Page 3 of A Man for Amanda
“For myself. This was different. Still, everything took longer than I thought it would, so I was afraid I wouldn’t get back and be able to stash it all before C.C. got home.” She rushed into her room to dump everything onto the big four-poster bed. “Then this stupid man got in my way and knocked everything all over the sidewalk.” Amanda stripped off her jacket, folded it, then laid it neatly over the back of a chair. “Then he had the nerve to try to pick me up.”
“Really?” Always interested in liaisons, romances and assignations, Coco tilted her head. “Was he attractive?”
“If you go for the Wild Bill Hickok type. Anyway, I made it—no thanks to him.”
As Amanda sorted through the bags, Fred tried twice, unsuccessfully, to leap onto the bed. He ended by sitting on the rug to watch.
“I found some wonderful decorations for the bridal shower.” She began to pull out white-and-silver bells, crepe paper swans, balloons. “I love this frilly parasol,” she went on. “Not C.C.’s style maybe, but I thought if we hung it up over... Aunt Coco.” With a sigh, Amanda sat on the bed. “Don’t start crying again.”
“I can’t help it.” Already sniffling, Coco took an embroidered hankie from her apron pocket and dabbed carefully at her eyes. “She’s the baby, after all. The youngest of my four little girls.”
“There’s not one of the Calhoun women who could be called little,” Amanda pointed out.
“You’re still my babies, and have been ever since your mother and father died.” Coco used the hankie expertly. She didn’t want to smear her mascara. “Every time I think of her being married—and in only a matter of days, really—I just fill up. I adore Trenton, you know.” Thinking of her future nephew, she blew delicately into the hankie. “He’s a wonderful man, and I knew they’d be perfect together right from the start, but it’s all so fast.”
“You’re telling me.” Amanda combed a hand through her sleek cap of hair. “I’ve barely had time to organize. How anyone expects to put on a wedding with barely three weeks’ notice—or why they’d want to try—is beyond me. They’d be better off eloping.”
“Don’t say that.” Scandalized, Coco stuck her hankie back into her pocket. “Why, I’d be furious if they cheated me out of this wedding. And if you think you can when your time comes, think again.”
“My time isn’t going to come for years, if ever.” Meticulously Amanda tidied the decorations again. “Men are as far down on my list of priorities as they can get.”
“You and your lists.” Coco clucked her tongue. “Let me tell you, Mandy, the one thing you can’t plan in this life is falling in love. Your sister certainly didn’t plan it, and look at her. Squeezing fittings for a wedding dress in between her carburetors and transmissions. Your time may come sooner than you think. Why, just this morning when I was reading my tea leaves—”
“Oh, Aunt Coco, not the tea leaves.”
Grandly Coco drew herself up to her considerable height. “I’ve read some very fascinating things in the tea leaves. After our last séance, I’d think you’d be a bit less cynical.”
“Maybe something happened at the séance, but—”
“Maybe?”
“All right, something did happen.” Letting out a deep breath, Amanda shrugged. “I know C.C. got an image—”
“A vision.”
“Whatever—of Great-Grandmama Bianca’s emerald necklace.” And it had been spooky, she admitted to herself, the way C.C. had been able to describe it, though no one had seen the two tiers of emeralds and diamonds in decades. “And no one who’s lived in this house could deny that they’ve felt some—some presence or something up in Bianca’s tower.”
“Aha!”
“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to start gazing into crystal balls.”
“You’re just too literal minded, Mandy. I can’t think where you get it from. Perhaps from my Aunt Colleen. Fred, we must not chew on the Irish lace,” Coco cautioned as Fred began to gnaw on Amanda’s bedspread. “In any case, we were speaking of tea leaves. When I took a reading this morning, I saw a man.”
Amanda rose to hide the decorations in her closet. “You saw a man in your teacup.”
“You know very well it doesn’t work precisely like that. I saw a man, and I had the strongest feeling that he’s very close.”
“Maybe it’s the plumber. He’s been underfoot for days.”
“No, it’s not the plumber. This man—he’s close, but he’s not from the island.” She let her eyes unfocus as she did when she practiced looking psychic. “In fact he’s from some distance away. He’s going to be an important part of our lives. And—I’m quite sure of this—he’s going to be vitally important to one of you girls.”
“Lilah can have him,” Amanda decided, thinking of her free-spirited older sister. “Where is she anyway?”
“Oh, she was meeting someone after work. Rod or Tod or Dominick.”
“Damn it.” Amanda scooped up her jacket to hang it neatly in the closet. “We were supposed to go through more of the papers. She knew I was counting on her. We have to find some lead as to where the emeralds are hidden.”
“We’ll find them, dear.” Distracted, Coco poked through the other packages. “When the time is right. Bianca wants us to. I believe she’ll show us the next step very soon.”
