{"id":979,"date":"2020-10-11T23:15:08","date_gmt":"2020-10-12T06:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/monicanolan.com\/pulppep\/?p=979"},"modified":"2020-10-11T23:15:08","modified_gmt":"2020-10-12T06:15:08","slug":"sheltering-in-place-at-the-magdalena-arms-episode-xxiv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/monicanolan.com\/pulppep\/2020\/10\/11\/sheltering-in-place-at-the-magdalena-arms-episode-xxiv\/","title":{"rendered":"Sheltering in Place at the Magdalena Arms: Episode XXIV"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Previously<\/strong>: Phyllis and Laura left the uproar over Beverly behind briefly, in order to visit the Department of Public Records, courtesy of Laura\u2019s connection Florence. However their search for Mrs. DeWitt\u2019s daughters birth certificate took second place to a moment of forbidden pandemic passion!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Public Records II<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The shock of Phyllis\u2019s lips in the velvety darkness of the records room muffled the practical problems Laura knew she should point out. It wasn\u2019t only the physical fact of Phyllis\u2019s lips on hers but the astounding fact that Phyllis, careful, protocol-conscious Phyllis, had thrown caution to the winds!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura found it at once disturbing reckless\u2014and deeply romantic. The contradictory reactions seemed to fuse into a dangerous thrill that made the kiss more unsettling than any she\u2019d experienced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As long as Phyllis\u2019s lips were pressed to hers, Laura was in thrall to this heady delight. But the two women had to breathe, and in the time it took to draw apart, panting, reason rushed in, filling the gap between them like an invisible wedge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One minute their mouths were joined as if magnetized; the next, the two civil servants sprang apart, as if pushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPhyllis, we can\u2019t!\u201d Laura panted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right! I\u2019m sorry!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m so sorry!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura felt her way to the door and found the light switch. The fluorescents flickered on and the greenish-yellow light gave Phyllis a sickly pallor as she stood, still repeating her apologies. As light flooded the room, the stricken statistician blinked, and stuttered to a stop. She stooped to pick up the sheet of Mrs. DeWitt\u2019s aliases from the floor, while Laura retrieved the pen light. There was an awkward moment as each woman tried to hand the other the object they held. Finally the exchange was made, and Phyllis stowed the penlight in her purse, while Laura carefully ripped the list of names in half.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTop or bottom?\u201d Laura essayed a light-hearted tone, then bit her lip. Phyllis flushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEither, it doesn\u2019t matter. I mean\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura thrust the top half at Phyllis and the two colleagues sped to opposite corners of the file room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura headed towards the W’s. The unsettled civil servant stared unseeingly at her names: Madame d\u2019Esprit, Hattie White<\/em>, while a dozen different notions caromed around her head like billiard balls after a break. She pulled out the W\u2019s and realized after staring blankly for some number of seconds that the W names were further subdivided by year. The range of possible birth-years for Mrs. DeWitt\u2019s missing daughter, 1910-1924 as calculated by Ramona, was at the bottom of her half of the sheet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura looked over her shoulder, wondering if she should remind Phyllis of the date range. But Phyllis was already hunched over a low drawer, rapidly flipping through birth records. Laura faced front and forced herself to do the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What had prompted her panicked reaction? Was it fear of Covid? Or something else entirely?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura tried to analyze the moment of madness objectively, as if it were a housing unit she\u2019d been instructed to evaluate. She wasn\u2019t really afraid of catching Covid from Phyllis; but the shock of breaking a societal taboo, which had assumed a daunting solidity in such a short time, still thrummed through her. That must be why her fingers trembled as she flicked over another birth certificate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If not Covid, why had she pulled away? After all, her crush on Phyllis had been an unquestioned fact of Laura\u2019s life for years\u2014you\u2019d think that this first physical expression of affection from Phyllis would fill her with rapture, not confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps that <\/em>was the source of her panic. After all, after years of yearning, an actual kiss was quite a shock to the system!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or had she simply been influenced by Florence, and the way she\u2019d cold-shouldered Phyllis? Florence was militant, and Laura could guess what she was thinking: That Laura was wasting her time with a white girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1912: White, Abigail; White, Caroline; White, Elizabeth; White, Hester<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, Laura dismissed Florence and her politics as a motivation. That wasn\u2019t what made her jump back like Phyllis was some kind of leper. She liked and respected Phyllis–they were friends, if nothing else. Besides, Laura believed in revolution from within; maybe now she was merely assistant to the Head of Housing, but she planned to climb much higher in Bay City Bureaucracy, and Phyllis was a useful ally as well as a respected colleague\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ambitious bureaucrat\u2019s fingers froze on 1913\u2019s White, Beatrice. <\/em>Was she using Phyllis? Clinging to her old crush as an excuse to keep Phyllis in her corner? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, no!<\/em> Laura took a deep breath. She couldn\u2019t be that calculating. She respected and admired Phyllis. She found their encounters in the basement kitchen comforting. And when Phyllis pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up her nose, it gave her a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly she recalled feeling Phyllis\u2019s glasses pressing into her cheek, and her face grew hot. She replayed the kiss in her head as she thumbed through Whites from 1914 to 1922, without coming to any definite conclusions. She jumped a foot when Phyllis touched her gently on the shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry!\u201d The statistician stepped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPhyllis, for heaven\u2019s sake, stop apologizing!\u201d her confused colleague snapped. Then immediately muttered, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I was just startled.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The truth was, she\u2019d been remembering the forceful feel of Phyllis\u2019s hand on the back of her head, and wondering what might have happened if the older woman hadn\u2019t been so quick to pick up Laura\u2019s cue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI just found something, and thought we should ask your friend Florence to make a copy,\u201d  Phyllis said, her voice low. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou found one of the pseudonyms?\u201d Laura exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot quite,\u201d said Phyllis. She handed Laura a birth certificate from 1924, for Maud DeWitt, daughter of Harold and Georgine Abernathy DeWitt. Laura looked at Phyllis puzzled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt occurred to me that this might be a clue to Mrs. DeWitt\u2019s family,\u201d Phyllis explained. \u201cWe know Mrs. DeWitt came from money; we think she lived on a large estate, somewhere outside Bay City, before she was estranged from her family. Terry and Sylvia were assigned to comb through her early correspondence, but they haven\u2019t gotten very far. See the address?\u201d She reached out to tap the birth certificate. \u201cIn Munsee Bay. There\u2019s a lot of old money in Munsee. Maybe this Harold is a brother or a cousin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d said Laura. \u201cWe should probably make copies of all the DeWitt birth records.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe phonebook might be more efficient,\u201d Phyllis pointed out. \u201cAnd of course we\u2019ll want to focus on certain years.\u201d Her glasses were steaming up from the mask covering her mouth and nose and she took them off and wiped them absentmindedly on her blouse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laura was distracted from the find by the gold glints in Phyllis\u2019s brown eyes. The statistician really was an attractive woman; Laura couldn\u2019t understand why most people considered Phyllis plain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seeing Phyllis looked at her quizzically, Laura realized that she\u2019d been staring. \u201cYes, well, I\u2019ll just go take this to Florence,\u201d she said, striving for her normal manner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she had a feeling her attempt had fallen flat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Next<\/strong>: Where has Jackie disappeared to? Will Ramona distract herself with new tenant Millie? With Lon camping out in Angel\u2019s Hair Salon, won\u2019t Angelo feel even more confined? And what the heck was Laura\u2019s mysterious phone call all about?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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