husband's, too, and her husband is in a panic and just
wandering aimlessly in the city_ . Marcia says he's
like an amnesiac. They don't know if he's pretending." "Miss Wilkens. I have Mae Betty here cleaning
up the house. "Oh, wasn't she just here? I can't
remember."
"If she was, she forgot some things." Felix said
and glanced at me. "I'm sure you want it to be in
better shape than it is. It was once a prime property.
Mrs. March would have a second stroke if she set eyes
on it the way it is now."
"What? Yes." Great-aunt Frances considered
what he said, and then her eyes widened, "Emma's not
coming soon, is she?" she asked, obviously terrified of
the possibility and forgetting what Felix had already
told her about Grandmother Emma.
"No, Miss Wilkens. She won't be coming in the
near future, but eventually, she might."
"Well, let me know first. I'd like to get her
room fixed up the way she likes it. She so likes fresh
flowers in vases on the night tables. No one dares use
that room but Emma, even though she hasn't used it
since... since I can't remember.' She laughed. "Yes, well, as I said, things have to be taken
care of better than they are. Miss Wilkens, whether
Mrs. March comes or not," Felix said. "I'm--" "Oh, it's starting!"
She waved her hand at us to tell us to shut up
and leave her alone.
"I have to go talk to Lester now," Felix said, his
voice filled with frustration. "Just wait a little longer.
I'll return to see that you're getting your lunch." "I'm not that hungry anyway," I said.
He went out again. I thought a moment and