Digging Up The Dirt

Dickce snorted. “An’gel won’t ask you, but I will. Were they wearing any clothes?”

“Yes, fully clothed,” Barbie said. “They weren’t on the bed, mind you, but they might have ended up there. I don’t know. I shut the door and scurried back down the stairs. I decided I would wait and use the powder room downstairs. I’d gone up there, you see, looking for another bathroom and opened the wrong door. Obviously.” She knocked back more wine.

“If I were you, I’d go track Reba down and have a talk with her,” Barbie said. “And while you’re at it, you might as well go see Lottie.” She shook her head. “My so-called best friend, then and now, was also hot to get Hadley into bed. Her husband was my husband’s hunting and fishing buddy, if you’ll recall, and she was as eager for attention as I was.”

“Good grief, it’s like Peyton Place,” Dickce said, “except it’s all about one man. Did Lottie have any success with Hadley, do you know?”

Barbie shrugged. “She would never say, one way or the other. She seemed pretty hung up on him, even after I told her what I’d seen at your Christmas party. I had a hard time believing Hadley was really interested in Reba, frankly. I thought for sure the reason he was resisting my nubile young charms was Callie. I still think she was the one he loved. I saw him and Callie and that maid of hers, the one with the weird name, out and about several times in out-of-the-way places. I guess they took her along to make it look respectable.” She flashed a smile. “This was while I was out hunting for other prey, you understand.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t know any of this was going on,” An’gel said. “If you had any inkling, Sister, you never said a word to me about it.”

Dickce frowned. “To be honest, I had picked up a little hint here and there, but I never mentioned it”—she flicked her gaze toward Barbie and back again—“because I knew you hated to hear gossip like that.”

An’gel understood. Dickce had protected her from hearing these things until An’gel was able to deal with her own feelings toward Hadley. She smiled briefly, and Dickce winked.

“If you want to get to the truth of the matter,” Barbie said, “Hadley is the only one who can tell you what was really going on.”

“Yes,” An’gel said. “We plan to talk to him.”

“What about Sarinda? And Arliss?” Dickce asked, looking directly at Barbie. “They were around at the time. Was either of them involved with Hadley? Or did either of them want to be?”

Barbie shrugged. “Arliss had just gotten divorced from hubby number one, hadn’t she? I imagine she was on the prowl then as much as she is now.” She paused briefly. “Or I guess I should say, as much as she was before the accident. With Sarinda, well, who really knows? You know what they say about still waters.”

Dickce nodded. “I keep thinking about the way she jumped up and basically threw herself into Hadley’s arms the last time we saw her. That was such an odd thing to do, even as much as we know she liked attention. I think she must have had feelings for him.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Barbie said. “We were all circling around him in the old days like he was the last man on earth.” She snorted. “Handsome, rich, and charming. He had it all. Still does, frankly. Why is it that men only get sexier as they age, and we women get treated like we’re ready for the slag heap?”

“I haven’t been sitting on any slag heaps lately,” An’gel said in a tart tone, “and I don’t imagine you have been either. Most of that’s nothing more than Hollywood bull-hockey, and you know it.”

Barbie grinned. “That’s one of the reasons I get such a kick out of you, An’gel. You’re one tough broad.”

An’gel laughed. “If that’s all anyone can think of to put on my tombstone, I guess I wouldn’t mind. I’ve had to be. Most women have to be if they’re going to get anywhere in this world.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Barbie downed the rest of her wine. “Well, girls, it’s been, well, not exactly fun, but you know what I mean. I need to get going. Supposed to play tennis later on with Lottie, if she remembers to show up this time.” She rummaged in her purse and came up with a couple of twenty dollar bills. She dropped them on the table and stood. “That should cover my part of the tab. See you later, girls.”

An’gel and Dickce watched as Barbie headed for the door. An’gel was concerned that Barbie was a little inebriated, but she seemed fine. When the door closed behind her, An’gel turned to her sister.

“What do you think? Was she telling us the truth about her and Hadley?”

Dickce shrugged. “I think so, but we can’t really know for sure, can we? She seemed genuine when she told us Hadley wasn’t interested in her.”

Helen Louise came to the table to clear away their plates. “How was the cassoulet?”

“Superb, as always when we dine here,” An’gel said. “You are so talented.”

Helen Louise grinned. “Thank you, Miss An’gel. I’m simply doing what I love. I’m not sure why I ever bothered going to law school first.”