I didn’t hear from my mother the next day or the day after. On the third day, I got a call from Jack Stein. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he asked if I would be available to meet him for lunch the following day. Not having talked to mother yet, I didn’t feel at all prepared, but nevertheless, I agreed to meet him at a small seaside cafe.

I was glad to be meeting with Jack away from the house because of Stella. She continues to baffle me. Mother didn’t seem too concerned about what Stella knows or doesn’t know, but I’m uncomfortable discussing anything with her, so I don’t. That seems to upset her. Stella is one of those people who makes everything her business.

I’m meeting with Jack today, and still no word from Mother. I decided I needed some air.

When I returned from my walk on the beach, Stella was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

“I just want some coffee and one of your delicious croissants, Stella. I’m having lunch out and I need to shower and change, soon.”

“You haven’t said anything about Miss Claire in days, Miss Kat. Have you really not spoken to her? It’s not unusual for her to leave and not be in touch for a while, but she’s never been this sick, before.”

“I promise to let you know if and when I hear anything if you promise to do the same.”

I had been waiting to question Stella about her comment the night of the dinner. “Stella, what did you mean the other night when you said you couldn’t wait for Mother to learn that we ‘almost’ pulled it off.”

She brought my coffee and croissant over to the table and sat down across from me.

“I know the signs, Kat. She’s up to something. She wants you to get close to this group of ‘friends’ doesn’t she? By the way, I think you handled Ms. Morris beautifully. When I said, we almost pulled it off, I only meant they must have seen it as I did. Under normal circumstances Miss Claire would have found a way to be here for her annual Thanksgiving gathering. Where is she really, Kat? She didn’t go off someplace to die did she?”

“I don’t know, Stella. I really wish I did.”

Then…and now…

When I arrived at the cafe, Jack was already seated. The hostess was expecting me and took me to his table. I tried not to be distracted by his strikingly good looks. I made a mental note to look in Mother’s binder and refresh my memory of his age.

He stood to greet me and offered me a seat across from him.

“Good afternoon, Kat. You appear to be doing well. What would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have water with lemon, please. How are the girls? I really enjoyed meeting them the other night.”

“They’re back in school and too busy to spend much time with me, I’m afraid. May we talk before we order? It’s important.”

“I’m in no rush to eat. Let’s talk.” I took a sip of water and waited for Jack to start the conversation.

“I’m sure you must be terribly worried about Claire. I want you to know that I talked to her doctor this morning. The news is not good, Kat.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just sat there and waited for him to go on.

“The doctor said your mother wants to see you. She wanted me to tell you this in person. She would like me to bring you to her. Time is very critical, Kat. I intend to fly you there. My plane is ready and waiting for us. How soon can you be ready?”

“Where is she, Jack? Where is my mother?”

“I can’t tell you that. I only know that we’re flying to Seattle and a car will be waiting for us. plan to be away for several days. You can tell Stella as much.”

“Then let’s go. Give me thirty minutes at the house. Stella can fix some sandwiches for us to take along.”

On the way to the airfield, something occurred to me. Mother said ruby red slippers or not, I would never be back in Kansas. Now here I was, going back to Seattle where I had lived half my life. I wondered if it was just a coincidence that my mother was there.

As I went over in my mind the events and brief conversations I’d been a part of since Mother handed me the portfolio that day, something else stood out. Stella said I had handled the situation with Annette Morris well at the dinner party. Stella was not in the living room at the time. She was in the kitchen with the children.

What I wouldn’t give to know what this was all about. Maybe on the flight to Seattle, Jack will help me understand what Project Truth or Consequences is, and what will be expected of me.

I was awake early on Thanksgiving day. It was a blustery morning, but I decided to put on some warm clothes and take a walk on the beach. I was a bundle of nerves. The thought of waltzing into a room full of people I’ve never met and trying to win them over for a purpose not yet revealed to me, was rather unnerving. It was also very possibly not the wisest decision I have ever made. I had a strong feeling that if I saw this through, my life would be very different. Is that what I wanted?

When I got back to the house, Stella was quite frantic. How would I ever keep her under control on top of everything else? I decided to put her in charge of the children…if any of them came. Stella said the “guests” seemed quite surprised by the invitation.

We set the table in the breakfast cove off the kitchen and tried to make it appealing to the girls who were twelve and fourteen, and a little eight year old boy. Trixie wasn’t too happy to be disturbed, but I was sure she would forgive us when she saw the kids. Soon it was time to get ready for the evening.

I checked on Stella one more time and reminded her that we should not say anything concerning my mother that might alarm the guests. She was busy getting holiday cookies ready for the kids to decorate.

I got ready and then waited for Stella to come and let me know when everyone had arrived. Soon there was a rap on my door. “They’re here.” Stella said. “And so are the children.”

I put on my best smile and walked down the stairs. Everyone was gathered in the front room.

“Welcome,” I said. “Mother has been out of town and unfortunately, her return has been delayed. She wanted me to wish you all a happy Thanksgiving. I’m Claire’s daughter, Kat Spencer. I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed Mother and I are that she won’t be joining us, but I must say I have really been looking forward to this very special occassion.”

I walked over to the gentleman, who was standing closest to me. “Mr. Stein,” I said. “I’m delighted to meet you. I held out my hand and he took it in both of his for a moment.

“I’m looking forward to what promises to be a very pleasant evening,” he said. “Allow me to introduce you to my daughters.”

“Of course,” I turned to the older of the two. “You must be Vanessa, and you’re Alice. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such beautiful young ladies.”

I heard a small voice behind me say, “Well, lady, my name is Tio and I bet you’re pleased to meet me, too.”

I knelt down to greet the adorable grandson of Akeno and Goro Phin.

The Phin’s were pleasant, but openly curious. Caroline, the Alzheimer’s volunteer, was relaxed and friendly.

I walked over to Annette Morris, the Art Therapist, who was standing in front of the fireplace. She was not smiling.

“Ms. Morris, I…”

“Ms. Spencer,” (I was a little taken aback by the interruption. Annette Morris was looking right through me.) “How long will you be staying in Brewster?” She asked.

I felt very vulnerable at that moment, but I boldly forged ahead. “I’m making my home here now, Ms. Morris, and I must say, I’m looking forward to my new life and spending more time with my dear mother.”

I walked over and took a glass of champagne from the server’s tray. “May I propose a toast? To new friends and new adventures. Happy Thanksgiving.” Everyone raised their glass but Annette, who placed her glass on the mantle, excused herself, and left.

As if on cue, Stella came to get the children.

There were a few awkward moments after we were all seated in the dinning room, but soon small talk began and overall the dinner went well. We moved to the living room for dessert and coffee. The fireplace made the room feel cozy and everyone seemed relaxed. Throughout the evening, no one mentioned Annette Morris or offered an explanation as to why she left so abruptly.

As everyone began to say their goodbyes, Jack Stein and his daughters remained behind. “Girls, please go and thank Miss Stella, I would like a moment with Ms. Spencer before we leave.”

I had no idea what would come next. He sat in a chair facing me. He leaned back with his forefinger to his chin. He was looking me in the eye as if he was trying to find the right words to say what he wanted to say.

“Thank you for inviting us here tonight. I enjoyed the evening and I know my daughters did as well. I need to speak quickly before they come back. When you next talk with your mother, please give her my regards. Claire and I have been close friends for many years. I admire her more than any other person on earth. And also tell her this…considering the circumstances we find ourselves in, if she wants you to be a part of Project Truth or Consequences, I’m willing to consider it, and I’m sure most of the others will as well.”

“Mr. Stein, I doubt Mother will get that same feedback from Ms. Morris. Aside from that, I’m not sure what my mother has told you about me, and you’re not sure how much I know about you or your covert operation.”

“Please call me Jack. I believe you have established a good place for us to start when we meet again. I’m hoping that can happen in the very near future.”

“Let me know the time and place, Jack, and I will make myself available. And please call me Kat. You can be sure I will pass your message on to Mother.”

About that time, the girls, escorted by Stella, came back into the room.

Jack Stein rose and turned to Stella and the girls. “Thank you again Miss Stella. Kat… I will be in touch, soon.”

When the door shut behind them I turned to go upstairs to my room. I was drained and I didn’t want Stella to start asking questions. “Good night, Stella. Thank you for entertaining the children.”

“You’re very welcome,” she said. “I think Miss Claire will be very pleased when she learns that we almost pulled it off.”

Stella was beside herself. I needed to buy some time.

“Don’t worry, Stella,” I said. “It appears Mother has decided to do another one of her disappearing acts. She mentions a health spa. Apparently she hired a driver to take her there.”

“What health spa? Why would she go away the day before the dinner party she wanted to host so badly?”

So far, Stella wasn’t buying my explanation. “She doesn’t mention the name of the spa and she doesn’t want us to cancel the dinner party. We’re just going to have to accept things as they are. Now…how are you set for an elegant evening dress? Would you like to come shopping with me? My treat.”

Stella’s concern evaporated and within an hour, we were on our way.

We tried on everything we thought would be appropriate and some just for fun. In the end, we bought several things. We would, of course, wear the more formal dresses tomorrow.

When we got home, Stella went to prepare dinner and I went to my room to go over the letter of instructions Mother had left for me. I had to figure out what exactly was going on and why she was involving me.

The letter continued.

My dear Kathleen,

I know there is much for us to discuss, but that must wait for now.

I was hoping to remain here until after the dinner party, but my health was fading quickly, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to be an adequate host. The sea air only exacerbates my condition. Our guests must not be told how ill I am. They must think I’m able to carry on as usual. Don’t worry about Stella. They’re all used to her exaggerations.

Now for the matter at hand.

Wait for all five guests to arrive before making your appearance. Stella can greet them and the staff I hired can offer them refreshments.

When you enter the room, go to each guest and introduce yourself. You must play the part of my loving daughter and only child. Find a way to make them aware that you know things about them. Leave each of them curious about exactly how much you actually do know. This is a big gamble.

They must accept and trust you. If they allow you to replace me in our covert operation, you will be rewarded beyond belief. I’m begging you to accept this challenge, but Kathleen, ruby red slippers or not, you will never be back in Kansas again.

I’ll be on touch sometime tomorrow.

Love,

Mother

I had to learn more before I would commit to something that for now was elusive at best.

Mother said it was important for them to trust me. I had an idea.

If I was going to be any part of this, I was going to do it my way. I went to find Stella.

“Stella…please contact each of our guests. Appologize for the last minute change of plans. Tell them that in the spirit of Thanksgiving we would love to include their children. They shouldn’t be away from them on Thanksgiving Day, anyway. I believe one couple is raising a grandson. Tell them the dress will be holiday casual. The outfits you and I purchased today that better reflect our personalities, will be perfect.”

Mother appeared to be sleeping soundly so I left and went directly to my room. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was take a long soak in the tub and go to bed.

I woke up early the next morning, and after getting dressed, I took the back stairs to the kitchen to make some coffee and get something to eat. The house seemed pretty quiet, so I assumed I was the only one up. I was wrong.

Shortly after I got to the kitchen, Stella came bustling into the room carrying a maraca in each hand. This lady who was my mother’s nurse/caretaker seemed a little strange to me.

“Good morning, Miss Kat! You did say to call you Kat. You look more like a Kathleen, but I’ll call you Kat if that’s what you prefer. Can I get you some breakfast?”

“Thank you Stella. I am rather hungry. I realized this morning that breakfast was the only meal I had, yesterday. Have you checked on Mother this morning? I went to talk with her when I got back from my walk, but she was sleeping.”

Stella looked a little uncomfortable and put down her maracas. “I was doing my morning exercises with my weighted maracas. I hope the noise didn’t wake you, but it’s much more fun to move to mariachi music, you know, like The rhythm is going to get you.”

“No, you didn’t wake me. I was asking about my mother.”

“Oh, yes. She was still sleeping when I looked in on her about an hour ago. I’ll fix her some tea and take it to her shortly. I’ll need to wake her. It’s almost time for her medication.”

“What exactly is the state of her health, Stella? She seems rather ill and extremely frail. Should she really be having all of those friends of hers here tomorrow for Thanksgiving?”

“I’ve been with your mother for ten years, Miss Kat. She has a serious heart condition. And let’s face it…old age takes it’s toll. As for her “guests,” it’s very important to her that you meet them and they you. Your mother will be happy to know you’re concerned about her well being.”

“What my mother did to me and her own mother and father was unforgivable, “I said rather abruptly. “But even I can’t be ugly to a sick and defenseless old woman.” Stella dished up scrambled eggs, bacon, and a fresh croissant for me. After she brought my coffee and juice, she prepared a tray to take to my mother.

“I’m sure Miss Claire will want to see you, Miss Kat. Are you planning to stay close to home today?”

“So far, I have no plans. I assume dinner tomorrow will be a casual affair.”

Stella turned and gave me a look I didn’t quite understand. “Oh, quite the contrary,” she said. “Miss Claire has arranged for a service to prepare and serve an elegant dinner. Have you seen the formal dining room?”

Stella took the tray and left the kitchen singing, “The rhythm is going to get you, 1-2-3 Kick!”

I was pouring a second cup of coffee and pondering the thought of going shopping for tomorrow’s elegant dinner, when Stella came rushing back into the kitchen. She looked terrified. “She’s gone, Miss Kat! Miss Claire is gone!”

“That’s nonsense,” I said. “Mother isn’t capable of going anywhere. Is her wheelchair still beside the bed?”

At Stella’s bewildered look, I ran passed her and up the stairs. When I got to Mother’s room, the wheelchair was sitting beside the bed, but my mother was nowhere to be found. I was about to tell Stella to call the police when my eyes fell on an envelope on the night stand. It was addressed to me. I quickly tore off the end and removed a single sheet of paper. It was a letter from my mother.

My Dear Kathleen,

I desperately need you to trust me. You must follow the instructions I’m about to give you to the letter.

I was stunned by what I read. Stella was standing in the doorway wringing her hands. She was waiting for me to say something. All I could hear was my heart beating in my ears and the waves.

So this was it. My new home. I couldn’t wait to see the inside of the quaint little house. I retrieved my suitcase from the back of the SUV before making my way up the few steps to the front door. There were no outside lights on and the inside appeared to be dark as well. I fumbled with the key until it finally slipped into the lock. I opened the door and reached to my right to turn on the lights. I found myself in a very welcoming front room.

As I looked around, my eyes fell on two brown eyes nearly covered with shaggy hair.

“You must be Trixie,” I said. “I understand you come with the house. Where is your caretaker? And why did they not leave a light on?” Trixie remained in the chair, appearing to be sizing me up.

“I’m not used to shaggy little dogs, and I’m sure it will take a while for you to warm up to me. Hopefully, we’ll grow on each other. In the meantime, maybe you can show me to my room.”

Trixie jumped down off the chair and headed up the stairs, turning to wait as I lugged my suitcase to the top. The little dog passed the first room and a small bathroom.

She led me down the hallway to a second bedroom. It was decorated tastefully but simply… just as I had imagined it would be.

After taking a quick bath, I changed into my nightclothes and climbed under the soft warm covers of the bed. Trixie sat on the floor and stared at me until I finally gave her permission to join me.

“My name is Kathleen,” I said. “But most people call me Kat…sorry!”

I welcomed the sleep that was sure to come quickly. Tomorrow was the day I would find out what was expected of me.

My mother and her nurse would be arriving around noon. It was my understanding they would only be here for a few days. No one had seen or heard from my mother in years. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air. I was her only child and had been quite devastated when she left and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about seeing her again. I had long ago given up any hope that she was ever coming back.