Ridley pulled an Adirondack chair into a shady part of the lawn. She glanced back at the house before settling down with a paperback book she’d found in the family room. Miss Bessie had arrived at precisely 9:29 a.m. and had seemed more than a little surprised to see her.
When he’d introduced her to his parents, he hadn’t mentioned where she was staying, so of course his mother’s friend wouldn’t expect a woman to open the door.
Talk about awkward.
After her initial fumbling introduction, she’d spent the next few hours puttering around in her room. Things seemed to be going well other than a few loud crashes and what sounded like a full-scale tantrum. She’d finally come down to investigate, only to find the boys eating sandwiches at the kitchen table, ominously quiet.
She’d made herself a quick turkey and cheese sandwich before deciding to eat outside. Right before she’d left, she’d heard Miss Bessie telling Jase to take his thumb out of his mouth.
She hadn’t sucked her thumb, but she’d been a quiet, introverted child much like Jase. It hadn’t been easy growing up around adults who constantly told her to “speak up” or “just smile, honey!” With any luck, the trio would get along once they got to know each other. She hoped so, anyway. Otherwise Jackson would be searching for yet another nanny.
After reading several pages, she put the book aside. Perhaps a murder mystery hadn’t been the best choice. Not when she was smack in the middle of her own unsolved murder case. How could she relax as if she was on vacation when someone she thought of as a friend was dead, probably because of her? She thought of the jeweled necklace she’d given Jackson to put in his safe.
It was a good thing she’d been on her way to the bank that day. Otherwise, if she’d put the necklace in her jewelry box with the rest of her jewelry, it would have been stolen when her apartment was broken into. She’d have to ask Agent Graham to contact David’s next of kin so she could return it. Clearly, it had been important to him.
“Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be back here.”
Ridley looked up to see a young woman with smooth brown skin and short curls, followed by two young boys.
“Hi. Were you looking for Jackson?”
“No, we were just taking a shortcut over to the next street. Sorry to disturb you.”
“Can we play with Chris, Mom? Please?” One of the boys jumped up and down next to his mother excitedly.
“The boys are just finishing lunch. Maybe they’d like to play outside. I’ll go check.” Ridley held up a finger and sat up. Before she could get out of the chair, the back door of the house burst open and she heard a high-pitched shriek.
“Get it away, get it away, get it away! Eeeeeeeeek!!”
Miss Bessie came barreling down the back steps, shaking frenetically and throwing her head back and forth. “Oh sweet Lord Jesus, it’s a spider. Get it off!”
A giggle came from behind Ridley and she turned to see the two boys being shushed by their mother. Ridley tried valiantly to stifle her own smile as she hurried toward the older woman. She was trembling so furiously Ridley worried she’d hurt herself.
“Wait, I’ll get it off. Just… wait.” She put her arms on the woman’s trembling shoulders until she stopped throwing her head around. A quick visual inspection proved that there was nothing on her. “See, it’s already gone. You’re fine.”
“He picked it up.” The older woman shuddered, revulsion all over her face. “He brought it to me on his hand. I thought he was showing me a toy.”
The back door opened again and Chris and Jase came outside. Jase took his thumb out of his mouth to say, “Spider! I had a spider!”
Miss Bessie shuddered again. “I can’t stand spiders. I can’t believe that sweet little baby was touching that nasty thing.”
Ridley walked over to Jase slowly. “Where’s the spider now, Jase? Is he gone?”
Jase nodded solemnly. “I lost him.”
“It’s okay. Maybe he went home.”
“Oh, look! There it is!” Chris pointed at Miss Bessie’s shoulder. She immediately started dancing around again. Chris erupted into giggles. “I’m just joking. It’s gone.”
“Chris! That’s not nice.” Ridley shook her head and turned back to the older woman.
“Some of the neighborhood children are playing outside. I can keep an eye on the boys if that’s all right with you.”
Miss Bessie exhaled, her shoulders drooping visibly. “Only if you don’t mind. I would appreciate that. I wanted to start cooking early, anyway.” She gave a defeated smile before turning and walking back in the house.
Jase tugged the edge of Ridley’s shirt until she looked down. “She no like my spider.” He sounded so crestfallen that it was hard to keep a straight face.
“You like spiders?” she asked. He nodded.
“He likes all bugs,” Chris interjected.
Oh boy.Ridley was starting to understand why Jackson was having such a hard time keeping a nanny. If there was anything that most women couldn’t tolerate, it was creepy crawlies. Luckily, gardening had forced her to get over her aversion early. You couldn’t work with flowers without encountering insects.
She knelt next to Jase. “Lots of people are scared of spiders. That’s why she ran away. Is there anything you’re afraid of?”
“Um, the thunder,” Jase mumbled around his thumb.
“I don’t like thunder, either. I’d much rather it stays outside. That’s how most people feel about spiders. Let’s keep the spiders outside so Miss Bessie isn’t scared, okay? Maybe later we can play in the dirt some so you can see where the bugs live.”
Jase’s eyes rounded and then he grinned. “Okay.”
“Okay. Let’s go have some fun.”
Chris let out a happy screech before running and jumping over the three steps leading from the patio to the yard.
The sound was reminiscent of summers past and the freedom of entire days devoted to nothing but adventure, friends, and fun. There had been many summers she and Raina had wandered their neighborhood while their mother was at work. They’d ridden their bikes all day, searched for hidden pirate treasure, skipped rope, and drawn lines on the sidewalk in front of their building for hopscotch. They’d done everything together and every day had been an adventure.
The world had seemed wide open back then.
“I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself. I’m Katie Mason. We live three houses down.” The other woman had wandered closer to where Ridley stood watching the children chase each other around the yard.
“I’m Ridley. I actually don’t even live here. Not really, anyway. I’m just visiting.”
Katie nodded, a knowing smile on her face. “Your presence here is dashing the hopes of many of the women in the neighborhood. Jackson is considered quite a catch around here. A single, handsome man living in a big place like this all alone tends to attract attention. He’s probably been hit on by all the single women at some point. Probably by some of the married ones, too.”
“I don’t think anyone needs to lose any sleep over my being here. I’ll be gone in a week or so.”
“I hope you’ll stay for a while. I’m excited to see some new faces in town,” Katie said. “A lot of the wives here are a little older. I don’t get Botox or play tennis, so there’s just not much common ground. I thought about getting a job to keep me busy while Don’s at work, but that didn’t go over too well.”
“Don is your husband?” Ridley ventured. A shadow crossed the other woman’s face before she squared her shoulders.
“Yeah. We’ve been married almost seven years.” She didn’t look too happy about it, though. She sighed and then said, “He’s not home much, so the kids and I are usually on our own. That’s why I was trying to find a part-time job before the kids go back to school. But I’ve technically been unemployed since getting married, so it’s harder than I thought.”
“Unemployed? That makes it sound like you haven’t been doing anything. I don’t even have children and I find that insulting. You’ve been raising kids.”
“I’m used to it, believe me.”
Ridley shook her head in disbelief. “If you were watching someone else’s children, you’d be considered self-employed. An entrepreneur with your own business. So why is it any different just because you’re watching your own? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Well, the fact that I don’t have any current skills isn’t helping, I suppose. But the only experience I have is being a wife and mother. There doesn’t seem to be much demand for that lately.”
Ridley looked back at the house.
“Oh, I think you’d be surprised. What would you say if I told you there might be a job available where all you had to do was watch two kids close in age to your own and cook dinner a few nights a week? Would you be interested?”
“I’d say I think you’re making that up. Of course I’d be interested!” Katie said.
“Let’s get together tomorrow and I’ll let you know what I find out. In the meantime, let’s see if we can keep the kids occupied by letting them play in the dirt a little.”
Katie pushed up her sleeves. “Just another day in the life of a suburban mom.”