Shelley admitted. "I guess we're going to have to let Mel figure it out. After all, it is his job."
"But we could help him out a little," Jane said. "The workers think of us as just other people who had to put up with both Bitsy and Sandra. They'd be more gossipy with us than with Mel."
Thirteen
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The police department had closed the renova- tion house the next day to complete their physical search of the premises, which left Jane and Shelley free to catch up with real life. They each made heavy hits at the grocery store, paid and mailed bills, and did cleaning, and in the early afternoon, they joined back up to go to the library and check out a lot of expensive decorating books. Jane didn't hear from Mel and didn't try to call him when he was in such a bad mood.
They spent the afternoon poring over the books, gleaning many good ideas, especially for bathrooms and kitchens. Shelley had her copy of the measurements and took copious notes of what might fit where. Jane's notes were about styles and terms she was learning.
"This is the fun part," Jane said. "I'm feeling a little better about the possibility of actually doing this."
"It depends on a lot of things," Shelley reminded her. "What sort of contract Bitsy comes
up with. And I'm sure she's not even thinking about it now. Not to mention what the police might be discovering. You don't want to just give Mel a call, do you?"
"I'm keeping a low profile until he's over his snit," Jane said. "It's not in my best interest to irritate him further when he's been so overworked."
"I'd sure like to know what he's learned about the other people involved," Shelley said. "And I wonder who this new contractor is. Apparently it's a man. I wonder what he's going to think about all the women workers."
"You don't suppose he'll replace them, do you?"
"I wouldn't think he could. Most of them are probably under contract to Bitsy."
"But if the contracts were really with Sandra…?"
"Oh, dear. I hadn't thought of that. Our contract, though obviously devised by Sandra, was supposed to be with Bitsy. I'd assume the others were as well."
"Then he's stuck with the workers unless they bail out voluntarily."
"Some of them may," Shelley said. "But most of them seemed to be quite good at what they were doing."
"It's a shame we don't know more about most of them," Jane said. "After getting to know a bit about Evaline, it makes me wonder how and why
the others, like Jack and Henry, happened to get into what are traditionally men's jobs. And seem to be quite good at them. I bet they won't bail out. The work they're doing on the house will be a fine credit for them to get other jobs."
"You're probably right. Maybe we need to get to know them better when the work can go on," Shelley agreed.
"But not in front of Mel," Jane warned. "We'll have to see them away from work if the house is still crawling with police."
"Didn't we get a list of them?"
"I didn't," Jane said.
"I'm running home for my file. I'm sure in the wad of paperwork Bitsy gave me there's a list of the workers."
"Why would she give either of us that information?"
"For consultation purposes, I suppose. To see what they think about the feasibility of what we're shopping for. Like the wiring for the kitchen, say, or the necessary plumbing and dimensions of the bathrooms. I'm going to run home and see if I'm right about that list. I'm sure I didn't imagine it. I just wasn't especially interested when I spotted it."
"We haven't met or heard about the plumber yet, have we?"
Shelley was back in a few minutes. "I was right. Here are the names and telephone numbers. But no plumber mentioned. What would you say to get-
ting together somewhere tomorrow, if the house is still closed, with Jacqueline and Henrietta?"
"On what excuse?"
"We can say we need to know what the plans are for the finished woodwork so we don't clash with it on the furniture," Shelley said.
"And then just chat with them about generalities? I like it."
Shelley made the call and set up a time and place for lunch the next day.
"You two are experts at your work and we don't want to do anything that compromises it," Shelley said when they met with the two women.
It was interesting to see the pair in their street clothes rather than their work clothes. Jack was in a pink sundress with a pretty lacy collar and a touch of very feminine makeup. She was truly a Jacqueline when she wasn't working. Henry was wearing a gender-neutral suit in dark blue with trousers, with a very elegant blue-and-white-striped blouse. There was a pretty enamel pin on her lapel.
They were both so nicely dressed that they put Jane and Shelley in the shade. Both of them were in nice-enough slacks, blouses, and lightweight sweaters because restaurants tended to turn the air conditioning way up until the late fall. Of one silent accord, they called their two guests by their full real names.
Shelley pulled out some sample paint chips,
and while the waitress cooled her heels waiting for them to get to the menus, Shelley asked Jacqueline's and Henrietta's advice on colors for the main area of the room they were currently working on. All very professional and proper for strangers who were expected to work together.
Jane was particularly taken with Jacqueline's alternative suggestions for colors.
"Something a little warmer, I think," Jacqueline said. "The blues might be lighter and more subdued. And if it were up to me, the cream might be just a, bit more golden."
Shelley pulled out yet more paint chips from her notebook. "Like these?" she asked. "I think you're right."
Jane nudged Shelley. "The waitress is waiting. We ought to order before she becomes more annoyed. It's crowded, and she wants to get us moving along."
"I think we've sorted it out satisfactorily," Shelley said graciously, putting little marks on the back of the paint samples and stowing them away. "We're really grateful for your ideas."
They all studied their menus and ordered salads, except for Henrietta, who ordered a burger, cooked medium rare, with fries.
Then the real purpose of the meeting arose.
"How did both of you choose to do such unusual jobs?" Jane asked.
Jacqueline and Henrietta smiled at each other. Jacqueline said, "You can't imagine how often
we're asked this. We both grew up with fathers who were carpenters and naturally developed an interest. I decided to go to trade school instead of college, and Henrietta did so as well. We met at the trade school."
"I was a year ahead of Jacqueline," Henrietta put in, "and already doing several small jobs the trade school set up for me. Furniture, mainly. Little Mission-style tables and chairs. Since we were the only women there except one of the teachers, we naturally got to know each other. I asked Jacqueline to help me with the finishing work. I have a talent for design, but Jackie has the eye for color."