A Ghost In The Closet. Mabel Maney

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      This was a worrisome thought, indeed.

      Jackie checked the return address on the envelope Cherry had dropped on the ground. “This envelope’s been stamped Pleasantville Sanitarium,” she pointed out.

      Cherry gasped. “I know Mother is suffering from a case of hysteria, or in layman’s terms, an unconscious attempt to escape from some unpleasant reality. Could it be she’s suffering from delusions, too? Oh, no,” she cried, throwing up her arms up in alarm. “I must get in touch with Doctor Joe and let him know!”

      Jackie tried to comfort the nervous nurse. “I’ll bet your mother’s just pretending to be on vacation so she doesn’t spoil yours,” she guessed.

      Cherry considered this. Jackie had a point. “It would be just like Mother to keep a stiff upper lip,” Cherry agreed. She paused a moment in quiet contemplation. The words from her nursing school manual came back to her: Faith is a real remedy, good cheer is a powerful medicine, and confidence is part of the cure for every nervous patient who gets well.

      “So if Mother chooses to pretend she’s at a resort, perhaps it’s a good thing after all,” Cherry decided aloud. Suddenly she had a grand thought. “I’ll write back to Mother pretending I believe her little ruse. I’ll ask her to describe the colorful people she has met and the nature hikes and other entertainments. That way, she’ll write me cheery, therapeutic letters which will speed up her recovery. Then she’ll regain her confidence and, in no time at all, be back to her normal contented self.”

      “What about what your mother mentioned at the end of her letter?” Jackie blurted out. Would Cherry decide to go back to Seattle and resume her place on the Women’s Psychiatric Ward, or worse, would she choose to settle in River Depths and play nurse to Nancy’s detective? Jackie’s heart was pounding with anticipation. What would Cherry do?

      “Oh, I think my woolen nurse’s cape can stand another season’s wear,” Cherry assured her.

      “No, I mean about going back to Seattle,” Jackie blushingly stammered.

      “When I arrived in River Depths, I wrote the hospital asking for a short leave of absence, at no pay of course,” Cherry informed her. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

      “But I don’t,” Jackie was tempted to cry out, forgetting for a moment Midge’s helpful advice. Let Cherry come to you. She’s stuck on you for sure, but she needs to get over Nancy first. Just give it time.

      “My vacation’s up soon, and I’ll have to return to San Francisco,” Jackie explained in a calm voice that masked her thudding heart. If she left Cherry behind, she’d surely lose her to Nancy!

      Cherry looked at the downcast expression on Jackie’s handsome face and suddenly realized the longer the good-looking detective stayed in Illinois, the longer she was kept away from her vitally important police work. Cherry knew only too well that crime, like illness, accidents and disease, never took a holiday!

      “If only I could make up my mind,” Cherry chided herself silently. “I know I have feelings for Jackie that lead me to suspect I’m in love with her, but what about Nancy and the night of passion we shared? I can’t just turn my back on that without first thinking things through long and hard. Plus, Nancy really needs me now. Why, she’s got so much to do, what with inheriting this house and selecting her fall wardrobe!”

      Cherry had realized just how much work it was to be Nancy when two days earlier, a dressmaker had wheeled in racks of the latest fall fashions. Nancy had spent the entire day running about the house in various stages of undress while she selected the outfits she would need for the coming year: pretty daytime frocks, sleek going-to-town suits, modest bathing costumes, vibrant ski togs, sophisticated evening sheaths and fancy off-the-shoulder gowns just right for a country club dance. The next day, Velma, Cherry and an exhausted Nancy had lain about the living room sipping refreshing iced tea and pouring over fashion magazines, selecting shoes and handbags, scarves and gloves to round out Nancy’s new wardrobe.

      “I could be a real help to her here,” Cherry told herself. “After all, I did take a vow to go wherever I’m needed most!”

      Jackie clutched her porcelain figure in her large, strong hands. She felt she couldn’t wait one more minute to find out if Cherry shared her feelings! “Cherry, I’ve got to know. Will you—” Just then Nancy swept onto the porch carrying a tray loaded with all sorts of goodies, and wearing a black felt poodle skirt with white and pink appliqués that showed off her trim waistline. Her pert bosom was covered with a snug white topper and on her petite feet were black patent leather slip-ons.

      “You look charming!” Cherry cried as Nancy set down the tray and spun about to unfurl the circumference of the fetching skirt. Nancy stopped twirling, however, when she got a look at the dog statue in Jackie’s hands. A peevish look crossed her pretty face.

      “It’s a swell gift, isn’t it?” Jackie boasted, fingering the hand-painted figurine proudly. It would look fine sitting on the mantle in her small but cozy apartment. “Our apartment,” she thought dreamily as she gazed at Cherry.

      Nancy gulped. She had assumed Cherry was purchasing the statue for a nurse chum. Her wide blue eyes narrowed in anger. “There’s another skirt just like this one in cherry red lying on someone’s bed,” Nancy cried out in a forced cheery tone. She was talking to Cherry but glaring at Jackie.

      “A poodle skirt for me?” Cherry flushed excitedly. “Oh, Nancy, you shouldn’t have! Why, they’re so expensive!” She kicked up her heels and raced upstairs, secretly relieved that her conversation with Jackie had come to an end, at least for now. Cherry had the feeling that Jackie was about to ask her a very important question, the kind of question a girl dreamt of, only Cherry wasn’t sure what her answer would be!

      “When will you be sure?” she leaned in close to the mirror and asked the girl in the darling new outfit peering back at her. All Cherry knew was that each time Jackie looked at her, she lost her ability to think clearly. “But is it true love?” Cherry wondered, “or merely a hormonal surge coursing through my body, and impairing my ability to think straight? And when, oh, when will I know for sure?”

       —— CHAPTER 6 ——

       Thwarted Again!

      “You’re looking mighty chipper this morning!” Cherry announced as Nancy came into the kitchen clad in a darling sports outfit consisting of lightweight cotton plaid pedal pushers and a crisp white blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Her trademark titian hair had been brushed until it shone and the charms on her gold bracelet, one for each mystery she had solved, jangled cheerfully on her wrist. In one hand was a picnic hamper and in the other a soft blanket. “Are you going on a picnic?” Cherry wondered.

      “We’re going on a picnic,” Nancy grinned. “We’re going back to Lake Merrimen!”

      Cherry smiled. Only moments before, she had been sitting alone and confused at the kitchen table. Why, a trip to the lake and a yummy outdoor meal was exactly what she needed! “I’ll make sure everyone’s up and dressed in casual clothes in no time at all,” СКАЧАТЬ