a shower before Iâm going to be very good company at all.â
âThen come to dinner. Lainie and Ray will be home, and I know theyâd like to see you again. Lainie was telling me this morning how much she liked visiting with you last weekend and how much sheâd love to get to know you better.â
Dinner? Jess didnât know quite how to respond. Who invites a sweaty stranger to dinner? Who, in fact, invites anyone to dinner these days? But Miss Elizabeth, smiling at her with expectation, clearly meant what she said.
âI do thank you, Miss Elizabeth.â Jess could only imagine what Lainie might say coming home after being on her feet all day to find out a dinner party was in the offing. âBut my movers will be here soon, and Iâll be busy with that all day. Iâd love to stop by for that cup of coffee some day soon, though.â
âIf youâre moving in today, thatâs all the more reason to come for dinner. You probably wonât have a thing in the house to eat,and the Dip ânâ Dine closes early, you know. Shall we say about 7:00? You come too, Andy.â
Something in Miss Elizabethâs tone, warm as it was, said she wasnât used to being told no. Jess looked to Andy for support, but he just gave the cat one last scratch behind the ears and stood up.
âSounds great. I wouldnât miss it.â
Jess felt a wave of frustration. Leave it to Andy not to get that someone was going to have to fix that dinner, and it probably wasnât going to be the elderly lady leaning on the cane. But it appeared now that the dinner was going to take place whether Jess came or not. She tried to will her annoyance from both her expression and her voice.
âWell, then, thank you, Miss Elizabeth, and 7:00 it is. What can I bring?â
âJust your own sweet self. Oh, and just call me Elizabeth, honey. Most folks do. You too, Andy. Youâre all grown up now. Itâs okay.â
âAll right then, Elizabeth.â Andy stopped and considered, as if he were tasting his words. âNope. Doesnât sound right. Sorry, Miss Elizabeth.â
âIâll see you at 7:00 then. And thanks again.â Jess glanced at her watch. The movers werenât due till about 10:00, but still, she had a lot she needed to get done before she met them.
âI canât tell you how much Iâll be looking forward to it.â Elizabeth smiled and turned to go back inside. âAre you coming, Sam?â
As if he understood her, the cat stopped rolling on the sidewalk, jumped to his feet, and led the way. Jess watched Elizabeth ignore the ramp leading to her front door and carefully make her way up her front steps. Jess gave her one last wave and headed down the road, Andy beside her.
âWhat were you thinking, saying youâd love to come to dinner with almost no notice at all?â She gave Andyâs shoulder a little shove.
âWhat? You said youâd come too.â
âOnly after you did. Did you give any thought to the fact either Lainie or Ray is going to have to come home and fix dinner for us?â
âRay or Lainie? Why?â
âWell, who else? Elizabeth can hardly walk. You donât think sheâs going to cook, do you?â
Andy grinned as he broke into a slow jog. âHereâs your first bit of really useful Last Chance advice: never make the mistake of underestimating Elizabeth Cooley.â
Jess basked in a sense of accomplishment as she brought her car to a stop outside Elizabeth Cooleyâs gate just before 7:00. Not only was all her furniture in place and her bedroom nearly unpacked, but she had found her way back to Elizabethâs without having to ask directions. Okay, considering the size of Last Chance, maybe that wasnât all that much of an achievement, but she felt good about it nevertheless. And fresh from a shower and wearing clean clothes, she was feeling pretty darn good and
Stefan Zweig, Anthea Bell