Hush-Hush

Chapter One I’d just finished eating a pretty messy lunch of leftover spaghetti in the library’s staff lounge when I felt someone staring at me. I glanced down and, sure enough, Fitz the library cat was staring intently at me, a clear message in his green eyes. “Can’t reach my lap, buddy?” I asked, scooting back away from the breakroom table. But Fitz didn’t seem to want to jump onto me. “How about if I join you on the floor?” I murmured, glad I’d had the foresight to wear slacks today. I was also glad I was wearing khaki slacks and not black ones that Fitz’s orange and white fur would have shown up on. I grabbed my book and settled with my back to the wall. Fitz, happy now, leapt into my lap and immediately curled up into a ball for a nap. Fortunately, I was using my e-reader and could rub Fitz with one hand and flip “pages” with the other. After a fairly steady diet of shocking and twist-filled psychological thrillers over the past few weeks, I was happy to return to a classic and one of my favorites: The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton. There wasn’t a whole lot of mirth going on in the book, but it was still an excellent read, as always. I looked at the clock and confirmed I had fifteen more minutes left of my lunch break before I needed to head back out to the library circulation desk. It seemed like no time at all had gone by before the door to the breakroom flew open and the room was besieged. At least, it felt as if it had been besieged. The reality was there was a woman who’d entered and it was no longer just Fitz and me, reading on the floor while a sunbeam filtered over my legs from the window. The woman, our new librarian, Ellie who’d been with us for about a month, seemed to be in her own little world . . . a world that involved getting a Slim-Fast shake from the breakroom fridge. She whipped out her phone when it started ringing and said in a husky voice, “Hi there. Still on for lunch? Great. See you then.” I was starting to feel very awkward on the floor and it wasn’t just because my legs were going to sleep with Fitz napping on them. Ellie clearly hadn’t spotted me yet, but I supposed she wasn’t used to looking on the floor for lunching librarians. I cleared my throat. Ellie shrieked and jumped back, which startled the sleeping Fitz into rearing up, fur standing on end, spitting and hissing. This further made Ellie shriek and throw her Slim-Fast, which fortunately wasn’t open yet. I put my hand on my heart and Ellie did the same. “Sorry for scaring you,” I said. Ellie seemed to be trying to catch her breath. Her blonde hair still looked perfect, but her sky-blue eyes were open wide. “Oh my gosh,” she said breathlessly. “I did not expect anyone to be on the floor. Ohh, is Fitz okay?” Fitz was a very laid-back cat, but he still looked rather alarmed. He calmed down and seemed pacified when Ellie reached out an apologetic hand to him. He bumped his orange head against it, purring his rough purr. The last thing I wanted to do after a restful lunch break was spend the remaining minutes with Ellie. There was nothing really wrong with Ellie, but there were some oddities about her. Considering her profession, she was inordinately chatty and didn’t seem to take a hint and be quiet if a patron (or co-worker) was reading or studying. I also had the feeling Ellie could be incredibly snoopy. I’d seen her listening intently to patron conversations on the other side of a bookcase when she was shelving . . . pausing dramatically in her task and really focusing on what the people were saying. I’d taken phone calls before and was positive Ellie was listening in to my one-sided conversation before quickly doing something else when I’d turned around. On the upside, I was relieved to have another full-time librarian on staff. My coworker Luna and I had been putting in a lot of hours before she was hired. The library was a busy one and when our director, Wilson, hired Ellie, it took a lot of the pressure off. “Fitz is fine,” I said with a smile to Ellie. “You know how cats are—they’re easily spooked.” She giggled. “Maybe I’m a cat then. I’ve been kind of jumpy lately.” I stood up and slid my e-reader into my purse. “I should get back to it. How are things going out there?” Ellie shrugged. “Pretty quiet, actually. That’s why I thought I’d go ahead and grab something to drink for a few minutes.” “I’ll leave you to it, then. Looks like Fitz is settling down with you, too.” Fitz had snuggled up against Ellie’s leg as she rubbed him. I headed out of the breakroom, cutting my lunch break a bit short but saving myself from further conversation with Ellie. Luna, my orange-haired (this week) coworker noticed. She came over from the children’s section, frowning. “You’re not taking a full lunch break? Are you insane?” I chuckled. “Maybe. I know the afternoon is probably going to be busy.” I nodded over to indicate the breakroom door. “Ellie was in the lounge, so I decided to cut things a little short.” Luna made a face. She was far from Ellie’s number one fan. “Then I totally understand it. To think I tried to be friends with her!” I shrugged. “Maybe we aren’t giving her enough of a chance. She might grow on us.” “Like poison ivy,” said Luna. “She’s impossible to be friends with.” “Which is saying something, considering you’re outgoing and so easy to make friends with. Ellie simply must not be trying.” Luna had tried to take Ellie under her wing when she started at the library. But every kind gesture Luna made was rebuffed by Ellie. Not only that, Luna overheard Ellie making snide comments on the phone about Luna’s colorful and unique fashion sense. We stopped talking as Ellie hurried back out of the breakroom. She gave them a cheery smile. “Heading out to lunch. See you soon!” She disappeared out the sliding door. Luna made a grumbling noise. “So she’s heading for lunch ten minutes early. On your lunch break. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she planned it that way—to drive you out of the breakroom and then take part of your lunch when you’re back at the circulation desk.” “Ellie should be grateful Wilson has been so distracted.” Luna chuckled. Her mother, Mona, had recently embarked on a new relationship with Wilson, and it was still in the delicate beginning stages. Wilson was such a stickler for punctuality that it was lucky for Ellie he’d been so consumed with the budding relationship. “Yes, it’s been interesting to see Wilson not completely on top of things,” said Luna. “Have you noticed how casual he’s gotten? In terms of his wardrobe, I mean?” My eyes grew big. “Casual? Wilson?” “That’s right. Sometimes he doesn’t wear a tie with his suit. Sometimes he wears a tie but no jacket. That’s progress, right?” Luna grinned at me. Wilson’s usual uniform was an immaculate suit and well-polished shoes. “I must not have been paying very close attention. Now I’ll have to really look.” Luna nodded behind me. “Well, you’re about to get your chance. Here he comes now.” Wilson walked over to join us, frowning vaguely as we both smiled at him. “You two look like Cheshire cats.” I saw Wilson was indeed wearing a navy-blue blazer, khaki pants, and a bright white shirt. This, for Wilson, was quite casual indeed. “Inside joke,” said Luna breezily. “Is your mother coming in today?” asked Wilson to Luna. “Of course. There’s film club.” Luna quirked an eyebrow at him. “I understand you’re going to be the one presenting this time?” Wilson put a hand up to pull at his non-existent tie. “Yes. Yes, that’s right.” He paused. “I was thinking perhaps film club wouldn’t have much of a turnout. You know, with the rain and everything.” Was Wilson a little nervous about presenting the film? He did tons of public speaking in front of what was high society for Whitby, North Carolina. It surprised me he could be anxious about appearing in front of any group. But then, if Mona was there, it wasn’t really just any group. Luna said, “Low turnout? At film club?” She glanced over at me. “Ann, isn’t film club usually packed?” “We have a group of avid regulars who really try to make every meeting.” I shrugged. “That’s not to say that there couldn’t be a day with unusually low turnout.” But I seriously doubted it. Wilson looked a bit deflated. Luna put her hands on her hips. “I don’t totally understand, Wilson. Are you hoping there won’t be many people here? Because that doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t sound very library-director-ish.” Wilson waved his hand in the air in dismissal. “No, no, of course not. I want all of our library programs to flourish. I suppose I just want this event to go especially well since Mona was so excited about my heading up the group today. As a guest.” There seemed to be a slight emphasis on guest as if he was making a point that this would most likely be a one-time thing. I said, “I’ll go in there and get everything in the community room set up for you.” “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” said Wilson, although his eager expression belied his words. “It’s fine—I do it every time so it’s practically muscle memory now. What movie did you choose for the group?” Wilson said, “2001: A Space Odyssey.” I nodded and said, encouragingly, “That’s right. Classic movie.” Inside, though, I had the feeling Mona was going to be either exceedingly confused during the film, or possibly pull her knitting out in the middle of it. It was definitely one of those slow-build movies . . . visually amazing, but complex. Wilson said, “I did poll a few of the film club members when they came out of the meeting last month and asked if they’d seen the movie. Only one of them had.” I grinned. “Let me guess. Timothy had.” “That’s the young man who attends, isn’t it?” asked Wilson. I nodded. “Yes, he was the one.” Timothy was our youngest, but most avid member. He was a gangly teen who was able to make our meetings because he was homeschooled. He had a big, warm grin and always got along really well with our group. Plus, he was pretty much an expert when it came to films, having watched a wide range. He also seemed to like reading up on them. “Well, I’m sure he’ll love watching it again and the rest of the gang will enjoy seeing it for the first time. It’s supposed to be Kubrick’s masterpiece, after all,” I said. Wilson brightened at this, although there was still just the smallest wrinkle of concern between his brows. “Would you like me to moderate the meeting along with you?” I suggested slowly. He brightened again but then shook his head. “Ordinarily, that would probably make the facilitation a lot easier but the truth is I completely forgot about the class this afternoon that I said I’d help teach. It popped up as a reminder on my computer a few minutes ago and is actually the reason I was looking for you.” A class he was sure to ask me to teach. One I hadn’t prepared for. This afternoon was going from bad to worse. “Sure,” I said, trying to infuse my voice with a little enthusiasm. “What’s the class on?” “You won’t have to prepare, don’t worry. It’s an introduction to Word. I’d meant to bring in Frank Morrison to handle it so I could just do a short intro and leave the class up to him, but I completely forgot.” This was all very un-Wilson-like, which was proof again that Mona had really flustered him, and not all in a good way. Plus, people who took intro to Word classes tended to need a lot more help with computers than the ordinary user. “No problem,” I said with a tight smile. Wilson gave me a relieved grin in response. “Perfect. All right then, I guess I better practice what I’m going to say about the film. See you in a bit.” As he headed off, I went into the community room to set things up in there for film club. This involved pulling out chairs, getting the computer set up to show and project the movie, and pulling the popcorn machine out of the storage closet and getting it ready. Then there was a flurry of activity at the circulation desk as all the parents and toddlers from Luna’s storytime came up to check out board books and picture books of all persuasions. Luna walked up to me after the crowd dissipated. “All right, now I’m ready for my lunch break and it sure would be nice to see Ellie coming back in right around now.” I glanced at the clock. “So she left early and is coming back late. Nice.” “Ugh. Wilson only seems to pay attention when I’m the one doing stuff like this. So annoying.” She wandered over to the door and looked out. She turned around to stare at me, eyes wide. “She’s back.” “Well, it’s not that shocking,” I said. “Ellie was going to eventually return if she wanted to keep her job.” “Yes, but she’s getting out of someone else’s car. A man’s car.” I shrugged as I wiped down the circulation desk with a wipe. “She’s allowed to date. I’d be surprised if she didn’t date.” “Yeah, but this is a married man. Ted Griffith! I went to high school with him and he’s been married to Sunny since right after we all graduated.” Luna hurried back toward me so she wouldn’t be caught snooping as Ellie apparently started walking toward the library. Luna affected a bored, waiting look as Ellie came in. “Glad you’re here. I’m starving,” said Luna pointedly. Ellie gave her a breezy smile. “Well, go have some lunch. You’re allowed.” “Unfortunately, my break is going to be cut a little short since you’re back late. Part of the time I have to pick up my mom and bring her to the library for film club, so . . .” Luna shrugged and narrowed her eyes at Ellie. Apparently, you really couldn’t beat around the bush at all with Ellie. She was either going to completely ignore it or wasn’t capable of picking up on social cues. “Okay, well, tell her I said hi,” said Ellie breezily. “I’m gonna head over and do some shelving.” Luna growled under her breath as Ellie practically skipped over to a cart filled with books and disappeared into the stacks. “I have a funny feeling about her shelving.” I grinned at her. “Oh, give her a break, Luna. She only uses shelving as an excuse to be on her phone some of the time.” Luna made a face. “That’s what I suspected. Okay, I better get out of here before I really start fuming.” The next forty-five minutes were quiet at the library, which was good since I had an unexpected class to teach. I looked up some tips on teaching Word and came up with a couple of handouts that the students could take home with them. I checked out the signup for the class and was surprised to see there were fifteen people enrolled. That was quite a lot for a library tech class, at least at our branch. When Luna returned from lunch with her mother in tow, Mona waved at me and came over to say hi. Luna seemed preoccupied with something going on in the parking lot behind her. “It’s Sunny Griffith,” she hissed at me as she hurried up. “Who?” I asked. “Sunny. She’s Ted’s wife. Plus, she’s just made it on the library board of trustees. Remember, I was telling you they’ve been together since we were all at high school together? I wonder if she saw Ellie and her husband together?” “Drama at the library,” I said dryly. Luna intoned, “Here she comes.”