Catch As Cat Can

42

. . . Cool. A beautiful fall day.” Diego described the day in Montevideo, for the seasons were reversed south of the equator.

“Raining here. When the animals walk two by two I'll worry.” Harry laughed.

“Can you believe they're talking about the weather?” Pewter wrinkled her nose.

“And you don't?” Tucker felt a craving for bacon and wished Harry would make a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.

“So much has happened since you left.” Harry didn't want to spend a lot of Diego's money on a long phone call. She had no idea how much money he really had but she certainly didn't want to waste any of it. “Don Clatterbuck was shot and killed. You might not remember him.”

“Vaguely. Virginia sounds like the Wild West. Are you safe?”

“Sure. I'm of no importance to anybody.”

“You are to me. I hope to see you again—soon.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, her voice lifted. “What do you have to do tomorrow?”

“Thomas and I fly over to Buenos Aires, which isn't far. If you look on a map you can see how the cities sit.” A clock chimed behind him.

“Where are you now?”

“At my family's apartment in the city.”

“I heard the chimes.”

“A grandfather clock brought over from France in 1846. Oh, my father can tell you stories, but I didn't call to speak of my father. I called to tell you I will see you the weekend of the party, the ball.” He paused. “I know you have a date for the ball. I will give him a run for his money.”

“Please do.”

“What can I bring you from Buenos Aires?”

“A picture of the polo grounds, where the Argentine Open is played. And you. I'd like to see you.” This was about as flirtatious as Harry could bring herself to be.

“Sí!”

They said their good-byes, then hung up. Harry hummed to herself, then checked the kitchen clock.

“I'd better get moving.”

“Take us.”