Джанет Кантрелл - Fat Cat Spreads Out

The person outside was lit from behind, but Chase could tell it was Julie. She unlocked the door and let her in, being careful to keep Quincy, who had followed her, corralled.

“I saw the light and thought I’d better check to make sure everything is okay. You’re not supposed to be open now.” Julie bent to rub Quincy’s head. “Jay and I had dinner, then talked and talked. Do you mind if I come up?”

Chase hesitated and threw a glance behind her. Inger was still on the floor, out of sight.

“Is something wrong?” Julie started to look alarmed.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with me. Our employee, Inger, is having some problems.”

“I’ll be all right, Ms. Oliver.” Inger rose, sniffing daintily, and appeared behind the counter. She clutched the edge of it with white knuckles.

“Let’s all go upstairs and get something warm to drink,” Chase said, rushing to stand beside Inger in case she fell. She looked so wobbly on her feet.

“Oh dear.” Julie, who had no idea what was happening, came to the counter and pushed Inger’s blonde curls out of her wan face. A few strands stuck to her damp cheeks and Julie swiped at those, too.

When they reached the apartment, Inger staggered to a stool in the kitchen. “You’ll need something to eat, I suspect,” Chase said. “Have you had anything since breakfast?”

“I didn’t really have anything then.”

Chase whipped up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and put it on a plate with some carrot sticks. From the way Inger wolfed everything down, Chase wondered if she had eaten yesterday. She put another sandwich together.

Julie had been heating up some cider while Chase made the sandwiches. She nudged Chase in the side. “Inger, you don’t look too steady on the stool,” she said, nodding toward the living room. Chase took the hint and helped Inger off her precarious seat.

After they were all three seated in the living room with mugs of hot apple cider, Quincy stood on the floor, looking from lap to lap. His tail twitched twice, then he jumped into Inger’s. It heartened Chase to see her smile down on the little guy.

“Inger is having some family problems,” Chase told Julie, not knowing if she should air them in front of Julie. She looked at Inger, who nodded.

“It’s okay. You can tell her,” Inger mumbled, taking quick sips of the cider, and keeping her eyes on Quincy.

“I . . . I’m not sure what’s going on myself, Inger. When I couldn’t call you today, I went to your house. Your parents said you were missing.”

“Why should I tell them where I go and what I do? They don’t care.”

Chase had a feeling she was right. It still made her heart ache to hear Inger say it. “Did you have a quarrel?”

“Kind of. I’m trying to pick names for my baby. So, over the last few days, I’ve been looking at names online and collected a few that I like. At breakfast today I tried to ask my parents which ones they like. They don’t even care. Not one little bit.”

Inger snuffled and Chase ran to the kitchen to get her a tissue. Inger swiped at her nose and looked Chase in the eyes. “They just ate their stupid oatmeal and went off to work. They always have oatmeal. I hate oatmeal. I can’t live with them. I hate them.” Chase saw the deep, raw emotion in her eyes. How could her parents treat her that way?

“They’re still mad at me for getting pregnant. They don’t say it in so many words. But they do other hateful things.”

Quincy, who wasn’t getting petted at the moment, looked up at Inger. She smiled down and resumed stroking. “You’re so cute, Quincy. I wish I had a cat.”

“Chase, can I talk to you for a moment?” Julie motioned Chase into the kitchen. She pulled her to the corner and whispered, “She can’t stay with those horrible people. Can you keep her here?”

“Until her baby comes? That’s a long time.”

“I know, but I think she needs some therapy, and Quincy is giving it to her.”

Chase looked into her living room. Inger’s head was bent over the cat again, and she could hear his purr from where she stood. “I suppose I could give it a try. I do agree that the atmosphere in her house is terrible.”

“Did they seem worried about her?”

“Well, yes, they did. But they don’t know any of her friends and didn’t even know my name. I think they barely know where she’s working.”

Julie rubbed her chin. “I’ll tell you what. I’m staying at Anna’s while those murder suspects are there—”

“Only one is a suspect.”

“True. But that’s one too many. Anyway, my condo is empty. She could stay there if this doesn’t work out.”

“This is all temporary. You’re not moving in with Anna, are you?”

“No, not forever. Let’s do this for now. Let her stay here for a bit. I think the poor girl could use Quincy’s pet therapy.”

Chase nodded. Who knew what would happen over the next few days? She could leave Quincy in the apartment and not have to keep him in the cage at the fair. This would work very well until after Sunday, when the fair ended.

Then Inger could stay at Julie’s, or maybe they would find another place for her. She might even find her own place. Inger was so depressed, and Chase thought that if she roused from that, she would be able to function better.

That night, Chase gave Inger her own bed and slept on the couch. She loved her leather couch, but in the morning decided she loved it for sitting and for lounging only, not for sleeping. The blankets kept slipping around on the slick leather. She woke up once with her face plastered against the cushion. Her hair was sweaty and sticky and she had drooled on the seat. Maybe she should have gotten a suede couch. The covers might have stayed in place then.

In the morning, she stumbled through making coffee. Inger emerged from the bedroom as it finished brewing. She looked sick.

“Oh dear, is that coffee?” She ran into the bathroom to throw up.

When Inger returned to the kitchen, Chase asked her what she’d like for breakfast.

“Do you have tea and toast?”

“Yes, indeed.” Chase stuck two pieces of bread into the toaster. I have Earl Grey and Irish Breakfast.” She rummaged in the cupboard for more jasmine tea, but she must have finished it up last night.

“No green tea?”

Chase held down her irritation and her thoughts: Don’t you think I would have mentioned it if I had it? “I have Earl Grey and Irish Breakfast tea,” she repeated. “Do you eat whole wheat toast?”

“Not usually. But it’s okay. I can eat it today. I’ll take the Irish Breakfast.”

Chase put the breakfast together hastily and left as soon as she could. Before she could discover that Inger didn’t like the brand of margarine she used. The last thing she had expected was that Inger would be a difficult houseguest. She had to admit, she herself was extra crabby from sleeping on the uncomfortable couch.

This was Thursday. The fair would be over Sunday. She could put up with Inger for four days. After that, other arrangements would have to be made. She hoped the Wisconsin women with their bird would be gone from Anna’s and that Julie would be back in her own place by then.

FIFTEEN

As Chase walked toward her booth with two cups of steaming coffee for her and Anna, just before opening time, she passed the travel agency booth and heard sobbing from inside. She paused for a moment.

“Do you need any help?” she asked, taking one tentative step inside.

The cute short redhead blinked at Chase, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks. “My mother called just as I was leaving. Couldn’t get her calmed down.” She looked between her partner and Chase. “She’s prone to fake heart attacks. All I can do is talk to her until she thinks she’s over it.”