Vane-Tempest eyed her. “Well—well, whatever has come over him has been intensifying since that time. I was the man’s friend… when no one else wanted to hear about preserving the environment.”
Tucker
interrupted.
“Quiet,” Harry reprimanded her.
Vane-Tempest continued. “He’s argued with everyone. Aileen says he hardly speaks to her when he comes home at night. He goes into his den and pores over papers and maps. And yes, I am angry that he lobbied the commission to deny permission for me to establish a rock quarry. But I’ll get over it.”
“Will
“I didn’t act that badly,” Vane-Tempest defended himself. “He did.”
“He certainly did today.” Little Mim played with the soft leather weave of her Bottega Veneta bag.
“You should have offered him a share of the business when his term expired.” Mim surprised everyone with her comment, then added, “Really, people, how do you think anything gets done here?”
“That’s a bribe,” Miranda said firmly.
“No. You don’t ask him to vote your way, you simply offer him a job when his term expires. It’s done in Washington on an hourly basis and the pity of it is, it isn’t done well. We’d have better government if it were.”
“Cynic.” Vane-Tempest smiled.
“Realist.” Mim tapped her foot on the polished wooden floors, polished with use. “People in government can’t make money while they’re in government. So you must use your position to develop contacts for when your term expires.”
No one said a word for a minute. Mim had a way of boring straight to the heart of a problem. The truth was that Archie, a small printer by trade, didn’t make much money. The county-commission post carried no stipend and the time it sucked up diverted his attention from a business that could have been more lucrative.
“He’d never give up his business.” Vane-Tempest betrayed his own thoughts, which was exactly what Mim had hoped to achieve by being forthright. Being an Englishman, he couldn’t have known she was baiting him. The Virginians knew exactly what she was doing, which was why they fell silent after she spoke.
“Aileen could run it.” Little Mim worked well with her mother despite her irritation with her overbearing parent. “She runs it anyway.”
“Archie lacks the common touch and a good printer has to be able to deal with people who have little idea of how long it takes to print anything or what it costs. You’re right. He ought to turn the whole business over to Aileen. As for why he wanted to be a county commissioner, well, he has his pet concerns, but truthfully, he wanted the power.” Vane-Tempest cracked a knuckle, revealing his rare nervousness.
Vane-Tempest threw back his shoulders. “I can’t talk to Arch, obviously, but I do think some of you can. Maybe you can cast oil upon the waters.”
“”Yet man is born into trouble, as the sparks fly upward.“” Miranda quoted Job, Chapter 5, Verse 7.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the Englishman mildly inquired.
“I don’t know. Just popped into my head.” Mrs. H. laughed at herself.
Just then the Reverend Herbert Jones pushed open the door. Everyone stopped to stare at him.
“What do you think?” Herb asked.