Cat With An Emerald Eye

Chapter 10

A Monstrous Notion

"I really feel silly," Temple said, "although that's nothing new lately."

"Nonsense, dear girl. Trust me. Muumuus cover all."

Temple turned in Electra's dimly lit entry hall, checking herself out in the mirrored vertical blinds.

A five-feet-tall woman in a floor-sweeping muumuu covered with fuchsia orchids the size of dinner plates was indeed an outre sight.

"This is Halloween," she said finally. "Maybe they'll think I'm going as the Incredible Shrinking Woman wearing her formerly fat wardrobe."

"Just who is this 'they' you get all hot and bothered about?"

"You know, Them. Everybody else who's too cool to be caught doing something silly, like looking as if they're going trick-or-treating when they're thirty years old!"

"Thirty is nothing. And if you don't want to wear my muumuu--"

"I'll wear it!"

Electra was resplendent in one of her own tropically lively muumuus, her hair sprayed a flaming red color that Temple found disconcertingly close to her own natural hue. She bent to peer at Temple's hem.

"Are you wearing your magnificent Midnight Louie high heels under there?"

"No. They're in here." Temple patted her trusty tote bag. Tonight's licorice-black patent leather model had genuine Halloween flavor. "Too nice for tramping through the haunted house; I'll put them on at the Phoenix afterward, when I take this off for the Crystal Ball."

"Ooh, this is going to be such fun! Too bad your aunt Kit isn't here; she'd love it."

Temple wasn't at all sorry Kit wasn't present; Kit was a worse influence than Electra. "Oh,"

she said, peeking into Electra's dim inner rooms. "What a neat cat statue. Is it new?"

"No, old as the hills, and not a cat statue."

"I could swear ..."

Electra rattled her boxy purse. "Got to get going. One doesn't wish to keep the spirits waiting. They might start rapping their toes without us. Might get up to some mischief. Now, shoo into the hall and I'll lock the door"

Temple shooed, then waited until Electra had secured her door, still peering inward.

"If you have got a cat in there, you're well advised to keep it locked up until the Halloween tricksters are history. Louie is pacing and howling, but he's confined to quarters until the streets are safe again for black cats."

"What makes you think I've got a cat? Honestly, Temple. I think your grip has slipped a bit since Max came back."

"Nothing has slipped except my patience. Men are more bother than they're worth, anyway.

I imagine you figured that out with your--how many?--husbands."

"I don't believe I've ever mentioned the exact number of my past spouses, dear, and I'm not about to do a body count now. I suspect that we ladies only say men are a bother when we're bothered by them, or they're not bothering us as much as we might wish." Electra pushed her half-glasses down her nose and regarded Temple quizzically. "Who's not bothering you now?"

"Everybody except creepy Crawford Buchanan! Let's go."

"But Electra remained firmly planted, an appalled look on her face.

"You have . . . objections to Crawford Buchanan?"

"Doesn't everybody?"

"Well, no. He's joining our seance tonight."

"Awful Crawford? Why?"

"He represents a television program that has done some worthwhile features on spirit phenomena before--"

" Hot Heads do anything worthwhile? Especially if Crawford Buchanan is involved?" An even more dreadful eventuality occurred to her. "You mean I'm going to be filmed in this outfit? I'm going to be seen by somebody besides ghosties and goblins?"

"Now calm down. Mr. Buchanan has agreed to abide by a strict set of rules. Nobody will be photographed who doesn't want to be."

"Does that apply to any spirits who drop by?"

"The camera will be discreet, so as not to spook them. Some of the most respected mediums on the West Coast are participating; they wouldn't allow anything that didn't meet their standards."

"Promise me one thing," Temple said.

"Anything, dear, within reason."

"That I won't sit next to Crawford Buchanan under any circumstances. If I'm going to be hand-holding and knee-nudging somebody, it had better not be him."

"Of course. I'll sit on one side, and we'll find somebody completely trustworthy for the other. I know or have seen most of these psychics speak, and they are so wonderful! We can't have unhappy participants and discord at that table; the spirits would refuse to come."

"If the spirits have any smarts, they'll stay miles away from Crawford Buchanan. He just may jinx your seance."

"Oh, don't say that!"

"What? Jinx?"

"Not again! It's vital to have a completely positive attitude when attempting to reach the spirit world. The more disorder among the gathered mortals, the more likelihood that we could raise something ... not so nice."

"Really?"

"Indeed. I am simply an amateur at these things, but I know that."

"What if Houdini comes back and he doesn't like what--or who--he sees?"

"He won't come if the atmosphere isn't right."

"It won't be," Temple predicted. "If I had a chance to come back from the dead, and the condition was that Crawford Buchanan would be one of the first faces I'd see, I'd take the endless sleep."

"I hope you're wrong." Electra stood still, even her hair--despite * its fortified Bloody Mary-red hue--wilting slightly. "But Karma has been unusually agitated the past few days, and that isn't a good sign."

"What about karma?"

Electra blinked, then spoke quickly, drawing Temple down the hall to the elevators. "I said the karma seems agitated lately. Bad vibes. We must meditate on the way over so we are calm.

Can you drive and meditate, Temple?"

"In my sleep," she swore.

*************

Temple was glad she'd checked out the haunted-house site ahead of time. She knew the best place to park, not too far from the light thrown by the attraction. She knew just where to go, and which ghoul to wave her pass at.

The shapeless, rubbery vision of vivisection-in-progress eyeballed her outfit, then nodded solemn approval, shaping the huge hand into a circled thumb in the "okay" sign.

"Rhadddikkell cahstooomb, laaahhdee," it moaned as they passed.

"What did ... it say?" Electra wanted to know.

"An ancient Theban password to the Minotaur."

"Really? Have you considered where Houdini might have been all these decades, waiting for the right call back? I have an idea it could be Atlantis!"

They were forced to wait as a lump of costumed clients clogged the door.

Temple eyed Electra. "I thought you were going to finish your award-winning romance novel proposal and submit it; Sun City Sweet Pea, or whatever."

" San Antonio Sunflower. And I am."

"You sound like you've been delving more into the paranormal than the hormonal."

"Oh, pish. I've always had a psychic streak. Goes back to my uncle Titmouse."

"Uncle Titmouse?"

"That's just what we children called him. His real name was Thaddeus, and he had some major stories about the family's occult past. Besides, the paranormal romance is all the rage. I'm thinking of adding a reborn Egyptian princess to my plot."

"In San Antonio?"

"It's warm there, and they have palm trees."

"But do they have sunflowers in Egypt?"

"I don't know. Do you think it matters?"

"Obviously not. Come on, get this line moving!"

Temple's exhortation must have worked, because thirty seconds later everyone funneled into the swallowing dark.

"We're with the seance," Electra told a seven-feet-tall Frankenstein's monster just inside the door.

He lifted a four-feet-long arm and pointed to a young woman wearing a cobweb body stocking, dewed with the occasional rhine-stone and spider.

"I'll take you ladies right up," she assured them in a solicitous voice, as if they might trip on their muumuus.

Temple clumped up the stairs behind the would-be Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, as Electra, Mistress of the Lark, lifted her floral hem to keep from tripping.

Temple's watch dial glowed in the dark, so she brought it close to her face. Eleven forty-five.

In an hour and fifteen minutes it would all be over and she could race over to the Crystal Phoenix with Electra and tell them all about it.