âHow about coming over and eating with us?â I paused and added, âBrian would have asked you, but heâs got his hands full with a paintbrush.â
âSure,â she said enthusiastically. âIf Brian can pick me up. Gretchen and I are sharing Momâs car, but she drove it to the media lab. Sheâs planning to work with Kitt this evening, so Iâm on my own. Iâd love to come for pizza.â
I hadnât thought of transportation. Between the kids and their friends, I sometimes feel like Iâm running a taxi service. âWe can save Brian a trip into town if I pick you up on my way home from the shop,â I said. âOkay?â
âSure. Thatâll be great,â Jake said. âThanks!â
I said good-bye and hung up quickly, before she could ask if there was any news from the hospital. I didnât want to tell her that Dr. Prior was deadânot over the phone. She was going to be very upset.
âJake thinks her sister is working with Kitt at the lab all day,â I told Sheila. âNo help there. But she did say that Gretchen is driving their motherâs car.â
âRight,â Sheila said, sounding resigned. âKitt can give me a description of Gretchen, and I can pull the motherâs vehicle registration. But Iâll have to phone the sister and get a number where I can reach the parents.â
I copied Jakeâs cell number and gave it to her. âBut could you hold off on contacting her?â I asked, still concerned about frightening Jake. âSheâs coming to my house for pizza this evening. If Gretchen hasnât turned up by that time, Iâll tell her whatâs going on and get the Keenesâ contact information for you. There probably arenât that many cell towers in the jungles of Belize, anywayâand thereâs nothing the parents can do right away.â
Sheila put the number into her notebook. âWorks for me.â She turned toward the door. âIâll call Kitt and meet her at the station.â
I stopped her. âDonât you think it would be a good idea if you sent a uniform to pick her up at CTSU? We donât know whatâs happened to Gretchen. It might not be smart for Kitt to go wandering aroundââ
âGood idea.â Sheila opened the door. âIâll just pick Kitt up myself. The campus isnât that far out of my way.â
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P EOPLE often tell me that theyâd love to quit their jobs and enjoy the âfreedomâ of owning their own business. They seem to have the idea that as a shop owner, I can come and go whenever the spirit moves me. Of course, it is true that I can get one of my helpers to take care of customers while I run an errand or spend a couple of hours in the garden. Itâs also true that we are closed every Monday, which is my day to get caught up with the rest of my lifeâexcept, of course, when thereâs something at the shop that I desperately need to do. But Tuesday through Saturday, ten through five, Iâm on the job. Even when Iâd rather be somewhere else.
Like this Friday afternoon, when I would rather have been out looking for Gretchen. Unfortunately, I didnât know her well enough to know where to start looking or even to suggest where other people might look. But I definitely felt I should be doing
something
, since Gretchenâs parents were friends and her sister was my sonâs girlfriend, almost a member of the family. The feeling was unsettling.
Luckily for me, though, the foot traffic in the shop was heavy, with the phone ringing frequently and customers in and out most of the afternoon. I was almost too busy finding plants, looking for books, answering questions, checking in a new shipment of bulk dried herbs, and managing the cash register to think about the death of Karen Prior or worry about what might have happened to Gretchen.
Almost, but not quite.
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