention span of a gnat. “Rivera thinks I’m a lesbian.”
She sat looking at me. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Not sure.”
“Did he say ‘ick’ or did he try to get you into the backseat of your Saturn?”
I frowned. Or maybe I had already been frowning. “I really don’t understand how you know these things.”
“You don’t understand how I know that men try to get women into the backseats of Saturns?”
I stared at her. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person in the world. Probably the universe. Yup, even counting possible extraterrestrials, she was the best. And I’d been kissed by Aalia.
“I guess I understand that one,” I said, and dropped my head back against the cushion.
She patted my hand and rose to fetch the tea. In a minute she was back. I don’t really like tea, but it was a prelude to ice cream, which I love more than French-kissing.
I took a sip of my tea and made a face. “What is this?”
“Ashwagandha.”
“It tastes like cat pee.”
“The fact that you know that begs so many questions,” she said, then moved on. “Aalia’s with her sister?”
I nodded.
“Did you have to put her in some kind of disguise?”
“How did you know that one?”
She shrugged. “You love disguises. Hey, I brought home one of my old wigs.”
“I never have understood why they would have you wear a wig when your own hair is like … well, like that.” I motioned toward her mustang’s mane. Maybe mine would have looked similar if I drank her Green Goo, but some things aren’t worth the trouble.
“They still have me wear hairpieces sometimes,” she said. “But Nadine likes to work with her own creations.”
“Nadine? The set’s hairdresser?”
“Yeah. She creates her own wigs, so they throw the old ones out. I thought of you.”
“You make me sound like a two-year-old,” I said, although, actually, I couldn’t wait to play dress-up.
“A two-year-old superhero,” she said.
I smiled a little and took another sip of cat pee. “I was kind of amazing,” I said, and she laughed.
“You always have been,” she said, and sighed as she rose. “That’s why I don’t want to take advantage of you. You ready for ice cream?”
“Is there caramel?”
“More than you can eat,” she said.
“I’ll place wagers,” I said, and stood, but something wasn’t quite right. I suspected it as I followed her into the kitchen. Knew it as I watched her reach for bowls, retrieve spoons, get out the blessed ice cream.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re celebrating your continued survival,” she said. I nodded. “A serendipitous occasion.”
“And unexpected.”
“What did you mean by ‘you don’t want to take advantage of me’?”
She smiled. “Neither do I want to offend you with the truth,” she said.
“Since when?”
She laughed. “You’re a good person, Mac. Have been since the moment you were born.”
“That’s not true at all.”
“Well, you did a good thing tonight. So let’s eat a toast.” She’d dished up the ice cream. Two big scoops for me. A molecule for herself. She pushed my bowl across the kitchen table, lifted her own. “To Christina McMullen.”
“Ph.D.,” I added.
“Ph.D.,” she agreed. “May all her acquaintances appreciate her marvelousness.”
“Here, here,” I said, and tasted my dessert. Laney had added cashews and caramel. The woman’s practically a genius.
“How is it?” she asked.
“Almost as marvelous as me.”
“They could use that in their marketing.”
“Call it Christina’s Caramel.