Authors: Mariah Stewart
The basement where the squatters were hiding.
“You’re being ridiculous. You’ve got the imagination of a ten-year-old,” Ellie chastised herself as she returned to the first bedroom on the left, opened the door, and turned on the light switch. She pulled the sheet off the double bed and was happy to see there were pillows with pillowcases already on them.
She removed the cases, punched the pillows a few times. A couple of feathers fluttered out, but no discernible dust.
“Real feather pillows,” she noted.
She stripped the pale pink fitted sheet from the mattress and rolled it up with the top sheet and the pillowcases. On her way out of the room, she pulled up the shades and leaned on the sill to look out the window.
At the end of the street, a stone’s throw from the house, was a dune, where tall grasses swayed in the light breeze, and beyond the dune, the Bay rolled onto a narrow stretch of beach in easy waves. Ellie dropped the bedding onto the mattress and forced open a window. When she raised the sash, the scent of the Bay flowed in as gently as the water nudged the shore. It was salt and pine and something she couldn’t put her finger on, but the combination was pleasing and she smiled. Her mother had once mentioned how the Chesapeake smelled, and now here Ellie was, filling her lungs and experiencing the Bay much as Lynley had.
“You were right, Mom. It’s delicious. At least, tonight it is.” After a few minutes, the room grew cold, and she closed the window and locked it. “Not sure how it smells on a hot muggy day in August, but since I will be long gone by then, it won’t be my problem.”
She gathered up the bedding, turned off the light, and made her way back downstairs. She dropped her bundle on the floor, then went into the living room.
“Time for the big reveal,” she announced. “Let’s see what we’ve got hiding under all these covers.”
She found a vintage dark green mohair sofa under
one sheet, three club chairs—one green, two maroon—under others. She ran her hand over the upholstery and traced her fingers over the plush fabric. It was soft and velvety and comforting. She sat for a moment, her head resting back against the cushions, and closed her eyes, feeling strangely at home.
She got up with a start and turned on the lamps—grateful to find they all still had bulbs—and removed all the protective coverings.
“Not bad, actually.” She nodded when she was finished. “Not my taste, but I do know that there’s a solid market for 1950s and sixties furnishings, so I should do all right here.”
The paintings on the wall were an odd mix: a few landscapes and a dark painting of the Bay. The tops of the wooden tables were bare, but the bookshelves that ran along one wall were filled to overflowing. Ellie figured she’d have plenty of time to peruse the family library, since there was no TV. She could watch on her phone, but really, with everything that had to be done in the house, who would have time for television?
She added the sheets from the living room to the items she’d brought downstairs and carried the whole pile to the basement door. She found it locked; the sliding bolt opened easily. There was a switch at the top of the steps, but when she turned it on, the light-bulb downstairs popped.
“Crap. No way am I going down there in total darkness.” She closed the door and relocked it. “Uh-uh.”
She paused to think. It hadn’t occurred to her to bring laundry soap, so she’d have to find a Laundromat
anyway. Had she passed one in her travels today? She didn’t recall seeing one.
Her grumbling stomach reminded her that she had to find dinner as well. She didn’t know the lay of the land well enough to simply charge out the front door, so she consulted her phone. She discovered there was a Laundromat out on the highway and several restaurants and a food market nearby. Perfect. She could coordinate the washing/drying with grabbing some dinner and stocking up on some staples to take back to the house.
She followed the directions she got from her phone—so grateful for modern technology—and arrived at the Laundromat right before the sun set. She found the place empty except for an attendant who appeared to be in her late teens. Apparently Tuesday was not a big wash day in St. Dennis.
The young attendant extracted herself from the book she was reading long enough to make change so that Ellie could purchase a small packet of detergent. She loaded the nearest washer with the sheets and the required amount of cash and turned on the machine.
“Excuse me.” She approached the attendant again. “How long do the wash loads usually run?”
The girl shrugged and took a sip from an almost empty bottle of Diet Pepsi. “I dunno.”
“I need to do some food shopping at the market across the road. That’s why I’m asking. I need to know how much time I have.”
“Maybe thirty minutes?” The girl shrugged again. “I don’t usually pay attention. But we’re not busy. If you want to leave money for the dryer, I’ll put the stuff in for you when the washer’s done.”
“That would be so nice of you.” Ellie smiled gratefully. “Thanks so much. That would really be helpful.”
The girl shrugged.
“I noticed there are several restaurants right along the strip here.” Ellie paused near the door. “If I wanted to grab a quick dinner, which one would you recommend?”
The girl raised her head and appeared to think over the question.
“Real dinner or just like, you know, a sandwich or something?” she asked.
“I think real dinner.”
“The Crab Claw at the end of the shopping center has pretty good stuff. Not as good as what you get in town, like at Captain Walt’s or Lola’s, but okay, I guess.”
“Thanks. I’ll give it a try.”
Her itinerary set—market then pick up dinner then back to the Laundromat—Ellie drove across the road to the market. She hadn’t made a list, and hadn’t really thought too much about what she needed. Now that she was here and behind a cart, she felt overwhelmed.
Food staples first, she decided. Milk, eggs, bread, cereal, butter. Peanut butter. Maybe a can or two of tuna. Mayonnaise. She hadn’t seen a coffeepot in the kitchen and doubted she’d find one, and she could not abide instant coffee. Which meant that she’d be driving into Cuppachino in the morning for a large take-out coffee until she could purchase a coffeemaker. In the meantime, she tossed a box of tea bags into her cart.
Purchasing food turned out to be much easier than selecting cleaning supplies, something she hadn’t ever done before. There’d always been a housekeeper to dust and vacuum and clean the bathrooms and the kitchen—even when she was camped out at her friend’s Boston town house this past year. Scanning the seemingly endless rows of cleansers and plastic bottles threatened to give Ellie a headache until she decided to take the product that professed to be “all-purpose” at its word.
She hadn’t cleaned bathrooms since that summer camp she’d gone to when she was thirteen. The counselor in charge of their cabin took her duties very seriously, and required all of the girls to clean not only the cabin but the communal bathrooms as well. At the time they’d lamented their bad luck in having drawn Judy Wilson’s cabin, but in retrospect, at least Ellie had learned some lessons she’d never forgotten.
She picked up a second bottle. Who knew when the house had last been cleaned? She grabbed a jumbo pack of paper towels, cleanser, a large package of sponges, a sponge mop, and a plastic bucket.
That should pretty much cover everything.
She checked out, loaded up her car, drove back to the shopping center, and pulled in front of the Crab Claw, which seemed to be doing little more business than the Laundromat. She entered through a red door that had a giant crab painted on it. Inside the lighting was dim and the square wooden tables were set almost exclusively for four people. There were only a few parties scattered throughout the room and music played in the background. A plump waitress with short
curly strawberry-blond hair and an overabundance of eyeliner approached with a menu.
“You gonna be meeting someone, hon?” the waitress asked.
“Ah, no. Actually, I was hoping for takeout,” Ellie replied.
“Anything on the menu can be made for takeout.” She handed Ellie the menu, a large slick number with a shiny picture of the same crab that graced the door.
“Thanks.” Ellie opened the menu and began to scan it.
“The burgers are really good here,” the waitress told her softly.
“I was hoping for more than a sandwich,” Ellie said without looking up.
“A baked potato can be substituted for french fries, you could get a side salad.” The waitress leaned a hand on a nearby chair and repeated pointedly, “Like I said, the
burgers
are real good.”
Ellie got the message.
“Thank you. I’ll have the burger, baked potato, side salad.”
“Good choice. Dressing for the salad?”
“Vinaigrette?”
“I guess you could call it that.” The waitress smiled and wrote down the order. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or tea, or something while you wait?”
“I would love a good cup of coffee,” Ellie admitted.
“We’re not Starbucks but I’ll make a fresh pot.”
“Thank you.” Ellie took a seat at the closest table and checked out the decor. Crab traps hung from the ceiling and nets covered the walls.
A second waitress emerged from the kitchen with a
tray that she served to a party of six—two tables pushed together, Ellie noted—and a few moments later, Ellie’s waitress returned with the promised cup of coffee.
“Thank you,” Ellie said.
“So, you just passing through?” The waitress leaned on the back of the chair opposite Ellie.
“How can you tell?”
“If you were local, I’d know you.”
“Well, I guess I’m almost local. I inher—
bought
a place in St. Dennis and just arrived here today.”
“Oh, which house did you buy? There weren’t that many on the market, last I heard.”
“It’s on Bay View. An older place, needs a lot of work.”
The waitress nodded. “A fixer-upper, estate sale? Best way to buy, if you’re handy. St. Dennis is still a pretty hot ticket, draws a lot of visitors. ’Course, you probably already know that or you wouldn’t have bought here, right? Prices aren’t down here the way they are in other places. You should see this place in the summer.” She shook her head. “You can barely get a table. Some weekends, there’s a line out the door.”
The door opened and three women entered.
“I hope you got a good deal on it,” she told Ellie before she turned to greet the newcomers.
“I did.”
“Good for you, hon.” She patted Ellie on the shoulder as she walked past. “I wish you all the best luck with it.”
“Thank you,” Ellie whispered, suddenly a little choked up, though she couldn’t have put into words why. Maybe it was the kind words from this stranger,
or the nice offer from the girl at the Laundromat, but after almost a year of feeling as if she’d been batted around by just about everyone she’d ever known, the unexpected goodwill she’d met with today made her feel like crying. It had been quite awhile since she’d felt this emotional.
Not that she’d cry in a public place, but still.
The waitress brought out a bag with her takeout, and Ellie followed her to the cash register.
“Anything else, hon?”
“No, I think I’m good,” Ellie told her. “Wait, yes. I’d like a Diet Pepsi.”
“I only have fountain. That okay?”
“That’s fine.”
The waitress got the drink, added it to the bill, and Ellie handed over what she owed plus a tip.
“Oh, wait. You forgot to add the coffee,” Ellie told her.
“It’s on the house. Come back again when the rock-fish are running. The cook does a real nice job with the fresh fish. Off-season, the frozen … not so much. But the burgers are always top-notch.” She winked at Ellie and headed for the kitchen.
“Thanks …,” Ellie called after her, but the waitress had already disappeared through the door.
She carried the drink and the bag of food to the car, left the food, and took the drink into the Laundromat.
“Your stuff’s done.” The girl glanced up only long enough to see that it was Ellie.
“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” Ellie placed the tall container of soda on the girl’s small desk.
“What’s this?” the girl asked.
“I noticed your drink was getting low.” Ellie made her way to the block of dryers. “Which machine?”
“Oh. The third one from this end.” Clearly surprised, the girl was still staring at the drink Ellie’d brought her.
Ellie opened the dryer, folded the sheets, and closed the dryer door again. She waved to the girl as she was going to the door.
“Wait, I didn’t pay you for the soda,” the girl called after her.
“No charge.”
“Hey, thanks. This was … nice. Really. You didn’t have to,” the girl told her.
“You didn’t have to put my stuff in the dryer.” Ellie opened the door. “See you.”
“Hey, come back anytime.”
Bet on that
, Ellie thought as she loaded the clean laundry into the back of the car.
She drove back to the house and sat in the driveway for a few moments to watch the sun as it faded on the water.
Nice.
She remembered the burger that was getting colder by the minute, and took the food into the house. She sat at the kitchen table and ate with the plastic fork the waitress had tucked into the bag, used the plastic knife to put a touch of butter onto the potato, poured dressing from a small plastic cup on the salad, and used the bag as a place mat. Who knew when the table was last cleaned, and what might have crawled over it since?
The thought made her shudder.
The burger was, as promised, delicious, and the
baked potato and salad just right. It was hardly the fare she’d been used to all her life, but she sensed that this was not a home where gourmet dinners had been prepared by master chefs. This was a place where comfort food had been prepared by loving hands, she felt certain.
Tonight she’d take the first steps to get the house cleaned up. She debated the merits of starting in the kitchen as opposed to starting in the bathroom. Before too long, she felt overwhelmed, so she finished eating and went back to the car to bring in her laundry and her purchases. At least she had clean sheets to sleep on, and she had enough food for the next few days.