She barely glanced in my direction. Is your party over, Mommy?
Not yet, but there are some people coming to see the house.
Do we have to leave again? She did look at me then, annoyance clear on her young features. I havent watched my favorite song yet.
Though shed stopped viewing potential buyers as The Enemy, she resented her life being disrupted for the convenience of others.
Nope, just stay back here in Mommys room. Dont even get off the bed, okay?
Her brown eyes narrowed thoughtfully. What if I have to use the bathroom? The way she was always looking for loopholes, I figured she had a brilliant future as an attorney.
Why not go use it now? I suggested. Hurry, because theyll be here soon.
I went back to the living room, suspecting Mrs. Winslow would try to cut me out of my half of the profits if I didnt actually spend a few minutes helping her. I was explaining, as per the instructional brochure, why jewelry should be the last thing you put on before you go out when our doorbell rang. The Realtor let himself in before I got there, however. Either hed only rung the bell to prevent startling anyone or hed remembered after doing so that I had guests and didnt want to interrupt.
Behind the agent, there was a harried-looking couple who wore matching we-stopped-being-able-to-tell-floor-plans-apart-twelve-houses-ago expressions. They had three kids in tow. I wasnt sure this house had enough space for a family of five, but the youngest child was a girl who appeared to be about four, and I suspected shed appreciate the girlish decor in Saras room, hopefully causing her to remember this as a house she liked. In case they gave the four-year-old a vote.
Yeesh, I really was desperate.
Hi. Come on in, and please look around, I invited. Dont feel like youre imposing, just take your time.
I barely resisted the urge to tack on, And we have some lovely blue topaz earrings that would match your eyes, maam.
The four-year-old made a beeline for the refreshment table, only to be scolded by her father, at which point she burst into tears. The middle child, a boy wearing a black T-shirt and a scowl that made me recall every time my dad had ever teased, Your face is gonna freeze like that, declared, I dont like this house. It smells funny.
I chose to believe that any odor came from the combined eight or nine perfumes and numerous arthritis relief creams of my guests.
The Realtor cleared his throat, meeting my gaze. Um, kitchens this way, is it?
I nodded, but they hadnt yet turned the corner when there was a cry from the back of the house. The realty party froze in place as I strode toward the hallway.
Sara catapulted out of my room, screaming, Snake! She was moving with astounding speed for someone who had Dora the Explorer panties down around her knees beneath her denim skirt.
I met her halfway, scooping her up and probably giving her a wedgie as I hurriedly tugged her undies into proper place. Are you all right?
She nodded. But theres a snake, Mommy!
In all the time wed lived in this house, we had never once had a snake in the houseif we did, Tom was smart enough not to tell me about itso why now? Why today? This was way beyond simple Murphys Law. This was more like Murphys Magna Carta. I instinctively muttered a phrase under my breath that I sincerely hoped Sara hadnt heard.
With Ben still at the back of the house, I jogged down the hall, not acknowledging the buzz of alarmed comments behind me. Where was it?
In the bathroom. Her voice was shaking. I was sitting on the potty, singing Catalina Madalina, and I looked down and seen it. Saw it.
Okay. Ill take care of it. How?
Maybe it was just a little bitty garden snake, the harmless kind that could be tossed outside. Not that I particularly wanted to get close enough for tossing, but as the only adult in the family, these things fell to me. And if it isnt harmless?
Ignoring that thought, I lifted Ben out of his pen and set him down in the hallway, letting him crawl for freedom. Save yourself, son. Sara, dragging Ellie by the trunk, followed me so closely that if I stopped, shed bang into me.
Stay back, I told her as I approached the master bath. When I glanced at her to make sure she understood I was serious, I saw that the Realtor and the family touring the house were all hovering in the bedroom doorway. The preteen daughter looked as if she might lose consciousness. The sullen boy was actually smiling now. Figured.
There was no closet in my bedroom, but the bathroom was spacious enough to make up for the deficiencyequipped with the standard toilet and sink vanity, a shower/garden-spa tub and a walk-in closet with its own lights. Id better find the damn snake, because I didnt relish wondering if it would slither out at me every time I opened the closet door for the next week.
The Realtor cleared his throata habit of his, Id noticed. So why again are you trying to get rid of this house?
Were selling the house because I accepted a job in Boston, I said, wondering what part of my tense body language made it look as if now were a swell time to chat. Sara, where did you see it?
Under the sink. Its green. She was climbing up on my bed as she answered, her eyes wide.
Green. Most harmless garden snakes were green, right? I peeked into the room, my gaze coming to a screeching halt when I saw the thin green line across the tile, curling slightly. It was only a couple of inches long, but it disappeared beneath the edge of the vanity, so I wasnt sure how much more there was. I executed a leap that would have qualified me for National Champion Long Jump status and then reached into my closet for a shoe box, dumping out a pair of strappy silver sandals Id last worn to a holiday party with Tom.
As I crouched down to make the capture with shaking hands, I blinked, realizing the only reason Id thought even for a millisecond that I was dealing with a snake was because Id been toldby a hysterical six-year-oldto expect a snake.
Relief ballooned inside me. Sara, theres no reason to be scared. Its just one of those lizards that are always getting into the house.
At the sound of my voice, the gecko disappeared the rest of the way beneath the sink. I found out a moment later that he wasnt the only one startled. I came out of the bathroom with a smile that vanished as soon as I saw the expression of the woman whod been considering the house.
Always getting in? she asked, her face pasty.
Cool, her son said.
Well, not always, I amended, but Florida does have a lot of lizards. Theyre, um, good for eating the bugs.
Her eyes darted from side to side, as if she expected giant winged insects to swoop down and carry her off. The bugs?
Somehow I got the impression these nice folks werent going to be making an offer this afternoon. Maybe now would be the time to see if I could send her on her way with a lovely parting purchase of earrings and matching pendant. But I never got the chance to ask because the doorbell rang.
If it was another real-estate agent, I was going to smack him in the head with his own cell phonejust as a gentle reminder to call ahead next time. But it was more likely to be one of the neighbors who had RSVPed that she might attend late. I opened the door with a cheerful, welcoming, Hi! and almost passed out on the spot.
My mother-in-law beamed at me. Chahlie, deah!