Day Shift
Page 51
Exactly.
She put this thought on her mental back burner as she explained Manfred’s problem to Mamie, Suzie, and Tommy. And then she sketched in the plan she’d devised to solve it.
“Seems pretty weak, but I want to get out of this place for a day, so I’ll say yes,” said Tommy. “Girls?”
“He won’t hurt us?” Mamie said cautiously.
“No. If our friend Joe can’t go with you, another one of us will. We won’t let you get hurt.”
“What about stairs?” Mamie was being sure all her obstacles could be overcome.
“There are three steps up to the front door, and a flight of stairs inside. But there’s an elevator.” Olivia remembered seeing what had certainly seemed like an elevator door when she’d gone up the stairs, right beside the library. “I’ll make sure,” she said, though how she was going to do that she couldn’t imagine at the moment.
“So,” said Suzie, after an expectant pause, “what’s in it for us?”
On her walk over, Olivia had anticipated the question. “Two hundred dollars apiece,” she said.
“Two fifty,” Tommy said.
“Two twenty-five.”
“Done,” Mamie said, in her faint voice.
“Do I have to square this with Mrs. Whitefield?” Olivia asked.
“She ain’t our keeper,” Tommy said. “We can go where we want.”
“Long as we tell her we’re missing a meal,” Suzie said. “By the way, it would be nice to have a lunch or dinner somewhere else, while we’re making this big trip of yours. And not at our own expense.”
“Done,” Olivia said. After all, everyone had to eat. “I’ll come back and let you know, when we’ve finalized our arrangements.”
“And we want to go to the library in Davy,” Mamie said unexpectedly. “We need something to read, and they got the audiobooks there, we called to ask.”
Olivia was not much of a reader herself, but she approved of it as a pastime, so she said, “I’ll see if they have some kind of bookmobile, and if they don’t, I’ll take you myself.”
There were nods all around, and it seemed they’d struck a bargain.
“A real pleasure dealing with you, Olivia,” Tommy said.
When she exited through the lobby, Mr. Big Eyes was nowhere in sight. As Olivia walked back to the pawnshop, she felt well pleased with the day. Forward progress was always a good thing. Even a weak plan was better than no plan. And anything would do to fill in the time until Lemuel returned, especially since she hadn’t had a chance to start working on the proposal she’d received days before.
Olivia took a shower before she walked down to dinner to meet with Joe. Since the Home Cookin restaurant was the only place to eat in Midnight, it was fortunate for the Midnighters that Madonna Reed was an excellent cook of the home-style variety. Tonight, Madonna was experimenting with a chicken potpie, which meant that she’d had a lot of leftover vegetables and chicken. Since the menu at Home Cookin stayed pretty steady, a change was interesting.
Olivia met up with Manfred on the way through the door. Joe was waiting for them, and Chuy with him, which was no surprise. Rasta was sitting in Chuy’s lap. The Peke often came to meals with his humans, though Madonna had forbidden any feeding from the table or plate. Joe and Chuy had pretended to be shocked she’d think such a thing was possible. Instead of sitting at the big table in the center of the little restaurant, the usual spot for all town residents (and until the hotel had reopened they could all fit around it), the four settled in one of the booths against the west wall, which signaled they had something to talk about.
A teen boy from one of the ranches to the south of Midnight was working as a combination busboy/waiter. He hurried to bring them water and to take their drink orders. Chuy put Rasta down on the floor and pretended he wasn’t curious when Joe said, “What do you all want to talk about?”
Manfred said, “It’s like this. You know about my situation. With the law and with Lewis Goldthorpe.”
Joe and Chuy nodded.
“And you heard what Rachel said at the séance.” They nodded again.
“So Olivia has come up with a plan.”
Joe listened patiently as Manfred explained. Then Olivia told them about her bargain with Suzie, Mamie, and Tommy. Chuy, after he’d grasped the outline of the proposal, sighed and looked down at his cutlery.
“I can’t do it,” Joe said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go with the old people.”
Whatever Olivia had expected, it wasn’t a flat refusal.
“What—why?” she said, shocked.
“Olivia, we can’t be involved in this. Unless there’s a direct threat to us or our town.”
Olivia opened her mouth to protest. Chuy held up his hand.
“We aren’t what we once were. But we still have rules,” Chuy said.
“This is a direct threat,” Olivia argued.
“Not to us,” Joe said.
“Not to Midnight,” Chuy said.
“How is this different from Connor Lovell?” she asked. She did not raise her voice, but her intensity was laserlike.
Manfred inhaled sharply. He had not wanted to ever hear that name again. He knew Olivia had made a misstep.
“Let it go,” he told her. “Olivia, that’s their right.”
“Okay, then,” she said, struggling to regain her composure.
She put this thought on her mental back burner as she explained Manfred’s problem to Mamie, Suzie, and Tommy. And then she sketched in the plan she’d devised to solve it.
“Seems pretty weak, but I want to get out of this place for a day, so I’ll say yes,” said Tommy. “Girls?”
“He won’t hurt us?” Mamie said cautiously.
“No. If our friend Joe can’t go with you, another one of us will. We won’t let you get hurt.”
“What about stairs?” Mamie was being sure all her obstacles could be overcome.
“There are three steps up to the front door, and a flight of stairs inside. But there’s an elevator.” Olivia remembered seeing what had certainly seemed like an elevator door when she’d gone up the stairs, right beside the library. “I’ll make sure,” she said, though how she was going to do that she couldn’t imagine at the moment.
“So,” said Suzie, after an expectant pause, “what’s in it for us?”
On her walk over, Olivia had anticipated the question. “Two hundred dollars apiece,” she said.
“Two fifty,” Tommy said.
“Two twenty-five.”
“Done,” Mamie said, in her faint voice.
“Do I have to square this with Mrs. Whitefield?” Olivia asked.
“She ain’t our keeper,” Tommy said. “We can go where we want.”
“Long as we tell her we’re missing a meal,” Suzie said. “By the way, it would be nice to have a lunch or dinner somewhere else, while we’re making this big trip of yours. And not at our own expense.”
“Done,” Olivia said. After all, everyone had to eat. “I’ll come back and let you know, when we’ve finalized our arrangements.”
“And we want to go to the library in Davy,” Mamie said unexpectedly. “We need something to read, and they got the audiobooks there, we called to ask.”
Olivia was not much of a reader herself, but she approved of it as a pastime, so she said, “I’ll see if they have some kind of bookmobile, and if they don’t, I’ll take you myself.”
There were nods all around, and it seemed they’d struck a bargain.
“A real pleasure dealing with you, Olivia,” Tommy said.
When she exited through the lobby, Mr. Big Eyes was nowhere in sight. As Olivia walked back to the pawnshop, she felt well pleased with the day. Forward progress was always a good thing. Even a weak plan was better than no plan. And anything would do to fill in the time until Lemuel returned, especially since she hadn’t had a chance to start working on the proposal she’d received days before.
Olivia took a shower before she walked down to dinner to meet with Joe. Since the Home Cookin restaurant was the only place to eat in Midnight, it was fortunate for the Midnighters that Madonna Reed was an excellent cook of the home-style variety. Tonight, Madonna was experimenting with a chicken potpie, which meant that she’d had a lot of leftover vegetables and chicken. Since the menu at Home Cookin stayed pretty steady, a change was interesting.
Olivia met up with Manfred on the way through the door. Joe was waiting for them, and Chuy with him, which was no surprise. Rasta was sitting in Chuy’s lap. The Peke often came to meals with his humans, though Madonna had forbidden any feeding from the table or plate. Joe and Chuy had pretended to be shocked she’d think such a thing was possible. Instead of sitting at the big table in the center of the little restaurant, the usual spot for all town residents (and until the hotel had reopened they could all fit around it), the four settled in one of the booths against the west wall, which signaled they had something to talk about.
A teen boy from one of the ranches to the south of Midnight was working as a combination busboy/waiter. He hurried to bring them water and to take their drink orders. Chuy put Rasta down on the floor and pretended he wasn’t curious when Joe said, “What do you all want to talk about?”
Manfred said, “It’s like this. You know about my situation. With the law and with Lewis Goldthorpe.”
Joe and Chuy nodded.
“And you heard what Rachel said at the séance.” They nodded again.
“So Olivia has come up with a plan.”
Joe listened patiently as Manfred explained. Then Olivia told them about her bargain with Suzie, Mamie, and Tommy. Chuy, after he’d grasped the outline of the proposal, sighed and looked down at his cutlery.
“I can’t do it,” Joe said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go with the old people.”
Whatever Olivia had expected, it wasn’t a flat refusal.
“What—why?” she said, shocked.
“Olivia, we can’t be involved in this. Unless there’s a direct threat to us or our town.”
Olivia opened her mouth to protest. Chuy held up his hand.
“We aren’t what we once were. But we still have rules,” Chuy said.
“This is a direct threat,” Olivia argued.
“Not to us,” Joe said.
“Not to Midnight,” Chuy said.
“How is this different from Connor Lovell?” she asked. She did not raise her voice, but her intensity was laserlike.
Manfred inhaled sharply. He had not wanted to ever hear that name again. He knew Olivia had made a misstep.
“Let it go,” he told her. “Olivia, that’s their right.”
“Okay, then,” she said, struggling to regain her composure.
