the missus, Seven Eyes.â
âYou bet, Cap,â Seven Eyes replied. The second pirate was missing an eye. Unlike brown recluses, pirate spiders had eight eyes, arranged in two rows.
Edith and Felix had suspended themselves from a dust-encrusted shipâs lantern opposite the figurehead. The egg sac glimmered softly in the reflection of the streetlight outside. This is terrible, Edith thought. A hundred innocent lives cut off!
She and Felix exchanged glances, a cross fire of desperate looks from their dozen eyes. They were not in a good place to attack. Oliphant Uxbridge would be no help. His wife was growing hysterical as he continued to converse.
âOliphant! Heâs coming closer to the sac! Oliphant, do something!â
âI think we could make an arrangement of some sort. My wife, she is lovely, I admit. But, well ⦠I guess I could find anoth ââ
âAre you nuts?â Edith screamed. âYou lousy good-for-nothing!â
At that moment, there was another tiny glimmer above the shipâs figurehead.
âHi, guys!â said Julep.
Edith was stunned. How in the name of silk and venom had her daughters gotten there so quickly? But there they were! The two girls were swinging from silken threads attached to a block and tackle used for hoisting sails.
âAhoy there!â cried Jo Bell, wiggling a dragline.
The two pirates launched themselves toward the sisters. But blinded by the streetlight outside, they had not seen the kill trap that Julep and Jo Bell had spun. They were caught! Julep and Jo Bell perched in opposite corners of the kill trap, paying out binding silk as fast as they could.
âMake it tight. Steer clear of their fangs, girls.â Edith paused to look at her three children in awe. âBrilliant, just brilliant,â she murmured.
âThank you!â Mrs. Uxbridge gasped. âI donât know how to thank you. Your courage, your kindness.â
âYes, we cannot thank you enough,â Oliphant chimed in.
Mrs. Uxbridge swung herself toward her husband and glared.
âWhat do you mean WE! You mealy-fanged, gutless, pompous ass. As soon as the eggs hatch, Iâm out of here. And you get out now, on the double. Find yourself another figurehead to spin a web in. And find yourself another mate, as you suggested when you were about to hand me over to those thugs!â
âYou canât mean it, dearest.â
âI do mean it, and donât dearest me.â
Fat Cat meowed, âBravo, madame!â
âMrs. Uxbridge, you are welcome to move onto the Constitution with us,â Edith said.
âMy dear, donât you want to reconsider?â Oliphant persisted.
âNo, Oliphant. I donât. But I do owe Mrs â¦. what is your name?â
âEdith, just call me Edith.â
âI do owe you an apology, Edith. You are not vulgar at all. And you may call me by my first name â Glory.â
âOh, my! My!â Edith murmured to no one in particular. âLetâs go back and get settled. Itâs been quite a night.â
Julep, Felix, and Jo Bell exchanged glances. The S word again. Whenever Edith said the word âsettled,â they knew she was anything but. However, they followed their mother back to the Constitution .
D espite Edithâs worries, life was settled for a while. Oliphant Uxbridge moved to another shipâs figurehead. He lost no time in taking up with another orb weaver. Gloryâs egg sac hatched, but unfortunately the proprietor of the store left the door wide open on the very day the spiderlings arrived. A fresh breeze swept into the shop and all one hundred twenty-two little Uxbridges blew away, out of the shop and onto the winds to find their own way in the world. Glory was very upset and often dropped in to visit Edith.
âImagine losing a husband and one hundred twenty-two children all within such a short time.â Edith shook her head in sympathy.
Desiree Holt, Brynn Paulin, Ashley Ladd