Catch As Cat Can

                Not all the guests wallowed in riches. Tracy Raz drove Miranda in her Ford Falcon. People laughed, saying that Miranda would be buried in that car, which itself was over forty years old. Slimmed down, a smiling Miranda emerged from the car. She wore a red gown, almost medieval in style, which looked fabulous on her. She wasn't afraid to show off a bit, now that she had lost so much weight. As she passed along the receiving line, Big Mim, Little Mim,

                him, and Aunt Tally murmured to one another how youthful Miranda looked. Tracy, too, had lost some weight, scaling down to one hundred and seventy, what he had weighed when he made All-State from Crozet High.

                As Miranda and Susan had helped Harry make up and dress up, he young postmistress dazzled as she glided along the receiving line. A simple royal-blue sheath, with a plunging neckline made all he more daring by long sleeves, was perfect on her. Diego, in white tie at her shoulder, couldn't take his eyes off her.

                Nor could Fair Haristeen. Vowing to himself that he would win his ex-wife back before midsummer, he smiled, walked over, and made a point of engaging Diego in conversation.

                As they chatted, Lottie Pearson arrived with a subdued Donald Clatterbuck in tow. Uncomfortable in white tie, obviously rented at lie last minute, Don smiled sheepishly as people recognized him, which took a moment. Don hadn't even dressed up for his high-school graduation. As Roger O'Bannon had been a buddy, Don was dumbfounded by the news of his death. He wasn't at all sure he should be at Big Mim's. Lottie threw a fit when he tried to back out o he reluctantly accompanied the forceful woman.

                Thomas bent over and breathed into BoomBoom's ear, "Americans must learn never to rent evening wear. Good clothes last your /hole life."

                "Provided you stay in shape, which you have," she breathed right back into his ear, the color rising in his cheeks.

                "Ah, Diego." Thomas waved him over."I didn't see you come in." He bowed low to Harry."The beauty of Virginia's countryside ; exceeded only by the beauty of her women."

                Even BoomBoom, mouth slightly agape, blinked and said, Mary Minor, if only your mother could see you now."

                Harry laughed."I'm not sure she'd believe it." Noting Thomas's ad Diego's puzzled expressions she hastily added, "Mother despaired of transforming me into a proper lady. She would have been happier with a daughter like BoomBoom."

                "Harry, don't say that. Your mother loved you."

                "Boom, she loved me but she would have rather gone shopping with you."

                They laughed as Lottie Pearson, dragging Don, flounced by. Not able to resist Diego's handsome face, she stopped and made a point of introducing Don. The two Uruguayans made Don feel immediately at ease. They even pretended interest when Don held forth on the wonders of taxidermy. Lottie ignored him. He was occupied anyway. She wanted to corral Diego but had to settle for talking to him with Harry. She'd never thought much about Harry one way or the other but at that precise moment, Lottie loathed Harry Haristeen. Even the sidelong, knowing glances to Fair fell short of their intention. Fair did not pull Harry away from the dark handsome man nor did he make an effort to assist Lottie in her flirtations.

                "I know you all are wondering how I could come here tonight after Aunt Tally's but, well, I called Reverend Jones and he said I should follow my heart. After all, the O'Bannons aren't close friends and Roger, poor fellow, could be a pest. It's not like he was family and, well, people do the. What about all those football players who drop before they're forty?" Her hand fluttered to her throat."And you know how Big Mim gets if you miss one of her parties."

                "We know," Harry and Fair said in unison, then blushed. The years together often meant their thoughts were similar.

                "Is Big Mim such a dragon?" Thomas's pleasant voice coated each word like honey."She's so gracious."

                "As long as you do things her way." Lottie's lips formed a pout.

                Don, running his finger under his neckband, said with sense, "Ought not to criticize the hostess when you're enjoying her hospitality."

                Thomas bowed his head slightly to Don."A Virginia gentleman."

                "Don?" Lottie said with surprise.

                Harry deflected the conversation, speaking directly to Don Clatterbuck."How's my woodpecker?"

                "Frozen stiff." He laughed.

                "Woodpecker?" Thomas inquired.

                "When I woke up a few days ago, I found, well, actually, my ray cat, Pewter, found a pileated woodpecker. One of those huge woodpeckers. Dead. She pretended it was her kill, which if you now Pewter is absurd, but I finally convinced her to give it to me. lade a beeline for Don. He's the best. You should see his work." he paused and said, "Museum quality."