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Posted on Tuesday, 30 October 2001
Juggling her purchases, Elizabeth Bennet unlocked the front door of the building on New York's Upper West Side and climbed the stairs to the apartment she shared with her sister, Jane.
"I'm back! They still had good tomatoes at the market this morning, and I bought the basil you wanted. Mmm, it smells good in here!"
Jane surveyed the bags of produce, "Looks good, Lizzy. Charlotte called while you were out."
"Did she say what she wanted?"
"No, she needs to talk to you about something, so I invited her up for coffee."
Ding! The timer chimed. Jane opened the oven door and removed a coffee cake, filling the kitchen with the smell of cinnamon.
There was a knock at the door. Lizzy laughed, "Does Charlotte have an amazing sense of timing or what?"
She opened the door and invited their neighbor in. The three women sat at the kitchen table and chatted. Charlotte studied the sisters. They were an interesting study in contrasts. Jane was tall, slim, and strawberry-blonde, while Lizzy was shorter and had brown hair with red highlights. Jane was a gourmet cook; Lizzy could barely boil water. Lizzy could sew and do just about any craft imaginable; Jane's limit was replacing a lost button.
Jane was quiet; Lizzy was more volatile. Most of the time, Lizzy's personality could be described as "merry," but when she was unhappy, look out! Her mother often complained that Lizzy's outspoken nature would keep her single forever. "If it's in your mind it's on your tongue. When will you learn to stifle your impulse to have an opinion on everything?"
"So what's up, Char?" asked Lizzy. "Shrunk any interesting heads lately?"
Charlotte Lucas, psychiatrist, had given up on correcting Lizzy's politically incorrect description of her profession. Despite Lizzy's question, Charlotte knew that her friend understood that a doctor couldn't talk about her patients. Yet that was just what Charlotte was about to do.
"Actually, Lizzy, I did want to talk to you about a patient of mine. I can't tell you anything specific, of course. But I want to ask you a favor."
Intrigued, Lizzy replied, "Ask away."
"Well, she's a college student who has had some bad experiences, and she is transferring to Columbia for her final year. Her doctor where she used to live is an old school friend and he recommended me. She's terribly shy, and I suggested that she sign up for your program at the museum, Lizzy. It would be a way for her to make friends outside of school, and, frankly, you'd be a good influence on her."
"I'm always glad to have another volunteer, Char, but, um, a lot of what my college kids do is help with the school groups. I know you can't tell me anything specific, but is there any reason that I should worry about her with the little kids?"
"No, she wouldn't hurt a soul. I'd stake my reputation on that. She needs nurturing. She doesn't have much family, and what she has is, hmm, how do I say it? Either overprotective or overbearing. She needs work on self-confidence. And you, dearest Lizzy, are the perfect role model for self-confidence."
"Amen to that," added Jane.
"Geez, you make me sound like I think I'm invincible or something."
"Well, you are fearless."
"Jane! Now you're making me sound like a daredevil!"
"No, that isn't what I meant. It's just that you'll take on just about any project. When most people would say, 'Can I do this?' you say 'I'll give it a try.' What I mean is, you're not afraid of failure."
Charlotte nodded. "You don't know how rare that confidence is, Lizzy."
"Nah, I just think I'm too dumb to be afraid," laughed Lizzy. "But if you think I can help your patient, I'll give it a try." She paused when she saw her sister smirk. "What?"
"Did you hear what you just said, Lizzy? It's what you always say-I'll give it a try."
"One thing, Lizzy." Charlotte turned serious. "You mustn't let her know that I've spoken to you. Telling you about her is on the edge of unethical."
"Would telling me her name be beyond the edge?"
"Oh, right. I guess you would need to know that. Her name is Georgiana Darcy."
Posted on Tuesday, 30 October 2001
October 31
Lizzy leaned on the railing and sighed. Where do they get all that energy? She looked at the college students dancing under the huge whale in the Hall of Ocean Life at the American Museum of Natural History. As Coordinator of Volunteer Activities, Lizzy worked with a variety of groups, but her college group was her favorite. This Halloween party was a thank-you for their various efforts on behalf of the museum.
The museum used the Hall of Ocean Life for many activities, from renting the space for corporate parties to organizing family sleep-overs for members and their children. Tonight's costume party would include dancing, games, a ghost-story contest, and a sleep-over.
Looking at the crowd, Lizzy tried to see how many of the students she could identify. She smiled when she realized that she was possibly the only one who could identify the "Headless Horseman." From her vantage point on the stairs, she could see the top of a red head in the neck opening of the black cape. That red hair was a dead (pardon the expression) giveaway for Christopher Carter, medical student and all-around heart throb. Lizzy thought he'd be perfect for Georgiana, but so far had resisted the temptation to play matchmaker.
Lizzy looked for Georgiana, but couldn't pick her out of the crowd because she didn't know what Georgie's costume would be. The young woman had wanted to surprise Lizzy. Charlotte's instincts had been right. Georgiana had taken to Lizzy immediately. And the feeling was mutual. Lizzy still didn't know the particulars of Georgie's problems, although the shyness was obvious.
Lizzy's musings were interrupted by the sight of a pink meringue of a dress floating across the floor. She smiled. Jane the princess, Lizzy the tomboy. When they were children, Jane always wanted a costume that was as feminine as possible-ballerina, princess, Miss America-complete with crown, magic wand, scepter, the lot. Tonight, she was Glinda the Good Witch. She had even set her normally straight hair in hot rollers in hopes of mimicking Billie Burke's curls.
Lizzy the tomboy was happy with her more casual costume. Khaki pants tucked into suede desert boots meant she could move around unimpeded by ruffles and flounces. And she could sit anywhere she liked. Poor Jane couldn't sit near anyone-that skirt needed three chairs! Lizzy's chambray shirt was washable-no need to worry about spilling soda on a rented costume-and her father's old leather jacket didn't care what happened to it.
"Glinda" was talking to a young woman in a yellow hard hat and orange miniskirt. There was something familiar about the costume, Lizzy thought. "Glinda" pointed up the stairs, and the young woman turned and trotted up the stairs toward Lizzy.
"Lizzy!" squealed Georgie. "What do you think?"
Upon closer scrutiny, Lizzy could see that Georgie was wearing black boots and tights, the aforementioned mini, a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and a silver necklace with a heart. The pink lipstick was not her usual shade of pale peach. Liz had to laugh when she took a good look at the yellow hard hat. On a piece of white tape, someone had written "LEWISHAM."
Lizzy grinned. "Bridget Jones, already a legend! Where did you get the hard hat?"
"My uncle owns a construction company, so I asked him to get me one. I taped over his company's name. I'm thinking about sliding down the banister. It isn't a fireman's pole, but it's the closest we have here."
"No sliding! I'm thinking you in a cast, I'm thinking lawsuit, I'm thinking skyrocketing insurance rates, I'm thinking end of my career. Anyhow, the effect wouldn't be all that convincing. You, my dear, will never have a bottom the size of Brazil!"
Lizzy sat down on a step and again surveyed the crowd. "You guys have so much energy. You make me feel old."
George sat down next to her. "You are not old, Lizzy! Don't make yourself sound ancient."
"I'm aging fast, kiddo."
"You want to talk about aging fast, you should meet my brother. He's 32, which is pretty old. But he acts even older than that. He's more like a father than a brother. He needs someone lively to brighten his boring, corporate-driven life. I should place a personal ad for him. 'Prematurely middle-aged man wishes to meet lively lady for an infusion of youth." She giggled, then fell silent. Wait a minute. Am I having a brilliant idea?The wheels inside her head were turning at top speed.
"Georgie, 32 is not so old. I'll be there all too soon."
"Yeah, but even when you get there-and beyond-you'll be young."
"Bless you, my child," laughed Lizzy, as she gave Georgie a big hug. Georgie's hard hat hit Liz's felt hat. "Ouch!" cried Lizzy.
"Oh, sorry!" Georgie took off the hard hat and reached up to touch Lizzy's temple. "Oops! Did that-"
"GEORGIANA DARCY!" boomed a deep voice behind them. "What are you doing here? What happened to the 'little party' you said you were going to? And what are you doing necking on the stairs with, um, with-"
"Indiana Jones, sir," said Lizzy in the deepest voice she could muster. She stood up, turned around, and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
Georgie almost forgot to breathe, so astonished was she to find her brother at the museum at this hour. Fitzwilliam Darcy stood a few steps above Lizzy. He was quite tall to begin with, and the added height from the steps made him tower over her. Fascinated, Georgie couldn't help noticing that Lizzy wasn't the slightest bit intimidated. Now that must be a first. Will could usually intimidate anybody.
Not knowing what to make of this person with Georgie, Will turned to his sister. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Will, I was afraid you wouldn't like the idea of me going to a big party, so I fibbed. But Kitty really is here, and I am sleeping over with her. So it isn't such a big fib..." Her voice trailed away and she bit her lower lip apprehensively.
Before he could say anything more, Liz mounted the steps to stand directly in front of Will. She removed her hat, and shook her head, causing her curls to cascade to her shoulders. She smiled and held out her hand again.
"I'm Lizzy Bennet. Georgie is one of our volunteers and tonight's party is a thank-you for their help this fall. I assure you it's thoroughly chaperoned, no alcohol, just some dancing and old-fashioned Halloween games."
He looked her over, from the scar she had painted on her chin, past her worn leather jacket, the whip at her belt, down to the boots she wore. Who IS this woman? Couldn't she have come up with a more feminine costume?
"I'd like to talk to whoever is in charge," he started. He looked at his watch. "But I'm late as it is. Do either of you know where the Board of Directors meeting is?"
"I believe it's in the Education Wing. You go back through Biodiversity, through Forests, oh, let me walk you there. That will take less time than giving directions. Georgie, please tell ol' Glinda I'll be right back."
He glared at his sister. "I'll speak to you about this later."
Lizzy sighed. What had Charlotte said about Georgie's family members? One was overbearing and one was overprotective? So which one was he? Be nice, Lizzy. He might be a new board member.
"So, Mr. Darcy, is it? I haven't seen you here before. Are you a member of the Board of Directors?"
Is this the museum version of "do you come here often?" he wondered. "No." He scowled as she stopped walking, "What?"
She had paused to look at a display. "Sorry, I always have to look at this. I love the giant earthworm and the other creepy crawlies made so big. This has been here since I was a kid, and it still fascinates me. One of those 'take-it-away-nearer' kind of things."
He looked at her as if she were an escaped lunatic, but said nothing. Lizzy resumed walking.
"We turn right here." They were in the Northwest Coast gallery. "I love this old gallery. So much of the museum has been modernized, and rightly so. But this is the way it was when I was a kid, and we'd come here on school trips. It's nice to have a touch of the old museum, too."
Still he said nothing. She shrugged, "And left here."
They turned left and followed the sound of voices. Members of the museum's Board of Directors were milling around, drinking coffee, greeting one another, and finding their way to their places at the huge conference table. The Director of the museum saw Lizzy and clinked his spoon against his cup.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have your attention. This, as many of you know, is Elizabeth Bennet, our Coordinator of Volunteer Activities. She wanted to say a few words to you before we start."
"Good evening everyone. Happy Halloween! I want to thank you all for your support of our volunteer programs. Tonight we are hosting a costume party for our college student volunteers to thank them for all the work they do for us. We're having refreshments, dancing, games, storytelling, all the traditional Halloween stuff. You are invited to stop by after the meeting and meet some of the kids. And if you get through your agenda quickly enough, you might get there in time to hear Mr. Poe read one of his stories. Oh, and it's a sleep-over, so if you'd like to pull up a bit of floor and spend the night, you're welcome to joins us."
The last comment was met with groans and laughter. Lizzy laughed, twisted her hair up and jammed her hat on her head. She took a quick look at Mr. Darcy and then left to rejoin her party.
Darcy watched her walk away. Despite the masculine outfit, there was no question about that walk. But she was so young to be in charge of all those college kids. He glanced at the director of the museum and wondered if the man was in his right mind allowing a party like that under such inappropriate supervision.
Back at the party, Georgie kept looking up the stairs, anxiously waiting for Lizzy to return.
"Is something wrong?"
Georgie turned to see the Headless Horseman towering over her. She smiled and shook her head. "No, just wondering how tall you were before you lost your head, sir. Where is it, by the way?"
"Damn!" cried Chris. "Where did I leave that pumpkin?"
He took Georgie's hand and they wandered off to find the missing pumpkin head.
"Aha! Found it!" Chris held the pumpkin on top of his head. Georgie pulled a small camera out of her pocket.
"Smile! Oh, right, I guess that smile is permanent, isn't it?" She took his picture.
"Here," he reached for the camera. "Let me take your picture. And then we should check out the refreshments. Maybe they have blue soup."
Posted on Tuesday, 30 October 2001
Still October 31
Lizzy retraced her steps back to the Hall of Ocean Life. If she had felt sympathy for Georgie at the beginning of their acquaintance, it went double now. What was wrong with that guy? She had tried to make pleasant conversation. All he did was glower at her.
She straightened her shoulders and ran down the steps.
"Lizzy! There you are!"
"Oh, Jane, I just met Georgie's brother."
"And?"
"And-no wonder the poor girl has no self-confidence. What an ogre! It's like giving a tiny kitten into the care of a grizzly bear! Well, I am not going to think about him any more tonight. I think it's time for some trivia."
Lizzy walked up to the student who was playing DJ for the night. She picked up the microphone and he stopped the music.
"OK!" laughed Lizzy. "Are we having fun?"
This question was met with whoops and laughter.
"All right. Let's play Halloween trivia. If you want to play, gather around and make up teams of four. If you just want to observe, that's fine, too." She waited while the group split into teams. She noticed that "Bridget" and "Headless Horseman" were on the same team, along with a clown and what appeared to be a Who.
While Jane handed out paper and pencils, Lizzy explained the rules. "We're going to play a variety of sounds. There will be sound effects, lines of dialogue, and theme songs, all to do with horror movies or TV shows. You may discuss your answer within your team, but do it quietly-you don't want to give away your answers. Everyone ready? Here we go."
She started them off with an easy one-da, da, da, da, snap, snap. Everyone in the room was humming along with the theme from "The Addams Family," so she knew they all got that one right.
To get a laugh, for the last one, she played a bit of the "Jaws" theme.
"That's not Halloween!" one of the kids yelled.
"Yeah, but it's scary!" Lizzy yelled right back. This was met with laughter. She read the answers, scores were tabulated, and the winning teams were given orange ribbons.
The DJ resumed playing music, and Lizzy got herself a glass of cider. She spied a man in an old-fashioned suit, and walked over to greet him.
"Good evening, Mr. Poe. You're early. Can I offer you some cider or soda?"
"Cider would be lovely, thank you."
"Mr. Poe" was actually George Knightly, one of the adult volunteers. He was an actor who loved impersonating Poe. George had agreed to read "The Tell-Tale Heart" to the group at the party. In between acting gigs, George read books on tape. He could do a variety of accents and voices, and could make a book come alive with his performance. Lizzy was looking forward to tonight's reading.
"Before you read, we're going to play 'spin the bottle.'" Lizzy heard a gasp behind her and turned to see Georgie's brother scowling at her yet again.
She smiled at him. "You're welcome to join the game, Mr. Darcy. Come on." And she turned and walked toward the group of students standing by the refreshment table.
"Anyone want to try their hand at storytelling? Over here." She led the group to an open area.
"Storytellers, sit in a circle. If you just want to listen, sit behind the storytellers in an outer circle." Lizzy sat in the inner circle and set an empty wine bottle on the floor so that it pointed toward herself. "I'll start.
"It was a dark and stormy night. The lights in the remote farmhouse flickered. As Annabel drew the curtains closed, she could hear..." she looked up at the group. "OK, let's see who's next!" and she spun the bottle.
Lizzy couldn't see George Knightly and Fitzwilliam Darcy, who were standing well behind her.
"Will, haven't seen you in ages! How've you been? How's Georgie?"
"I've been well, thanks. Georgie is at Columbia this year. So far she seems to be doing well."
"How long have you two been involved with the museum?"
"Georgie is a museum volunteer. I was at the Board meeting to discuss a grant application with the Foundation. And you?"
"I volunteer, too. Tonight I'm here to play Poe. Lizzy conned me into it. She's quite something, isn't she?"
"Hmmph. Something, I guess, but I don't know what. Isn't she a bit young for such a responsible position?"
"Lighten up, Will. Lizzy is terrific. Em has taken Johnny to some of the kids' programs Lizzy and her sister have organized. She says they're all fantastic." George paused, then continued with a chuckle, "You should have seen the look on your face when Lizzy said 'spin the bottle.' It was priceless!"
Will shot him an annoyed glare and turned to look at the group of storytellers when he heard his sister's voice. The bottle had stopped spinning. It pointed at Georgie, who took up the tale where Lizzy had left off.
"...she could hear the cry of a lone wolf. She thought it odd to hear a lone wolf. She'd always thought they'd traveled in packs. Or was it a wolf? It had to be. What else could make that eerie cry?
"Annabel checked the lock on the door, and made sure the bolt was securely thrown. She shivered slightly and went upstairs in search of a sweater. Somewhere in the house, a window rattled and she could hear a loose shutter slamming against the house. Just as she reached the top of the stairs..." Georgie looked up at the group. "Who's next?" And she reached forward to spin the bottle.
Will couldn't believe this was his shy sister. Dressing up like he didn't know what and playing games in a large crowd of boisterous students? Where did this come from? He couldn't decide whether to be pleased or frightened. He had wanted her to come out of her shell. He'd even discussed it with her therapist a few times. But was he prepared for this new Georgie?
George Knightly looked at his old friend. "Get used to it, Will. She's not a little girl any more. She's gonna break hearts."
Will just groaned.
Soon the story ended, and the group all gave themselves a round of applause. Lizzy stood up and beckoned to George.
"Now that you've all had a try at telling a story, let's hear from a master. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Mr. Edgar Allen Poe." George pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to read the story of "The Tell-Tale Heart."
Several members of the Board of Directors arrived just as George was starting. Lizzy quietly welcomed them and offered them chairs. The only sound to be heard in the room was George's spellbinding voice. When he finished, he quietly closed his book and bowed his head. There were several seconds of silence before the applause began.
George looked up, and Mr. Poe was gone, and Mr. Knightly was back. He chatted amiably with some of the students, one of whom recognized him from a recent off-Broadway production of Hamlet.
Will found Georgie talking to the Who, who turned out to be her friend Kitty.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked them.
"Go? Where?"
"Home. The party is getting quiet. Sounds like it's about over."
"No, Will, we're sleeping over."
Kitty smiled, "I don't know about the sleep part after that scary story."
Will smiled at the girl who had become such a good friend to his sister. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Kitty, what are you?"
"A Who."
"All right, then. Who are you?"
"I'm a Who."
"You mean like The Who? Tommy and all that?"
The girls giggled. Kitty replied, "No, a Who. From Whoville. You know, the Grinch?"
Just then Lizzy walked up to them. She couldn't resist muttering. "I believe I know the Grinch."
The girls laughed uncontrollably at this. Will just stood there, looking uncomfortable.
Lizzy turned to Will. "Really, Mr. Darcy, they'll be quite safe. We have lots of chaperones, and of course, building security is on duty. And you're welcome to stay, too."
"Um, no thank you. I think I'll be going. Good night."
The three women watched him walk away. What a waste! thought Lizzy. A guy that good looking with no sense of fun. What did Georgie say? "Prematurely middle-aged? Something like that.
Georgie watched Lizzy watching her brother. At least she seems to appreciate his looks. Maybe there's hope yet.
Posted on Monday, 5 November 2001
November 1
Darcy had been correct about the party winding down. After a midnight snack, the group had begun to settle down. Some were talking quietly; others had already unrolled their sleeping bags and gone to sleep.
Jane took the first "watch" with one of the adult volunteers. Lizzy had taken her sleeping bag to a quiet corner and was already sleeping. Museum security staff wandered through from time to time to make sure all was well. As George Knightly had predicted, it was a quiet night.
High above the city, Darcy sipped his brandy and stared out the window at the city lights. Something was bothering him. Perhaps he missed Boston. He had fallen into comfortable patterns-jogging along the Charles River or in the public gardens, the apartment on Beacon Hill, ball games at Fenway, lobster feasts along the North Shore, Halloween at Salem.
He smiled as he remembered the time he took Georgie to Salem one October weekend. He thought they were going to se the Peabody-Essex Museum. Instead, Georgie had dragged him to every witch-related museum and "haunted house" in the town. Amazing how she "discovered" these attractions after they arrived. Or had she? The little con artist! No wonder Richard helped talk me into the trip. She has always had him wrapped around her little finger, too! I must remember to ask him about that.
Darcy had to be honest with himself. He had enjoyed that weekend, too. And Georgie had lived up to her half of the bargain. After touring the House of the Seven Gables, he had bought Georgie the book and promised another visit to Salem if she would read the book. OK, so he hadn't turned her into a major Hawthorne fan. But she did finish the book and pass his little quiz on it. After that, jaunts to Salem became a regular treat. They had been fun.
Fun. An almost forgotten concept. They had moved to Boston to escape the sorrow that followed the death of their parents. They found a great apartment, adjusted to a new city, even learned to have fun again.
Fun. Georgie was full of fun until she was attacked. She was so unnerved that she dropped out of school, wouldn't leave the apartment except for appointments with her psychiatrist. It was amazing how someone so full of life and joy could be reduced to a timid creature afraid of her own shadow. Damn that George! Darcy drained his snifter and got up to get a refill.
He set down the decanter and turned to the window. New York. Again. After much discussion with Georgie's doctor, they decided a new beginning was in order. So they returned to New York. One of the good things about being a wealthy alum, it was fairly easy to get Georgie transferred to Columbia. Her grades at Boston had been excellent. Darcy's influence was needed only to minimize the questions about her reason for transferring.
As for his own transfer, that was easy. The CEO of a large corporation can choose where to live and which office to make his base of operations.
Even finding somewhere to live had been easy. He reopened the family apartment. He'd had it redecorated. Now, that had been an experience. He put some furniture in storage, gave some away, and made sure that the decorator knew his wishes. She kept trying to insinuate her own choices into his plan. But he insisted on thorough sketches before anything was done, plus updates including photographs as the work progressed. He had tried to minimize trips to New York for two reasons. Partly, it was because he didn't like to leave Georgie for any length of time. But mostly, he didn't want to spend too much time with the clinging-vine decorator.
A soft voice interrupted his reverie.
"Will there be anything else tonight Mr. Darcy?"
Mrs. Reynolds had been with Darcy's family when his parents were alive. Widowed young, she had taken the post as housekeeper, and stayed on through thick and thin. Darcy and Georgie regarded her as a surrogate mother, favorite grandmother, and fairy godmother all rolled into one.
She used to call him "William," but it was "Mr. Darcy" now. It had been "Mr. Darcy" ever since the day they moved into the Boston apartment. The day she had declared him the "man of the house." At 23 he had gone from young executive learning the ropes in his father's company to CEO. From brother to surrogate father. From "William" to "Mr. Darcy." From carefree to prematurely middle-aged.
He sighed. "No. Thank you, Mrs. R. I didn't know you were still up. I should have told you earlier that I didn't need anything. I'm sorry."
"It's no trouble." She smiled, "It does seem strange, doesn't it?"
"Strange?"
"Her first night away since we've been here." He nodded. "She'll be fine, Sir."
"I know. I just-" he shrugged. After a pause, he added, "Mrs. R, Am I a Grinch?"
"A what?"
"Never mind. Good night, Mrs. R."
"Lizzy!" hissed Jane.
"Mmmph."
"Lizzy!" Jane nudged her sleeping sister. "Come on! It's four-thirty."
Lizzy rolled onto her back and forced her eyes open. She yawned. "You were supposed to wake me at four."
"I know. You owe me a half hour's sleep."
Lizzy crawled out of her sleeping bag and stretched again. In black sweatpants and orange sweatshirt, she was adhering to the same dress code she had given the kids. Sweats or shorts and T-shirts. No cute nighties, no sleeping in underwear-or less.
"Thanks, Janie. You're a saint."
Jane climbed into Lizzy's sleeping bag, and taking advantage of the warmth, was asleep in minutes.
Across the huge room, Lizzy saw the other two adults who were awake. She gave them a little wave and walked quietly around the sleeping bodies. She saw Georgie next to Kitty. At a discreet distance from Georgie's other side, Christopher Carter was lying on his back. Lizzy could see the top of his T-shirt. Appropriate for a med student on Halloween, the T-shirt sported a life-sized anatomical drawing of the human skeleton.
After completing her survey of the sleepers, Lizzy turned and disappeared into the hallway that led to the kitchens for the museum's food services.
By 7 AM, the smell of coffee was beginning to awaken the students. Soon, everyone was up and exclaiming over the breakfast table. In addition to the expected coffee, juice, and muffins, tiny skulls and coffins were scattered around the table. Last night's jack-o-lanterns had been replaced by vases of orange and yellow flowers.
"What's this for?" Kitty asked Lizzy.
"Today is November 1. In Mexico, this is the Day of the Dead, when they remember family members who have died, by making altars at the cemeteries and decorating graves. Sugar-candy skulls and coffins are often part of the decorations, as are candles and brightly colored flowers."
"What a lovely thing to do," said Georgie wistfully. "I wish I could take flowers to my parents' graves today. Next year, I must remember the Day of the Dead."
"Some people construct altars in their homes. You don't need to do something that elaborate, but you could just light a few candles in their memory if it would make you feel better."
"Thanks, Lizzy. Maybe I will."
Lizzy gave the girl a quick hug. "I have to go make sure the 77th St. entrance is unlocked for you guys to go out. Be back in a few minutes."
Posted on Monday, 5 November 2001
Still November 1
Dr. Frank Weston loved being director of the American Museum of Natural History. He loved the exhibits, both old and new. He tried to take time each day to walk through a different one and listen to the comments of the visitors as they toured the museum. Dr. Weston knew every inch of the rabbit warren of hallways that led to offices, labs, and other support areas. He liked to walk these halls, too, and talk to members of the staff informally.
But most of all, Dr. Weston loved his morning ritual. Unless it was pouring buckets, he walked the perimeter of the museum block each morning before going inside. His wife teased him that it was a sign of megalomania. "Mine, all mine!" she would cackle in demonic tones. But she understood his love for this institution and its varied architecture, from the original turreted building to the most recent addition, the ultra-modern planetarium wing.
On this particular morning, Dr. Weston was walking west along 77th Street, when he noticed a well-dressed man sipping a cup of take-out coffee as he sat on a park bench. As he approached the man, Dr. Weston recognized him.
"Mr. Darcy! Good morning! What brings you here so early?"
"Good morning Dr. Weston. I'm here to pick up my sister from the party. But now that I've run into you, I do have a question."
"Is this about the grant application?"
"No, no, nothing to do with the grant."
Lizzy found the security guard waiting inside the doors.
"Good morning, Ms Bennet. The doors have been unarmed, and I'll be here to let the kids out when they're ready to go."
"Thanks, Sam. Could you let me out now? I could do with some fresh air."
She stepped outside. It was a glorious fall morning, the kind you would like to be able to bottle and save to enjoy in the heat of summer. She saw Dr. Weston and began to approach him when she heard a newly familiar voice.
"...to do with the grant."
"I see, Mr. Darcy. What is it?"
"Well, I don't mean to question your judgment, but I do wonder, that is I, uh." He paused, took a breath then continued. "Don't you think this Miss Bennet is a bit young to be in charge of all those college kids? She can't be..."
Lizzy could not believe it. Who the hell was this guy to question her ability to do her job? Dr. Weston was happy with her work. Nobody on the board had complained. The nerve of this man! A smart remark was forming in her brain when she remembered hearing something about a grant. So that was it! A potential donor, throwing his financial weight around. She bit her tongue and returned to the building.
"...can't be more than a year or two older than they are."
"No, Mr. Darcy, she's a bit older than you think she is. My wife informs me that a gentleman never reveals a lady's age, but I will give you a hint. If you guessed 29, you wouldn't be far wrong.
"Anyhow, age has little to do with it in this case. Lizzy is a wonder of organization. She knows every volunteer by name, both in the college group and the adult group. She's especially good with the college kids. She knows everyone's major, and has hooked up several study pairs when the kids have needed help. She's even tutored a few of the kids herself."
"Oh," said Darcy quietly.
"Look, if you have any concerns about your sister's involvement with any of the programs here, you are welcome to check in on any of them. Whether or not it's related to the grant application, just stop by and ask my secretary to page me or Lizzy. Ah, here come the happy campers now. I'm sure your sister will be out in a minute or two. I, alas, have work to do. Have a good day."
The two men shook hands. Halfway to the door, Dr. Weston turned to Darcy and added, "I meant what I said. Stop by any time you get the chance."
Darcy nodded. He saw his sister and her friend bounding toward him, loaded down with sleeping bags and overnight bags. He took the overnight bags and led the girls to the car. He noticed that they were wearing sweatsuits.
"Going for a jog this morning, ladies?"
"No, silly!" retorted Georgie. "We slept in sweats. Lizzy gave us rules."
"That's right," chimed in Kitty. "No Victoria's Secret, no sleeping in underwear,"
"or less!" giggled the two girls in unison.
Giddy from lack of sleep, the girls laughed and babble all the way to Kitty's building. After they dropped Kitty off, Georgie turned serious.
"Thank you for letting me do this, Will. I had such a good time. You should have stayed. It was almost as much fun as our outings to Salem. Remember?"
"That's funny. I was thinking about Salem last night, too." He handed the keys to the valet and pulled Georgie's sleeping bag from the trunk.
As they entered the penthouse elevator, Georgie looked at her brother and said softly, "I really messed things up for us, didn't I?"
"Not your fault. What's our mantra?"
"Bad things can happen to good people."
"That's right. You remember that. You, my sweet, are a good people." He kissed her forehead.
"Maybe you didn't hear it right."
"Oh, no, Jane, I heard him! Arrogant...arrrgh! How DARE he? And to wave some kind of grant at Frank. I can just imagine him threatening the museum," here Lizzy deepened her voice, "Either SHE goes or the money goes!"
"You didn't hear what Frank said. I'm sure he can convince Mr. Darcy. There's nothing you can do about it, anyhow."
"I know! That's the most frustrating part! Obnoxious, arrogant...ooh! I can't think of a bad enough thing to call him!"
Mrs. Reynolds watched Georgie trot down the hall to her room. She turned to Darcy and smiled. "She really did have a good time last night. It's good to see her so happy."
"Yes. The old fears and doubts still come back, but less frequently now."
"She has made new friends. I think getting involved with the museum was a good idea. Your mother would have approved. Do you remember all the times she took you to the museum? You would come home raving about the dinosaurs and the elephant and that big meteorite.
"Yes, when I went through my astronaut phase, I wanted to go out into space and ride meteors. I'd almost forgotten that. They've redone the dinosaurs since we moved to Boston. I must go up and have a look. Georgie says it's wonderful."
"She raves about the place, it's true. But she raves about that Ms Bennet even more. Our conversations are sprinkled with 'Lizzy says this' and 'Lizzy says that.' It's sweet. I think Georgie is looking for a sort of big sister."
Darcy seemed to be lost in his thoughts, so Mrs. Reynolds left him to finish his coffee alone. Poor Georgie, with her "sort of" family. I'm "sort of" a father to her. Mrs. R is "sort of" a mother/grandmother. And now Ms Bennet is "sort of" a sister. If Dr. Weston says she's OK, I should trust him. She does seem to have been a lively influence on Georgie.
He sat for a while, then decided to look in on his sister.
The door to Georgie's room was slightly ajar. Darcy knocked gently and entered. What he saw froze him in his tracks. The room was dark, illuminated only by a cluster of candles. Scattered around the candles were tiny skulls and flowers. Georgie had a small book on her lap, and was mumbling what appeared to Darcy to be some sort of incantation.
Horrified, Darcy didn't know what to do. Should he confront Georgie and ask what was going on? Maybe she was in some sort of self-induced trance, and he shouldn't disturb her? His stomach went into knots when he saw her pick up a skull and put it in her mouth.
Sensing her brother's presence, Georgie turned around. "Hi Will. I was just talking to Mommy."
Darcy stood stock still, wondering whether to call her doctor or an exorcist. "What?"
"Well, usually I write to her."
"You write to Mom?"
"Yes, in my journal. I talked to Dr. Lucas about how much I still miss Mommy sometimes, and she said it might help to write letters to Mommy. So sometimes I write to her in my journal. But Lizzy said-"
"Lizzy?"
"Lizzy Bennet. She gave me the skulls. She bought them for this morning, for the Day of the Dead."
"The what?"
"The Day of the Dead. It's Mexican. I was wishing I could decorate Mommy and Daddy's graves, so Lizzy suggested I light candles because that's what some people do. And she gave me some of the skulls, too."
"Oh." She made it sound so harmless. But the skull thing was creepy. What sort of thing was this Bennet creature into? Nothing he could do about it tonight, he supposed. "Well, goodnight Sweetie. Remember to blow out the candles before you go to bed."
"I will. Good night."
Will went into his study and sat at his desk. He pulled out his address book to look up Dr. Lucas's phone number. The book fell open to another page. Inspired, Darcy dialed the number in front of him.
"Richard? I need to ask you about something. Remember when you were posted to the embassy in Mexico City?"
Posted on Monday, 5 November 2001
November 3
Mrs. Reynolds opened the door to the apartment, and was swept into a strong embrace.
"Hello, Gorgeous!" He swung her around then set her down at arm's length. "You look younger every time I see you!"
"And you get more outrageous every time I see you! How are you Colonel?"
Tall, broad-shouldered, with closely cropped blond hair, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam snapped to attention and saluted. "Reporting for mischief, Ma'am! "
A deep voice interrupted their laughter, "Will you ever grow up, Richard?"
"Lordy, I hope not, Darce! How are you? Still working too hard, I'll bet."
Mrs. Reynolds smiled as the cousins hugged each other. "Coffee in the living room?"
"Yes, thanks, Mrs. R."
During a lull in the conversation, the cousins studied each other thoughtfully.
"You look tired, Darce."
"You, on the other hand, look disgustingly healthy."
"You need to get back in training, man."
"I know. It's hard getting into a new routine. I haven't found a good jogging route yet."
"Or a favorite restaurant, or a favorite bookstore, or a new girlfriend. You don't do change well, cousin."
"And you thrive on it." They regarded each other warmly, both wondering how such different personalities could form such a close bond.
"Couldn't do what I do if I didn't. But back to the girlfriend thing. You need to find someone."
"I am well aware of that, Richard. But there doesn't seem to be time, much less opportunity. What about you? How many girlfriends have you had since I saw you last?"
Richard smirked, "More than you've had, old boy."
"Anyone at the moment?"
"Actually, there is."
Just then, the door burst open and Georgie and Kitty came in, arms loaded with shopping bags. Georgie let out an ear-piercing scream.
"RICHARD!!!" She dropped her packages and flew across the room. Richard stood to catch her in his arms.
"It's good to see you, too!" Then, in a lower voice, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, forgive me! Richard, this is my friend Kitty Stevens. Kitty, this is my cousin, Richard Fitzwilliam."
Richard took Kitty's hand and kissed it gallantly. Kitty blushed.
Georgie nudged her friend. "Don't even think about him. His idea of a long-term relationship is a second date."
The girls disappeared down the hall. Richard stared after them in stunned silence.
"Who is this spunky girl? We're getting the old Georgie back, Darce. Whatever you've been doing, it's working."
"I don't know what it is. I suspect that getting back to school has helped the most. And she has made some new friends, particularly Kitty."
"She's a cute kid."
"Richard!" growled Darcy.
"Just commenting. She's way too young for me, I know that. But tell me more about this woman who is teaching Georgie the ins and outs of witchcraft."
"You are not going to let go of that, are you?"
"Sorry, couldn't resist." Mrs. Reynolds came in to pick up the empty coffee cups. Richard smiled up at her. "Mrs. R, do you know about the Day of the Dead?"
"Is it that creepy movie about zombies?"
Richard laughed, "You're as bad as my cousin. No, the movie is called 'The Night of the Living Dead.' Great horror flick, by the way."
Mrs. Reynolds shook her head. "Incorrigible. Are you staying in for supper?"
"Not me, I'm going out to carbo-load at the pasta feast!"
Posted on Monday, 5 November 2001
November 4
"Will! Come on! They're about to start!"
"You won't be able to pick him out in that crowd." Darcy joined his sister in the living room and they watched the start of the New York City Marathon. From one end to the other, runners filled the Verazanno Narrows Bridge.
"Where's my camera? We should get going!"
"Sweetie, Richard won't be at the finish line for hours. We have plenty of time to get to the park."
"It's such a beautiful day. Let's go early and enjoy the fresh air."
"Great idea, Lizzy! Should we see if Charlotte can come with us?"
"She already declined. She's catching up on some work today."
"Oh. Do you know anyone running today?"
"No, don't think so, but it will be good people watching."
They walked to Central Park. As soon as they got into the park, they saw the crowds.
"Wow! It's a mob scene."
"There's an understatement, if ever I heard one, Jane. Why don't we plop down here?" Lizzy pointed to a sunny patch of grass. Lizzy sat down and began to read the Sunday Times while Jane went in search of coffee.
Jane returned with two large cups of coffee.
"Thanks," said Lizzy as she reached for one of the cups. "You know, this guy is good."
"Who?"
"This reporter. Here read it." Lizzy handed Jane a section of the paper.
"Oh, I'm not a big sports fan."
"Doesn't matter. Just read it. He has a great style."
Jane read the article about the World Series. She looked up at Lizzy. "You're right. This guy is good. I like the way he compares the Yankees' three last-ditch wins as a metaphor for the city's ability to recover from anything."
"Glad you liked it." Lizzy and Jane looked up to see a young man beaming down at them. He knelt down on the grass beside them and held out his hand.
"Hi. I'm Charles Bingley. May I join you?"
Lizzy waved at the patch of grass, "Sure. I'm Lizzy Bennet. This is my sister, Jane. Are you here to cover the race?"
"Yes. Interview the winners, talk to some of the waiting friends and family. Are you here for anyone in particular?"
"No, just enjoying the sunshine. This is great weather for the race. Clear, not too warm."
"Do either of you run?"
This time Jane answered, "Lizzy does."
"And what do you do to stay in shape?" asked Charles admiringly. "Or are you one of those lucky people who doesn't need to exercise?"
Jane laughed, "I wish! I dance."
"Dance? You mean like aerobic dancing?"
"Ballet classes. It's good exercise."
"Do you dance with a company here in New York?"
"Oh, no, I'm not a professional. I take class because I love it and for the exercise, too."
Lizzy looked around, hoping to find an excuse to leave Jane and her new conquest alone. She found it in the form of Georgiana Darcy. She got up.
"Excuse me. I see Georgie. I'm going over to see if she's waiting for anyone. See you later."
She smiled, pleased that her departure was barely noticed.
Lizzy found Georgie standing under the "F" sign.
"Hey there! You waiting for someone?"
"Lizzy! Hi! Yes, I'm waiting for my cousin. Hey, Will, look who's here!"
"What? Oh, hello Ms. Bennet."
"Hello, Mr. Darcy. How are you?"
"Fine."
Well, isn't this sparkling conversation? thought Georgie. "Um, is your sister here with you?"
"Yes, she's chatting with a guy she just met. You've seen her. She's a guy magnet. I should probably hate her, but she's such a sweetheart, I couldn't possibly hate her. Anyhow, I decided to give them some space."
"That was kind of you." She turned to her brother. "Will, could you get me some water?"
"Sure. Ms. Bennet, can I get you anything?"
"No thanks," she held up her cup. "I'm still working on my coffee."
They watched Darcy walk over to a vendor's cart. Georgie spoke quickly.
"Lizzy, can you help me? Chris is running today, and I want to see him when he gets here. Would you stay and talk to my brother and my cousin so that I can get away for a few minutes to see Chris?"
"Chris Carter?"
"Uh huh. Isn't he cute?"
"Yes he is. But I think he may have a girlfriend. I've seen a fair number of the volunteers flirt with him, but he never seems interested. On the other hand, maybe he's just waiting for Ms. Right."
"I like that version better," grinned Georgie.
Darcy turned around, bottles in hand. He looked at his sister laughing with Lizzy Bennet. He felt a pang of jealousy. Georgie was always so serious around him. Why couldn't she be happy like that with him?
As he handed Georgie her water, they heard a shout go up from the crowd at the finish line. The winner had arrived. They expected Richard to arrive about 30 minutes behind the first finishers. They watched runners arrive at the meet and greet area. Lizzy and Georgie chatted while Georgie kept an eye on the area beneath the "C" sign.
"RICHARD!" Georgie jumped up and down, waving her hand wildly.
Wrapped in a mylar blanket, Richard found his cousin and gave her a hug.
"How was your time?" asked Darcy?
"Best yet."
"Well done! Do you need to cool out some more?"
Richard nodded. "Just a bit."
Georgie thought she saw a red head in the crowd and knew she had to work fast. "Richard, I'd like you to meet my friend Lizzy Bennet. Lizzy, this is my cousin, Richard Fitzwilliam. While you get acquainted, I'll just go run over there. I see some friends from school. I'll see you guys at home."
"Hi Lizzy. Nice to meet you. Do you know what that hasty departure was about?"
"No, no, we girls never tell on each other." Seeing Darcy's angry face, she relented a bit. "She has a friend who's running in the race. I guess some of her other friends were over there in the welcoming committee."
They walked around slowly so that Richard could cool out properly. Lizzy and Richard chatted about nothing in particular. Darcy walked along with them, but said nothing, despite several attempts on Richard's part to draw him into the conversation.
Lizzy smiled at Richard, "It was nice meeting you, but I must go. My sister's friend is bound to be busy doing interviews by now. I should go catch up with Jane. Congratulations on bettering your time."
The two men watched Lizzy walk away.
"So," said Richard, "That's your suspected witch? Cute. Very cute."
"Good Lord, Richard, didn't you tell me you're seeing someone?"
"Hey, you know me, Darce, I've never made a secret of my inability to be serious about a relationship." He began to waltz with an imaginary partner.
If I cannot fondle the hand that I'm fond of
I'll fondle the hand at hand.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.*
* "When I'm Not Near the Girl I Love" from "Finian's Rainbow" by Lane and Harburg
Posted on Monday, 19 November 2001
November 5
"Mrs. R.! We're here!" Georgie burst into the apartment. "And we're hungry!"
"Hello, girls. I just happen to have some fresh ginger cookies. Where will you be studying?"
"We'll be in the den. Thanks, Mrs. R."
Georgie and Kitty dropped their bags and flopped onto the sofa. Georgie pulled out a thick history book.
"Ugh! I am so not in the mood to study."
"And would that be because of yesterday? I can't believe you did that, Georgie!"
"I know. I saw him arrive, and I just ran over. I guess I was so excited that I didn't think, I just gave him a big hug. I had no idea all his old frat brothers would be there. I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole."
"At least he was nice about it."
"Yes, that was sweet. He could have totally blown me off, but instead he introduced me as his girlfriend. I was so flustered that I babbled something about catching up to my cousin and brother."
Kitty giggled and shook her head. Just then, Mrs. Reynolds walked in.
"My, my, I didn't know studying could be so much fun." She set down the tray of milk and cookies. She smiled approvingly at the happy faces in front of her. She couldn't remember how long it had been since Georgie had indulged in a fit of giggles.
After Mrs. Reynolds left, Kitty asked, "So you just ran off, then?"
"We-ell, not exactly."
"What?"
"Before I left, he kissed me."
"Yessss!" squealed Kitty, bouncing up and down. "I told you he likes you! Do you think he'll ask you out?"
"I couldn't! Will would go ballistic."
"What can he do? You're over 21, Georgie, he can't run your life for you."
"It isn't like that. He would worry too much."
"Doesn't he trust you?"
"It's more complicated than that. Kitty, if I tell you this, promise you won't repeat it?"
Kitty's expression turned serious as she answered, "I promise." Georgie took a deep breath and began her story.
"There was this guy. He was a family friend, Will had known him for ages. When we lived in Boston, Will worked constantly, and all I did was go to school and study. George moved to Boston and looked us up. He and Will didn't seem to have a lot to say to one another, but I just figured Will was too busy to hang out with George.
"George was someone nice to talk to. We went out to lunch a few times. He told me funny stories of days at school with Will. We became a little secret club, with only two members. One day he suggested we go to Salem for lunch. It was just after Halloween, and I told him how trips to Salem for Halloween had become a tradition for Will and me. George asked me to show him Salem. But we never got there.
"On the way to Salem, George said he had to make a quick stop to see a business contact. He said it would just take a few minutes, and then we'd go to Salem. So he pulled into this big office park. I thought it was odd when he drove to the farthest corner of the farthest parking lot from the buildings." Tears welled up in her eyes. Kitty took her hand and gave it a sympathetic squeeze.
"That's when he jumped me. I mean he was all over me instantly. I tried to say 'No,' but he wouldn't stop. I pushed him off and managed to get out of the car. He chased me and dragged me into the trees. He threw me on the ground, and..."she started to sob.
"Oh, honey, how awful. Did he-"
Georgie nodded. "And then he beat me and left me there, unconscious."
"The dirty b*****d! What happened when you came to?"
"I came to in the hospital. Will was there. He had been frantic when I didn't come home for dinner. He called the police, and they recognized me from his description. A security guy doing an early evening check around the perimeter of the office park found me at the edge of the woods."
"How awful. What happened to what's-his-name, George, was it?"
Georgie nodded, "George. Yeah, George and Georgie. He thought it was funny, having almost the same name. He's in jail. He doesn't come up for parole for quite a while, and Will says he's supposed to be notified of any parole hearings, so he can go and convince them to keep the pig locked up."
"Good. They should throw away the key. How long ago was this?"
"A year. What's today? Oh, God, no wonder it has been on my mind. It's one year ago tomorrow. A whole year lost. I was a total mess. Dropped out of college, didn't leave the house except to go to my shrink. We finally decided that a move was the solution, so we came here to start over."
Kitty gave her a hug. "I'm so sorry you went through all of that. But I am glad you came to New York."
"Me, too," sniffed Georgie. "Thanks for listening. I haven't told anyone outside of the family, except my shrink."
"You still see your shrink?"
"Not the one in Boston. A new one here. She's cool. It was her idea for me to sign up at the museum. That has been such fun. Lizzy's been great."
Kitty nodded, "She's the best. Like the coolest big sister you could find."
Their conversation was interrupted by the ring of the telephone. Georgie picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Georgie? It's Chris."
Georgie's eyes widened and she mouthed "Chris" to Kitty. Kitty grinned and punched the air, in the familiar "yesss!" gesture.
"Hi! Are you tired from yesterday?" She blushed Gah, genius, bring up the embarrassment!
"Yeah, a little. I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie or something. Um, I gather that your brother is, well, kind of protective. If it would make things better for you with him, we could set up a double with Kitty and her boyfriend."
"Uh, she isn't seeing anyone special, but I could ask her." Kitty looked at Georgie quizzically. Georgie pointed at Kitty, who looked confused. Was Chris trying to ask out her instead of Georgie?
"So is that a tentative yes?"
"Oh, I guess it is."
"Cool. Look, do you want to talk to Kitty and see what she says? If she isn't seeing someone, maybe I could set her up with Sandy. He hasn't been serious about anyone since he broke up with Allie and he was hanging out with Kitty at the Halloween party, so, y'know, I thought maybe they'd be interested. Why don't you call Kitty and get back to me? OK?"
Silence.
"Georgie? Are you still there?"
"Yes," she squeaked. Then she adopted a calmer tone. "I'll call Kitty now and let you know. Give me your number so I can call you back."
Georgie's grin was so wide she thought her skin would split. She scribbled the number in the back of a notebook and hung up.
"Woo hoo! He wants to take me out! And he suggested a double with you and your boyfriend-"
"Which I don't have, thank-you-very-much."
"Wait! Let me finish! When I said you weren't seeing anyone special he suggested-are you ready?"
"Who?" Kitty was bouncing again.
"Sandy!"
"Omigod! Are you serious? He's adorable!" She grabbed the phone and handed it to Georgie. "Call Chris back!"
"No," smirked Georgie. "We let him wait a teeny bit. Wouldn't want to look anxious, now would we?"
"I don't believe this. I think I need to see some identification, young lady. Who are you, and where is the shy Georgie Darcy I go to school with?"
"I don't know and I don't care!"
Their bouncing and giggling was interrupted by a male voice.
"What don't you care about?"
"Richard! This cool guy from school asked me out!"
"Does Darce know?"
"Not yet. You'll help me tell him, right? It isn't just for me, it's a double for Kitty and this cute guy she likes. Please?"
He looked at the two eager faces, and shook his head.
"Whatever." He swiped the last of their cookies and went to the guestroom to escape the giggling.
Posted on Monday, 19 November 2001
November 6
Georgie dropped her tote bag in the foyer and bounced into the dining room.
"How are your legs this morning, Richard? Recovered yet?"
"Good morning, Gorgeous Georgie! Do you have classes today?"
"Yes, of course."
"But it's Election Day."
"I know, I'll vote on my way this morning. It doesn't take all day to vote. What about you? When are you voting?"
"Been there, done that."
She looked him over appraisingly. "In your jammies?"
"No, I voted weeks ago. I always vote by absentee ballot because I'm never sure where I'll be on Election Day."
"So how long will you be here?"
"I'm going to find out today. There's a chance that I'll be in New York for a few months. If that happens, I'll open up the apartment."
"What? You don't want to sponge off your cousins?" Will entered the room and sat at the table. Georgie kissed the top of his head and leaned over to pick up the coffee pot.
"Morning, Will. Sleep well?" She poured coffee for all of them.
"Yes. Will you be in for dinner tonight?"
"Uh huh."
"Rich?"
"I think so. I'll call and leave a message with Mrs. R if I'll be out. If you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed. Oh, and Will," he smirked, "Don't forget to vote!"
Georgie stared at the cousin's departing form. "What was that about?"
"Oh, Rich and I almost always vote for different candidates. We tend to cancel out each other's votes. But at least we don't argue about politics any more. We've agreed to disagree."
"How mature you are, Will. Such a good role model."
He raised one eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling I'm being buttered up?"
"No, I'm just in a good mood!"
"Not that I'm complaining, but I am surprised. I was a little afraid that this would be a bad week for you."
"I talked to Dr. Lucas about it, and that helped. But what really helped was that yesterday I told Kitty."
"All of it?"
"Uh huh. It felt so good to be able to trust a friend enough to tell the worst thing there is about me. And she still likes me, despite the fact that I was stupid about George."
"No, no, not stupid. Remember-Wickham bad, Georgiana good. Right?"
"I love you!"
She hugged Will, and ran to the door. "Go vote!" she cried over her shoulder.
Kitty caught up with Georgiana outside their European History class. Both girls were wearing stickers that said "I voted." The girls were comparing notes about their choices when Professor Elliot walked by. Noticing the stickers, she smiled.
"Very good, ladies. Glad to see you exercised your rights this morning!"
They followed her into the classroom. As they sat down, Kitty leaned over and whispered to Georgiana.
"Hey! I saw Chris as I was leaving the lab last hour. He asked me if I knew your schedule for today. He wanted to know what time you eat lunch. He knows we have class here. I wouldn't be surprised if he's waiting for you after class."
They high-fived each other just before Professor Elliot began the day's lecture.
Edward Gardiner looked at the anxious faces before him. An unexpected staff meeting always made people nervous.
"I won't take much of your time this morning. I just want to alert you that we are facing some budget problems. I'm sure you are all aware that museum visitation is down. Admissions in September and October were way off, and many of our upcoming school trips have been canceled.
"Programs and exhibits that have had budget approval will move forward. Some of these have grant money or corporate sponsorship, so we know they're safe. New projects on the drawing board may or may not actually happen. In-house development may continue on all approved projects. However, please check with me before you spend any money outsourcing design or construction."
He looked around the room. "Any questions? Jane?"
"I'm in the process of doing contracts for next spring's members' trips. Should I hold off on those?"
"They pay for themselves, don't they?"
"Oh, yes. They generally sell out or at least sell enough tickets to cover costs and more."
"Then that should not be affected."
Lizzy listened to the discussion of various exhibits and activities. She thought back to what she had overheard the previous week. What if she had alienated Mr. Darcy so much that he did something to interfere with a grant? Dr. Gardiner's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Cheer up, Lizzy. Your workers are volunteers. We don't have to pay them, so you shouldn't have any budget worries."
The little joke lightened the mood in the room, but it didn't alleviate Lizzy's concerns.
Jane and Lizzy left the meeting together. They walked toward their offices in silence. Jane had noticed Lizzy's preoccupation, but was distracted when her assistant handed her a message slip.
"Phone call for you, Jane."
"Thanks." Jane looked down at the paper and smiled. "Lizzy! He called! I gave him my number, but I wasn't sure he'd call."
"So go call him back. Go, go go!" Lizzy shooed Jane to her desk.
"Great dinner, as usual, Mrs. R. Don't supposed you'd care to defect and work for me?"
"Thank you, Mr. Fitzwilliam. But I am quite happy where I am."
"Honestly, Richard," groused Darcy. "When will you stop trying to get Mrs. R. to run away with you?"
"What run away? I'm just talking about across the hall."
"Across the hall?" Darcy looked confused.
Georgie squealed, "Richard! You're opening the apartment? You're staying?"
Richard grinned, "Yup, a few months, anyhow, maybe more. So I'll open up the family digs across the hall."
"You don't need to, you know. You're welcome to stay with us."
"Thanks, Darce, but I've already done some shopping for my bachelor pad."
"Is this anything we can discuss in front of my sister?"
"She'll find out soon enough, and then I'll never be rid of her."
"What did you buy?"
"DVD and a killer big-screen TV. Can't wait for the weekend-all football, all day!"
"Cool! Wait until Kitty hears about this," cried Georgie. "I'm thinking BJD, I'm thinking P&P, I'm thinking..."
Richard interrupted, "I'm thinking plastic covers on the furniture if you and your girlfriends are going to watch chick flicks on my TV. I'm picturing drool all over the place. Ugh, and tear-soaked Kleenex from when you cry at the end."
Georgie huffed defensively, "Guys just don't appreciate the value of a healthy cry at a happy ending."
Richard shrugged, "Whatever."