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it, puttered around. She was regluing some loose tiles in
the upstairs bathroom when someone knocked at the
front door. It was Priss Ransom. She had telephoned
earlier that morning with news of Joy Strummer, but
Tracy had neither told Priss that Beanie was there, nor
told Beanie about the tragic accident at the Ransoms'
pool party. She had not understood Lance's
involvement in the incident (his letter to his mother lay
this minute in her mailbox) and had decided that Beanie
had enough to upset her already without being told.
Priss was in what Beanie called her "too much"
mood. "Get me some coffee and a vial of morphine, will
you, Tracy? I'm at my wits' end.
It's been a g.d. nightmare. And then, Ernest! After
keeping me up all night, so full of twitches and heaves I
thought I was going to have to put him in a hospital, this
morning he's merrily off on his jog, and merrily off to his
bank, leaving me behind as frazzled as Lady Macbeth in
a straitjacket." Mrs. Ransom sank carefully into the bent
cane rocker.
"I can just imagine." Tracy nodded.
"I doubt it." Priss had picked up a thin book on the