Hot Ice Public Secrets Genuine Lies Carnal Innocence Honest...
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NORAROBERTS
HotIceSacredSinsBrazenVirtueSweetRevengePublicSecretsGenuineLies
CarnalInnocenceDivineEvil
HonestIllusionsPrivateScandals
HiddenRichesTrueBetrayalsMontanaSkySanctuaryHomeportTheReefRiver’sEnd
CarolinaMoonTheVilla
MidnightBayouThreeFatesBirthright
NorthernLightsBlueSmokeAngelsFallHighNoonTribute
BlackHillsTheSearchChasingFireTheWitnessWhiskeyBeach
TonightandAlwaysTheCollector
SERIES
IRISHBORNTRILOGY
BorninFireBorninIce
BorninShame
DREAMTRILOGY
DaringtoDreamHoldingtheDreamFindingtheDream
CHESAPEAKEBAYSAGA
SeaSweptRisingTidesInnerHarbor
ChesapeakeBlue
GALLAGHERSOFARDMORETRILOGY
JewelsoftheSunTearsoftheMoonHeartoftheSea
THREESISTERSISLANDTRILOGY
DanceUpontheAirHeavenandEarth
FacetheFire
KEYTRILOGY
KeyofLightKeyofKnowledgeKeyofValor
INTHEGARDENTRILOGY
BlueDahliaBlackRoseRedLily
CIRCLETRILOGY
Morrigan’sCross
DanceoftheGodsValleyofSilence
SIGNOFSEVENTRILOGY
BloodBrothersTheHollow
ThePaganStone
BRIDEQUARTET
VisioninWhiteBedofRoses
SavortheMomentHappyEverAfter
THEINNBOONSBOROTRILOGY
TheNextAlwaysTheLastBoyfriendThePerfectHope
THECOUSINSO’DWYERTRILOGY
DarkWitchShadowSpellBloodMagick
eBOOKSBYNORAROBERTS
CORDINA’SROYALFAMILY
AffaireRoyaleCommandPerformanceThePlayboyPrince
Cordina’sCrownJewel
THEDONOVANLEGACY
CaptivatedEntrancedCharmedEnchanted
THEO’HURLEYS
TheLastHonestWoman
DancetothePiperSkinDeep
WithoutaTrace
NIGHTTALES
NightShiftNightShadowNightshadeNightSmokeNightShield
THEMACGREGORS
TheWinningHand
ThePerfectNeighborAllthePossibilitiesOneMan’sArtTemptingFatePlayingtheOdds
TheMacGregorBridesTheMacGregorGroomsRebellion/InfromtheCold
ForNow,Forever
THECALHOUNS
Suzanna’sSurrender
Megan’sMateCourtingCatherineAManforAmandaFortheLoveofLilah
IRISHLEGACY
IrishRoseIrishRebel
IrishThoroughbred
BestLaidPlansLovingJackLawless
SummerLoveBoundaryLinesDualImage
FirstImpressionsTheLawIsaLady
LocalHeroThisMagicMomentTheNameoftheGame
PartnersTemptation
TheWelcomingOppositesAttract
TimeWasTimesChangeGabriel’sAngelHolidayWishes
TheHeart’sVictoryTheRightPathRulesoftheGameSearchforLoveBlitheImagesFromThisDaySongoftheWestIslandofFlowers
HerMother’sKeeperUntamed
Sullivan’sWomanLessofaStranger
ReflectionsDanceofDreamsStormWarning
OnceMoreWithFeelingEndingsandBeginningsAMatterofChoice
NORAROBERTS&J.D.ROBB
RememberWhen
J.D.ROBB
NakedinDeathGloryinDeath
ImmortalinDeathRaptureinDeathCeremonyinDeathVengeanceinDeathHolidayinDeath
ConspiracyinDeath
LoyaltyinDeathWitnessinDeathJudgmentinDeathBetrayalinDeathSeductioninDeathReunioninDeathPurityinDeathPortraitinDeathImitationinDeathDividedinDeathVisionsinDeathSurvivorinDeath
OrigininDeathMemoryinDeathBorninDeath
InnocentinDeathCreationinDeathStrangersinDeathSalvationinDeathPromisesinDeathKindredinDeathFantasyinDeathIndulgenceinDeathTreacheryinDeath
NewYorktoDallasCelebrityinDeathDelusioninDeathCalculatedinDeathThanklessinDeathConcealedinDeathFestiveinDeathObsessioninDeath
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PARTI|THEFALSEChapter1Chapter2Chapter3Chapter4Chapter5
Chapter6Chapter7Chapter8Chapter9Chapter10Chapter11Chapter12Chapter13Chapter14Chapter15Chapter16Chapter17Chapter18Chapter19
PARTII|THEROOTSChapter20Chapter21Chapter22Chapter23Chapter24Chapter25Chapter26Chapter27Chapter28Chapter29
PARTIII|THEREALChapter30
Epilogue
I1
nthebighouse—andShelbywouldalwaysthinkofitasthebig
house—shesatinherhusband’sbigleatherchairathisbig,importantdesk.Thecolorofthechairwas
espresso.Notbrown.Richardhadbeenveryexactaboutthatsortofthing.Thedeskitself,sosleekandshiny,wasAfricanzebrawood,andcustom-madeforhiminItaly.
Whenshe’dsaid—justajoke—thatshedidn’tknowtheyhadzebrasinItaly,he’dgivenherthatlook.Thelookthattoldherdespitethebighouse,thefancyclothesandthefatdiamondonthefourthfingerofherlefthand,she’d
alwaysbeShelbyAnnePomeroy,twostepsoutofthebumpkintowninTennesseewhereshewasbornandraised.
He’dhavelaughedonce,shethoughtnow,he’dhaveknownshewasjokingandlaughedasifshewerethesparkleinhislife.ButohGod,she’ddulledinhiseyes,andsofast,too.
Themanshe’dmetnearlyfiveyearsbeforeonastarry
summernighthadsweptheroffherfeet,awayfromeverythingshe’dknown,intoworldsshe’dbarelyimagined.
He’dtreatedherlikeaprincess,shownherplacesshe’donlyreadaboutinbooksorseeninmovies.Andhe’dlovedheronce—hadn’the?Itwasimportanttorememberthat.He’dlovedher,wantedher,givenherallanywomancouldaskfor.
Provided.Thatwasawordhe’doftenused.He’dprovidedforher.
Maybehe’dbeenupsetwhenshegotpregnant,maybeshe’dbeenafraid—justforaminute—ofthelookinhiseyeswhenshetoldhim.Buthe’dmarriedher,hadn’the?WhiskedherofftoLasVegasliketheywerehavingtheadventureofalifetime.
They’dbeenhappythen.Itwasimportanttoremember
thatnow,too.Shehadtorememberthat,toholdtightthememoriesofthegoodtimes.
Awomanwidowedattwenty-fourneededmemories.
Awomanwholearnedshe’dbeenlivingalie,wasnotonlybrokebutinterrible,breathtakingdebt,neededremindersofthegoodtimes.
Thelawyersandaccountantsandtaxpeople
explaineditalltoher,buttheymightaswellhavebeenspeakingGreekwhentheywentonaboutleveragingandhedgefundsandforeclosures.Thebighouse,onethathadintimidatedhersinceshe’dwalkedinthedoor,wasn’thers—ornotenoughherstomatter—butthemortgagecompany’s.Thecars,leasednotbought,andwiththepaymentsoverdue,nothers,either.
Thefurniture?Boughtoncredit,andthosepaymentsoverdue.
Andthetaxes.Shecouldn’tbeartothinkaboutthetaxes.Itterrifiedhertothinkofthem.
InthetwomonthsandeightdayssinceRichard’sdeath,itseemedallshedidwasthinkaboutmattershe’dtoldhernottoworryabout,mattersthatweren’therconcern.Matters,whenhe’d
giveherthatlook,thatwerenoneofherbusiness.
Nowitwasallherconcern,andallherbusiness,becausesheowedcreditors,amortgagecompanyandtheUnitedStatesgovernmentsomuchmoneyitparalyzedher.
Shecouldn’taffordtobeparalyzed.Shehadachild,shehadadaughter.Calliewasallthatmatterednow.Shewasonlythree,Shelbythought,andwantedtolay
herheaddownonthatslick,shinydeskandweep.
“Butyouwon’t.You’rewhatshe’sgotnow,soyou’lldowhateverhastobedone.”
Sheopenedoneoftheboxes,theonemarked“PersonalPapers.”Thelawyersandtaxpeoplehadtakeneverything,gonethrougheverything,copiedeverything,shesupposed.
Nowshewouldgothrougheverything,andseewhat
couldbesalvaged.ForCallie.Sheneededtofindenough,
somewhere,toprovideforherchildaftershe’dpaidoffallthedebt.She’dgetwork,ofcourse,butitwouldn’tbeenough.
Shedidn’tcareaboutthemoney,shethoughtasshebegangoingthroughreceiptsforsuitsandshoesandrestaurantsandhotels.Forprivateplanes.She’dlearnedshedidn’tcareaboutthe
moneyafterthefirstwhirlwindyear,afterCallie.
AfterCallieallshe’dwantedwasahome.
Shestopped,lookedaroundRichard’soffice.Theharshcolorsofthemodernarthe’dpreferred,thestarkwhitewallshesaidbestshowedoffthatart,andthedarkwoodsandleathers.
Thiswouldn’tbehome,andhadn’tbeen.Wouldneverbe,shethought,ifshelived
hereeightyyearsinsteadofthescantthreemonthssincethey’dmovedin.
He’dboughtitwithoutconsultingher,furnisheditwithoutaskingwhatshe’dlike.Asurprise,he’dsaid,throwingopenthedoorstothismonsterhouseinVillanova,thisechoingbuildinginwhathe’dclaimedwasthebestofthePhiladelphiasuburbs.
Andshe’dpretendedto
loveit,hadn’tshe?Gratefulforasettledplace,howevermuchthehardcolorsandtoweringceilingsintimidated.Calliewouldhaveahome,gotogoodschools,playinasafeneighborhood.
Makefriends.She’dmakefriends,too—thathadbeenherhope.
Buttherehadn’tbeentime.Justastherewasn’taten-
million-dollarlifeinsurancepolicy.He’dliedaboutthat,
too.LiedaboutthecollegefundforCallie.
Why?Sheputthatquestion
aside.She’dneverknowtheanswer,sowhyaskwhy?
Shecouldtakehissuitsandshoesandtiesandhissportsequipment,thegolfclubsandskis.Takeallthosetoconsignmentshops.Takewhatshecouldgetthere.
Takewhatevertheydidn’trepossessandsellit.On
damneBayifshehadto.OrCraigslist.Orapawnshop,itdidn’tmatter.
Plentyinherownclosettosell.Andjewelry,too.
Shelookedatthediamond,theringhe’dslippedonherfingerwhentheygottoVegas.Theweddingring,she’dkeep,butthediamond,she’dsell.Therewasplentyofherowntosell.
ForCallie.Shewentthroughfiles,
onebyone.They’dtakenallthecomputers,andthoseshedidn’thavebackyet.Buttheactualpaperwastangible.
Sheopenedhismedicalfile.
He’dtakengoodcareofhimself,shethought—whichremindedhertocancelthemembershipsatthecountryclub,atthefitnesscenter.Thathadgoneoutofhermind.He’dbeenahealthyman,onewhokepthisbody
intune,whonevermissedacheckup.
Sheneededtotossoutallthosevitaminsandsupplementshe’dtakendaily,shedecidedassheturnedoveranotherpaper.
Noreasontokeepthose,noreasontokeeptheserecords,either.ThehealthymanhaddrownedintheAtlantic,justafewmilesofftheSouthCarolinacoast,attheageofthirty-three.
Sheshouldjustshredallthis.Richardhadbeenbigonshreddingandhadhisownmachinerightthereintheoffice.Creditorsdidn’tneedtoseetheresultsofhislastroutinebloodworkortheconfirmationofhisflushotfromtwoyearsago,paperworkfromtheemergencyroomfromwhenhe’ddislocatedhisfingerplayingbasketball.
ForGod’ssake,thathad
beenthreeyearsago.Foramanwho’dshredenoughpaperworktomakeamountainrange,he’dsurebeenpossessiveabouthismedicalreceipts.
Shesighed,notinganother,datedalmostfouryearsago.Shestartedtotossitaside,stoppedandfrowned.Shedidn’tknowthisdoctor.Ofcourse,they’dbeenlivinginthatbighigh-riseinHoustonthen,andwhocouldkeep
trackofdoctorsthewaythey’dmovedeveryyear—sometimeslessthanthat.ButthisdoctorwasinNewYorkCity.
“Thatcan’tberight,”shemurmured.“WhywouldRichardgotoadoctorinNewYorkfora...”
Everythingwentcold.Hermind,herheart,herbelly.Herfingerstrembledassheliftedthepaper,broughtitcloserasifthewordswould
changewiththedistance.Buttheystayedthesame.RichardAndrewFoxworth
hadelectivesurgery,performedbyDr.DipokHaryanaatMountSinaiMedicalCenter,onJuly12,2011.Avasectomy.
He’dhadavasectomy,withouttellingher.Calliebarelytwomonthsoldandhe’dfixeditsotherecouldbenomorechildren.He’dpretendedtowantmorewhen
she’dbeguntalkingaboutanother.He’dagreedtogetchecked,asshegotchecked,when,afterayearoftrying,shehadn’tconceived.
Shecouldhearhimnow.You’vejustgottorelax,
Shelby,forGod’ssake.Ifyou’reworriedandtenseaboutit,it’llneverhappen.
“No,it’llneverhappen,becauseyoufixeditsoitcouldn’t.Youliedtome,evenaboutthat.Liedwhen
myheartbrokeeverymonth.“Howcouldyou?How
couldyou?”Shepushedawayfromthe
desk,pressedherfingerstohereyes.July,mid-July,andCallieabouteightweeksold.Abusinesstrip,he’dsaid,that’sright,sherememberedverywell.ToNewYork—hadn’tliedaboutthewhere.
Shehadn’twantedtotakethebabytothecity—he’dknownshewouldn’t.He’d
madeallthearrangements.Anothersurpriseforher.He’dsentherbacktoTennesseeonaprivateplane,herandherbaby.
Soshecouldspendsometimewithherfamily,he’dsaid.Showoffthebaby,lethermotherandgrandmotherspoilherandspoilCallieforacoupleofweeks.
She’dbeensohappy,sograteful,shethoughtnow.Andallthewhilehe’djust
beengettingheroutofthewaysohecouldmakecertainhedidn’tfatheranotherchild.
Shewalkedbacktothedesk,pickedupthephotoshe’dhadframedforhim.OneofherandCallie,takenbyherbrotherClayonthatverytrip.Athank-yougifthe’dseemedtovalueashe’dkeptitonhisdesk—whereverthey’dbeen—eversince.
“Anotherlie.Justanotherlie.Youneverlovedus.You
couldn’thaveliedandliedandliedifyou’dlovedus.”
Ontherageofbetrayalshenearlysmashedtheframeonthedesk.Onlythefaceofherbabystoppedher.Shesetitdownagain,ascarefullyasshemightpricelessandfragileporcelain.
Thensheloweredtothefloor—shecouldn’tsitbehindthatdesk,notnow.Shesatonthefloorwithharshcolorsagainsthardwhitewalls,
rocking,weeping.Weepingnotbecausethemanshe’dlovedwasdead,butbecauseheneverexisted.
•••
THEREWASNOTIMETOSLEEP.Thoughshedislikedcoffee,shemadeherselfanoversizedmugfromRichard’sItalianmachine—andhititwithadoubleshotofespresso.
Headachyfromthecrying
jag,wireduponcaffeine,shecombedthrougheverypaperinthebox,makingpiles.
Hotelandrestaurantreceiptswhenviewedwithnewlyopenedeyestoldherhehadn’tjustlied,buthadcheated.
Roomservicechargestoohighforamanalone.AddareceiptforasilverbanglefromTiffany’s—whichhe’dnevergiventoher—fromthesametrip,anotherfive
thousandatLaPerla—thelingeriehepreferredshewear—fromanothertrip,areceiptforaweekendspentinabed-and-breakfastinVermontwhenhe’dsaidhewasgoingtofinalizeadealinChicago,anditbegantosolidify.
Whyhadhekeptallthis,allthisproofofhisliesandinfidelity?Because,sherealized,she’dtrustedhim.
Noteventhat,shethought,accepting.She’dsuspectedan
affair,andhe’dlikelyknownshehad.Hekeptitbecausehe’dthoughthertooobedienttopokethroughhispersonalrecords.
Andshehadbeen.Theotherliveshe’dlived,
he’dlockedaway.Shehadn’tknownwheretofindthekey,wouldneverhavequestionedhim—andhe’dknownit.
Howmanyotherwomen?shewondered.Diditmatter?Onewastoomany,andany
ofthemwouldhavebeenmoresophisticated,moreexperiencedandknowledgeablethanthegirlfromthelittlemountaintowninTennesseehe’dknockedupwhenshewasnineteen,dazzledandfoolish.
Whyhadhemarriedher?Maybehe’dlovedher,at
leastalittle.Wantedher.Butshehadn’tbeenenough,notenoughtokeephimhappy,keephimtrue.
Anddidthatmatter,really?Hewasdead.
Yes,shethought.Yes,itmattered.
He’dmadeafoolofher,leftherhumiliated.Leftherwithafinancialburdenthatcouldhoundherforyearsandjeopardizetheirdaughter’sfuture.
Itdamnwellmattered.Shespentanotherhour
goingsystematicallythroughtheoffice.Thesafehad
alreadybeencleared.She’dknownaboutit,thoughshehadn’thadthecombination.She’dgiventhelawyerspermissiontohaveitopened.
They’dtakenmostofthelegaldocuments,buttherewasfivethousandincash.Shetookitout,setitaside.Callie’sbirthcertificate,theirpassports.
SheopenedRichard’s,studiedhisphoto.
Sohandsome.Smoothand
polished,likeamoviestar,withhisrichbrownhairandtawnyeyes.She’dsowishedCalliehadinheritedhisdimples.She’dbeensocharmedbythosedamndimples.
Shesetthepassportsaside.Howeverunlikelyitwasshe’dusehersorCallie’s,she’dpackthemup.She’ddestroyRichard’s.Or—maybeaskthelawyersifthat’swhatsheshoulddo.
Shefoundnothinghiddenaway,butshe’dgothrougheverythingagainbeforesheshreddedorfileditallawayagaininpackingboxes.
Hypedoncoffeeandgrief,shewalkedthroughthehouse,crossedthebigtwo-storyfoyer,tookthecurvingstairsup,thethicksockssheworesoundlessonthehardwood.
ShecheckedonCalliefirst,wentintothepretty
room,leaneddowntokissherdaughter’scheekbeforetuckingtheblanketsaroundherlittlegirl’sfavoredbutt-in-the-airsleepingposition.
Leavingthedooropen,shewalkeddownthehalltothemastersuite.
Shehatedtheroom,shethoughtnow.Hatedthegraywalls,theblackleatherheadboard,thesharplinesoftheblackfurniture.
Shehateditmorenow,
knowingshe’dmadelovewithhiminthatbedafterhe’dmadelovewithotherwomen,inotherbeds.
Asherbellytwistedsherealizedsheneededtogotothedoctorherself.Sheneededtobesurehehadn’tpassedanythingontoher.Don’tthinknow,shetoldherself.Justmaketheappointmenttomorrow,anddon’tthinknow.
Shewenttohiscloset—
onenearlyasbigasthewholeofthebedroomshe’dhadbackinRendezvousRidge,backhome.
Someofthesuitshadbarelybeenworn,shethought.Armani,Versace,Cucinelli.RichardhadleanedtowardItaliandesignersforsuits.Andshoes,shethought,takingapairofblackFerragamoloafersofftheshoeshelf,turningthemovertostudythesoles.
Barelyscuffed.Movingthrough,she
openedacupboard,tookoutsuitbags.
She’dtakeasmanyasshecouldmanagetotheconsignmentshopinthemorning.
“Shouldhavedoneitalready,”shemuttered.
Butfirstthere’dbeenshockandgrief,thenthelawyers,theaccountants,thegovernmentagent.
Shewentthroughthepocketsofagraypinstripetobecertaintheywereempty,transferredittothebag.Fiveabag,shecalculated.Fourbagsforthesuits,thenanotherfive—maybesix—forjacketsandcoats.Thenshirts,casualpants.
Themindlessworkkepthercalm;thegradualclearingofspacelightenedherheart,alittle.
Shehesitatedwhenshegot
tothedarkbronzeleatherjacket.He’dfavoredit,hadlookedsogoodintheaviatorstyleandtherichcolor.Itwas,sheknew,oneofthefewgiftsshe’dgivenhimthathe’dreallyliked.
Shestrokedoneofthesleeves,butterysoft,supple,andnearlygaveintothesentimenttosetitaside,keepit,atleastforawhile.
Thenshethoughtofthedoctor’sreceiptanddug
ruthlesslythroughthepockets.
Empty,ofcourse,he’dbeencarefultoemptyhispocketseverynight,tossanyloosechangeintheglassdishonhisdresser.Phoneinthecharger,keysinthedishbythefrontdoororhunginthecabinetinhisoffice.Neverleftanythinginpocketstoweighthemdown,spoiltheline,beforgotten.
Butasshegavethe
pocketsasqueeze—ahabitshe’dpickedupfromhermotheronwashingday—shefeltsomething.Shecheckedthepocketagain,founditempty.Pushedherfingersinagain,turnedthepocketinsideout.
Alittleholeinthelining,shenoted.Yes,hehadfavoredthejacket.
Shecarriedthejacketbackintothebedroom,gothermanicurescissorsoutofher
kit.Carefully,shewidenedthehole,tellingherselfshe’dstitchituplater,beforeshebaggeditforsale.
Slippingherfingersintheopening,shedrewoutakey.
Notadoorkey,shethought,turningitinthelight.Notacarkey.Abankbox.
Butwhatbank?Andwhatwasinit?Whyhaveabankboxwhenhehadasaferightinhisoffice?
Sheshouldprobablytell
thelawyers,shethought.Butshewasn’tgoingto.Forallsheknew,hehadaledgerintherelistingallthewomenhe’dsleptwithinthepastfiveyears,andshe’dhadenoughhumiliation.
She’dfindthebank,andthebox,andseeforherself.
Theycouldtakethehouse,thefurniture,thecars—thestocks,bonds,moneythathadn’tbeennearlywhatRichardhadtoldher.They
couldtaketheart,thejewelry,thechinchillajackethe’dgivenherfortheirfirst—andlast—ChristmasinPennsylvania.
Butshe’dholdontowhatwasleftofherpride.
•••
SHEWOKEFROMSHIVERY,disturbingdreamstotheinsistenttuggingonherhand.
“Mama,Mama,Mama.
Wakeup!”“What?”Shedidn’teven
openhereyes,justreacheddown,pulledherlittlegirlontothebedwithher.Snuggledrightin.
“Morningtime.”Calliesangit.“Fifi’shungry.”
“Mm.”Fifi,Callie’sdesperatelybelovedstuffeddog,alwayswokehungry.“Okay.”Butshesnuggledanotherminute.
Atsomepointshe’d
stretchedout,fullyclothed,ontopofthebed,pulledtheblackcashmerethrowoverherselfanddroppedoff.She’dneverconvinceCallie—orFifi—tocuddleupforanotherhour,butshecouldstallforafewminutes.
“Yourhairsmellssogood,”Shelbymurmured.
“Callie’shair.Mama’shair.”
Shelbysmiledatthetugonhers.“Justthesame.”
Thedeepgoldenredhadpasseddownfromhermother’sside.FromtheMacNeeside.Ashadthenearlyunmanageablecurls,which—asRichardpreferredthesleekandsmooth—she’dhadblownoutandstraightenedeveryweek.
“Callie’seyes.Mama’seyes.”
CalliepulledShelby’seyeopenwithherfingers—thesamedeepblueeyesthatread
almostpurpleinsomelights.“Justthesame,”Shelby
began,thenwincedwhenCalliepokedathereye.
“Red.”“Ibet.WhatdoesFifiwant
forbreakfast?”Fivemoreminutes,Calliethought.Justfive.
“Fifiwants...candy!”Theuttergleeinher
daughter’svoicehadShelbyopeningherbloodshotblueeyes.“Isthatso,Fifi?”
Shelbyturnedtheplush,cheerfulfaceonthepinkpoodleinherdirection.“Notachance.”
SherolledCallieover,tickledherribsand,despitetheheadache,reveledinthejoyfulsqueals.
“Breakfastitis.”ShescoopedCallieup.“Thenwe’vegotplacestogo,mylittlefairyqueen,andpeopletosee.”
“Marta?IsMarta
coming?”“No,baby.”Shethoughtof
thenannyRichardhadinsistedon.“RememberhowItoldyouMartacan’tcomeanymore?”
“LikeDaddy,”CalliesaidasShelbycarriedherdownstairs.
“Notexactly.ButI’mgoingtofixusafabulousbreakfast.Youknowwhat’salmostasgoodascandyforbreakfast?”
“Cake!”Shelbylaughed.“Close.
Pancakes.Puppydogpancakes.”
Withagiggle,CallielaidherheadonShelby’sshoulder.“IloveMama.”
“IloveCallie,”Shelbyreplied,andpromisedherselfshe’ddowhatevershehadtodotogiveCallieagood,securelife.
•••
AFTERBREAKFAST,shehelpedherdaughterdress,bundledthembothup.She’denjoyedthesnowatChristmas,hadbarelynoticeditinJanuary,afterRichard’saccident.
ButnowitwasMarch,andshewasthoroughlysickofit,andthebitterairthatshowednosignofthawing.ButitwaswarmenoughinthegaragetosettleCallieintohercarseat,tohaulalltheheavygarmentbagsintothesleek-linedSUV
sheprobablywouldn’thavemuchlonger.
She’dneedtofindenoughmoneytobuyasecondhandcar.Agood,safe,child-friendlycar.Aminivan,shethought,asshebackedoutofthegarage.
Shedrovecarefully.Theroadsherehadbeenwellplowed,butwinterdiditsdamagehoweverexclusivetheneighborhood,andtherewerepotholes.
Shedidn’tknowanyonehere.Thewinterhadbeensoharsh,socold,hercircumstancessooverwhelming,she’dstayedinmorethangoingout.AndCalliecaughtthatnastycold.Thecold,Shelbyremembered,thathadkeptthemhomewhenRichardtookthetriptoSouthCarolina.Thetripthatwassupposedtobeafamilywinterbreak.
Theywould’vebeenwithhimontheboat,andhearingherdaughterchatteringtoFifi,itdidn’tbearthinkingabout.Insteadsheconcentratedonnegotiatingtraffic,andfindingtheconsignmentshop.
ShetransferredCallietoherstrollerand,cursingthebitingwind,draggedthetopthreebagsoutofthecar.Asshefoughttoopentheshopdoor,keepthebagsfrom
slidingandblockCalliefromtheworstofthewind,awomanpulledopenthedoor.
“Oh,wow!Letmegiveyouahand.”
“Thankyou.They’realittleheavysoIshould—”
“I’vegotthem.Macey!Treasuretrove.”
Anotherwoman—thisoneverypregnant—steppedoutfromabackroom.“Goodmorning.Well,hello,cutie,”shesaidtoCallie.
“Yougotababyinyourtummy.”
“Yes,Ido.”Layingahandoverit,MaceysmiledatShelby.“WelcometoSecondChances.Doyouhavesomethingsforustoconsider?”
“Ido.”AquickglancearoundshowedShelbyracksandshelvesofclothesandaccessories.Andaverytinyareadedicatedtomen’sclothes.
Herhopessank.
“Ihaven’thadachancetocomeinbefore,soIwasn’tsurewhatyou...MostofwhatIbroughtinaresuits.Men’ssuitsandshirtsandjackets.”
“Wedon’tgetnearlyenoughmenswear.”Thewomanwho’dletherintappedthegarmentbagsshe’dlaidonawidecounter.“Isitallrighttotakealook?”
“Yes,please.”“You’renotfromaround
here,”Maceycommented.“Oh,no.Iguessnot.”“Areyouvisiting?”“We—Iliveherein
Villanovarightnow,justsinceDecember,but—”
“Ohmygoodness!Thesearegorgeoussuits.Pristineconditionsofar,Macey.”
“Size,Cheryl?”“Forty-twoRegular.And
theremustbetwentyofthem.”
“Twenty-two,”Shelby
said,andlinkedherfingerstogether.“Ihavemoreinthecar.”
“More?”bothwomensaidtogether.
“Shoes—men’ssizeten.Andcoatsandjackets,and...Myhusband—”
“Daddy’sclothes!”CallieannouncedwhenCherylhunganothersuitonaholdingrack.“Don’ttouchDaddy’sclotheswithstickyhands.”
“That’sright,baby.Ah,
yousee,”Shelbybegan,lookingfortherightwaytoexplain.Calliesolveditforher.
“Mydaddywenttoheaven.”
“I’msosorry.”Onehandonherbelly,Maceyreachedout,touchedCallie’sarm.
“Heaven’spretty,”Callietoldthem.“Angelslivethere.”
“That’sabsolutelyright.”MaceyglancedatCheryl,
nodded.“Whydon’tyougoout,gettherest?”shetoldShelby.“Youcanleave—What’syourname,cutie?”
“CallieRoseFoxworth.ThisisFifi.”
“Hello,Fifi.We’llwatchCallieandFifiwhileyoubringtherestin.”
“Ifyou’resure...”Shehesitated,thenaskedherselfwhytwowomen—oneofthemaboutsevenmonthsalong—wouldrunoffwith
Callieinthetimeittookhertogettothecarandback.“I’llonlybeaminute.Callie,youbegood.Mama’sjustgettingsomethingoutofthecar.”
•••
THEYWERENICE,Shelbythoughtlaterasshedroveofftotrylocalbanks.Peoplewereusuallyniceifyougavethemthechancetobe.
They’dtakeneverything,andsheknewthey’dtakenmorethanmaybetheymighthavebutCalliehadcharmedthem.
“You’remyluckycharm,CallieRose.”
Calliegrinnedaroundthestrawofherjuicebox,butkepthereyesgluedtothebackseatDVDscreenandhertenmillionthviewingofShrek.
S2
ixbankslater,Shelbydecidedtheluckmayhaverunoutforthe
day.Andherbabyneededlunchandanap.
OnceshehadCalliefed,washedandtuckedin—and
thetucking-inpartalwaystooktwiceaslongasshehoped—shegeareduptofacetheansweringmachineandthevoicemailonhercellphone.
She’dworkedoutpaymentplanswiththecreditcardcompanies,andfeltthey’dbeenasdecentasshecouldexpect.She’ddonethesamewiththeIRS.Themortgagelenderhadagreedtoashortsale,andoneofthemessages
wasfromtherealtorwantingtosetupthefirstshowings.
Shecould’veusedanapherself,buttherewasalotshecouldgetdoneinthehour—ifGodwaskind—Callieslept.
Becauseitmadethemostsense,sheusedRichard’soffice.She’dclosedupmostoftheroomsinthebighouse,cuttheheatbackwherevershecould.Shewishedforafire,glancedattheblackand
silvergasinsertundertheblackmarblemantel.Theonethingshe’denjoyedintheoverwhelminghousewasbeingabletohaveafire—thewarmthandcheerofit—attheflickofaswitch.
Butthatflickcostmoney,andshewouldn’tspenditjusttohavegasflameswhenthesweaterandthicksockskeptherwarmenough.Shegotoutthelistshe’dmade—whathadtobedone—calledthe
realtorback,agreedtotheopenhouseonSaturdayandSunday.
She’dtakeCallieoffsomewhere,getthembothoutandleavethatbusinesstotherealtor.Meanwhile,shedugoutthenameofthecompanythelawyershadgivenherthatmightbuythefurnituresoshecouldavoidrepossession.
Ifshecouldn’tsellitinaswoop,oratleastagoodchunkofit,she’dtrydoing
piecesonline—ifsheeverhadaccesstoacomputeragain.
Ifshecouldn’tgetenough,she’dhavetofacethehumiliationofhavingitrepossessed.
Shedidn’tthinktheneighborhoodrantoyardsales,anditwastoodamncoldanyway.
Thenshereturnedthecallsfromhermother,hergrandmother,hersister-in-
law—andaskedthemtotelltheauntsandcousinswho’dalsocalledthatshewasfine,Calliewasfine.Shewasjustrealbusygettingeverythinginorder.
Shecouldn’ttellthem,notallofit,notyet.Theyknewsome,ofcourse,andsomewasallshecouldsharerightthatminute.Talkingaboutitmadeherangryandweepy,andshehadtoomuchtodo.
Tokeepbusy,shewentup
tothebedroom,sortedthroughherjewelry.Herengagementring,thediamondearringsRichardhadgivenherforhertwenty-firstbirthday.Theemeraldpendanthe’dgivenherwhenCalliewasborn.Otherpieces,othergifts.Hiswatches—sixofthem—andhisarmyofcufflinks.
Shemadeacarefullist,asshehadwiththeclothesshe’dtakentotheconsignment
shop.Shebaggedthejewelrywiththeirappraisalsandinsuranceinformation,thenusedherphonetosearchforajewelrystore,aslocalasshecouldmanage,thatboughtaswellassold.
Withtheboxesshe’dpickedupwhilethey’dbeenout,shebeganpackingupwhatsheconsideredhers,andimportanttoher.Photographs,giftstoherfromfamily.Therealtorhad
advisedherto“depersonalize”thehouse,soShelbywoulddojustthat.
WhenCalliewokefromhernap,Shelbykeptherentertainedbygivingherlittletasks.Asshepacked,shecleaned.Nomorehousekeepingstafftoscrubandpolishtheendlessmilesoftile,ofhardwood,ofchrome,ofglass.
Shemadedinner,atewhatshecould.Shedealtwithbath
time,storytime,bedtime,thenpackedmore,hauledboxestothegarage.Exhausted,shetreatedherselftoahotbathinthesoakingtubwithitssoothingjets,thencrawledintobedwithherpad,intendingtowriteoutthenextday’sagenda.
Andfellasleepwiththelightson.
•••
THENEXTMORNINGsheheadedoutagain,withCallieandFifiandShrek,andRichard’sleatherattachécaseholdingherjewelryanditspaperwork,hiswatchesandcufflinks.Shetriedthreemorebanks,wideningherarea,then,remindingherselfthatshehadnoroomforpride,parkedinfrontofthejewelrystore.
Shedealtwithathree-year-oldcrankyathavingher
movieinterruptedagain,andbribedCallieintosubmissionwiththepromiseofanewDVD.
Tellingherselfitwasbusiness,justdollarsandcents,shepushedCallieintotheshop.
Everythingshone,andseemedashushedasachurchbetweenservices.Shewantedtoturnaroundandgo,justgo,butmadeherselfmoveforwardtothewoman
wearingasharpblacksuitandtastefulgoldearrings.
“Excuseme,I’dliketotalktosomeoneaboutsellingsomejewelry.”
“Youcanspeaktoanyonehere.Sellingjewelryiswhatwedo.”
“No,ma’am,ImeantosayI’mselling.I’dliketosellsomepieces.Itsaysyoubuyjewelry,too.”
“Ofcourse.”Thewoman’seyewasassharpasthesuit,
andcarvedShelbydown,toptotoe.
Maybeshewasn’tlookingherbest,Shelbythought.Maybeshehadn’tbeenabletocamouflagethedarkcirclesunderhereyes,butiftherewasonethinghergrannyhadtaughther,itwasthatwhenacustomercameintoyourplace,youtreatedthemwithrespect.
Shelbystiffenedaspinethatwantedtobuckle,kept
hereyesdirect.“IstheresomeoneIshouldspeakto,orwouldyouratherItakemybusinesssomewhereelse?”
“Doyouhavetheoriginalreceiptsforthepiecesyou’reinterestedinselling?”
“No,Idon’t,notforall,assomeweregifts.ButIhavetheappraisalsandtheinsurancepapers.DoIlooklikeathief,onehaulingherdaughteraroundfancyjewelrystorestryingtosell
stolenmerchandise?”Shefeltascenerisingup
inher,adamreadytoburstandfloodhotandwildovereverythinginitspath.Perhapstheclerksenseditasshesteppedback.
“Onemoment,please.”“Mama,Iwannago
home.”“Oh,baby,sodoI.We
will.We’llgohomesoon.”“MayIhelpyou?”Themanwhosteppedup
lookedlikesomebody’sdignifiedgrandfather,thesortinaHollywoodmovieaboutrichpeoplewho’dbeenrichforever.
“Yes,sir,Ihopeso.Itsaysyoubuyjewelry,andIhavesomejewelryIneedtosell.”
“Ofcourse.Whydon’twegooverhere?Youcansitdown,andI’lltakealook.”
“Thankyou.”Shestruggledtokeepthat
spinestraightasshecrossed
theshoptoanornatedesk.Hepulledoutachairforher,andthegesturemadeherwanttoblubberlikeafool.
“Ihavesomepiecesmy—myhusbandgaveme.Ihavetheappraisalsandallthat,thepaperwork.”Shefumbledopentheattaché,tookoutpouchesandjewelryboxes,themanilaenvelopeholdingtheappraisals.“I—He—We—”Shebrokeoff,closedhereyes,drewacoupleof
breaths.“I’msorry,I’veneverdonethis.”
“It’sperfectlyallright,Mrs....?”
“Foxworth.I’mShelbyFoxworth.”
“WilsonBrown.”Hetookherofferedhand,shookitgently.“Whydon’tyoushowmewhatyouhave,Mrs.Foxworth?”
Shedecidedtogowiththebiggeststraightoff,andopenedthepouchthatheld
herengagementring.Hesetitonavelvetcloth,
andashetookoutajeweler’sloupe,sheopenedtheenvelope.
“Itsayshereit’sthreeandahalfcarats,emeraldcut,aDgrade—that’ssupposedtobegood,fromwhatIread.Andwithsixsidestonesinaplatinumsetting.Isthatright?”
Helookedupfromtheloupe.“Mrs.Foxworth,I’m
afraidthisisaman-madediamond.”
“I’msorry?”“It’salabdiamond,asare
thesidestones.”Sheputherhandsunder
thedesksohecouldn’tseethemshake.“Thatmeansit’sfake.”
“Itsimplymeansitwascreatedinalab.It’saveryniceexampleofaman-madediamond.”
Calliebegantowhine.
Shelbyheardthesoundthroughthethrobbinginherhead,automaticallyduginherbag,pulledoutthetoyphone.“YoucallGranny,baby,tellherwhatyou’vebeenupto.Itmeans,”shecontinued,“thisisn’taD-gradediamond,andthisringisn’tworthwhatitsayshereonthispaper?Itisn’tworthahundredandfifty-fivethousanddollars?”
“No,mydear,it’snot.”
Hisvoicewasasgentleasapat,andmadeitworse.“Icangiveyouthenamesofotherappraisers,soyoucanaskforotheropinions.”
“You’renotlyingtome.Iknowyou’renotlyingtome.”ButRichardhad,overandoverandover.Shewouldn’tbreakdown,shetoldherself.Notnow,nothere.“Wouldyoulookattherest,Mr.Brown,tellmeifthey’refake,too?”
“Ofcourse.”Thediamondearrings
werereal,andthatwasall.She’dlikedthembecausetheywerepretty,andtheyweresimple.Juststudsthatdidn’tmakeherfeelawkwardinthewearing.
Butshe’dprizedtheemeraldpendantbecausehe’dgivenittoherthedaytheybroughtCalliehomefromthehospital.Anditwasasfalseashe’dbeen.
“Icangiveyoufivethousandforthediamondstuds,ifyou’dstillliketosellthem.”
“Yes,thankyou.That’dbejustfine.CanyoutellmewhereIshouldtaketherest?Isitbesttogotoapawnshop?Doyouknowofagoodone?Idon’twanttotakeCallieintosomeplacethat’s...youknowwhatImean.Sketchy.Andmaybe,ifyoudon’tmind,youcould
givemeanideawhatit’sallreallyworth.”
Hesatback,studiedher.“Theengagementringisgoodwork,andasIsaid,agoodexampleofalabdiamond.Icouldgiveyoueighthundredforit.”
Shelbystudiedhiminturnasshepulledoffthematchingweddingring.“Howmuchfortheset?”
Shedidn’tbreakdown,andshewalkedoutwith
$15,600—Richard’scufflinksweren’tfake,andhadgivenherwhatshethoughtofasabonus.Fifteenthousandsixhundredwasmorethanshe’dhad.Notenoughtopayoffdebts,butmorethanshe’dhad.
Andhe’dgivenherthenameofanothershopthatwouldlookatRichard’swatches.
ShestretchedherluckwithCallie,triedtwomorebanks,
thengaveitupforanotherday.
CalliepickedaMyLittlePonyDVD,andShelbyboughtherselfalaptopandacoupleofflashdrives.Aninvestment,shejustified.Atoolsheneededtokeepeverythingstraight.
Business,sheremindedherself.Shewouldn’tthinkofthefakejewelryasanotherbetrayal,butassomethingthatgavehersomebreathing
room.Shespentnaptimecreating
aspreadsheet,enteredthejewelry,thepaymentforit.Canceledtheinsurancepolicy—andthatwouldhelpherexpenses.
Theutilitiesonthebighouse,evenwithroomsclosedoff,wereakiller,butthemoneyfromthejewelrywouldhelpthere.
SherememberedthewinecellarRichardhadbeenso
proudof,hauledthelaptopdownandbegantocatalogthebottles.
Somebodywouldbuythem.
Andwhatthehell,she’dsplurgeonabottleforherself,haveaglasswithherdinner.Sheselectedabottleofpinotgrigio—she’dlearnedalittleaboutwinesinthelastfourandahalfyears,andatleastknewwhatsheliked.Shethoughtitwouldgojustfine
withchickenanddumplings—aCalliefavorite.
Bythetimethedaywasdone,shefeltmoreincontrol.EspeciallywhenshefoundfivethousanddollarstuckedintooneofthecashmeresocksinRichard’sdrawer.
Twentythousandnowinthefundforcleaningupthemessandstartingover.
Lyinginbed,shestudiedthekey.
“Wheredoyoufit,and
whatwillIfind?I’mnotgivingup.”
Shecouldmaybehireaprivatedetective.Itwouldlikelytakeagoodchunkofthatcleaning-upfund,butmightbethesensiblethingtodo.
She’dgiveitafewmoredays,trysomebanksclosertothecity.Maybegointothecity.
Thenextdaysheaddedthirty-fivethousandonthe
saleofRichard’scollectionofwatches,andtwothousandthreehundredmoreforhisgolfclubs,skisandtennisracket.ItsoboostedhermoodthatshetookCallieforpizzabetweenbanks.
Maybeshecouldaffordthatdetectivenow—maybethat’swhatshe’ddo.Butsheneededtobuyaminivan,andherresearchtoldherthatpurchasewouldtakeadeepchunkofherfifty-eight
thousand.Plus,itwasonlyrightsheusesomeofthattobumpupthepaymentsonthecreditcards.
She’dworkonsellingthewine,that’swhatshe’ddo,andhirethedetectivethatway.Fornow,she’djustcheckonemorebankonthewayhome.
Ratherthanhauloutthestroller,sheproppedCallieonherhip.
Calliegotthatlookinher
eye—halfstubborn,halfsulky.“Don’twantto,Mama.”
“Meeither,butthisisthelastone.Thenwe’regoingtogohomeandplaydress-upteaparty.Youandme,baby.”
“Iwannabetheprincess.”“Asyouwish,Your
Highness.”Shecarriedhernow
gigglingdaughterintothebank.
Shelbyknewtheroutine
now,walkedtotheshortestlinetowaitherturn.
Shecouldn’tkeephaulingCalliearoundthisway,everyday,disruptingroutine,inandoutofthecar.Hell,shefeltprettydamnstubbornandsulkyherself,andshewasn’tthreeandahalfyearsold.
She’dmakethisthelastoneafterall.Theverylastaltogether,andstartseriouslyresearchingprivateinvestigators.
Thefurniturewouldsell,andthewinewouldsell.Itwastimeforoptimisminsteadofconstantworry.
SheshiftedCallieonherhip,approachedtheteller,whoglancedatheroverthetopsofred-framedcheaters.
“CanIhelpyou?”“Yes,ma’am.Ineedto
speakwithamanager.I’mMrs.RichardFoxworth,andIhaveapowerofattorneyhere.Ilostmyhusbandlast
December.”“I’mverysorry.”“Thankyou.Ibelievehe
hadasafe-depositboxinthisbank.Ihavethekeyhere,andthepowerofattorney.”
Muchquickerthanfumblingaround,she’dlearned,tellingboredbankpeopleshe’dfoundthekey,didn’tknowwhatitwentto.
“Mrs.Babbington’sinheroffice,andshouldbeabletohelpyou.Straightacross,to
theleft.”“Thanks.”Shewent
across,foundtheoffice,knockedontheopenglassdoor.“Ibegyourpardon,ma’am.TheysaidIshouldspeaktoyouaboutgettingintomyhusband’ssafe-depositbox.”
Shewalkedstraightin—somethingelseshe’dlearned—satwithCallieonherlap.
“Ihavethepowerofattorneyhere,andthekey.
I’mMrs.RichardFoxworth.”“Letmecheckonthis.
Youhavesuchprettyredhair,”shesaidtoCallie.
“Mama’s.”CalliereacheduptograbahankofShelby’s.
“Yes,justlikeyourmother’s.You’renotlistedonMr.Foxworth’sbox.”
“I—I’msorry?”“I’mafraidwedon’thave
asignaturecardforyou.”“Hehasaboxhere?”“Yes.EvenwiththePOA,
itwouldbebestifMr.Foxworthcameinpersonally.Hecouldaddyouon.”
“He—hecan’t.Hewas—”“Daddyhadtogoto
heaven.”“Oh.”Babbington’sface
radiatedsympathy.“I’mverysorry.”
“Angelssinginheaven.Mama,Fifiwantstogohomenow.”
“Soon,baby.He—Richard—Therewasan
accident.Hewasinaboat,andtherewasasquall.InDecember.Decembertwenty-eighth.Ihavethedocumentation.Theydon’tissueadeathcertificatewhentheycan’tfind...”
“Iunderstand.Ineedtoseeyourpaperwork,Mrs.Foxworth.AndsomephotoID.”
“Ibroughtmymarriagelicense,too.Justsoyou’dhaveeverything.Andthe
policereportonwhenithappened.Andtheselettersfromthelawyers.”Shelbyhandeditallover,heldherbreath.
“Youcouldgetacourtorderforaccess.”
“IsthatwhatIshoulddo?IcouldaskRichard’slawyers—well,mylawyersnow,Iguess,todothat.”
“Givemeamomenthere.”Babbingtonreadoverthe
paperworkwhileCallie
shiftedrestlesslyinShelby’slap.“Iwantmyteaparty,Mama.Yousaid.Iwantmyteaparty.”
“That’swhatwe’lldo,soonaswe’redonehere.We’llhaveaprincessteaparty.Youshouldthinkaboutwhatdollsyou’regoingtoinvite.”
Calliebegantolistthemoff,andShelbyrealizedthenervesofwaitinggaveherasuddenandurgentneedto
pee.“ThePOA’sinorder,asis
therestofyourdocumentation.I’llshowyoutothebox.”
“Now?”“Ifyou’drathercomeback
anothertime—”“No,no,Iappreciateitso
much.”Somuchthatshefeltbreathlessandalittlegiddy.“I’veneverdonethisbefore.Idon’tknowwhatIshoulddo.”
“I’llwalkyouthroughit.I’llneedyoursignature.Justletmeprintthisout.Itsoundslikeyou’llhavealotofguestsatyourteaparty,”shesaidtoCallieassheworked.“Ihaveagranddaughteraboutyourage.Shelovesteaparties.”
“Shecancome.”“Ibetshe’dloveto,but
shelivesinRichmond,Virginia,andthat’sprettyfaraway.Ifyou’dsignthis,Mrs.
Foxworth.”Shecouldbarelyreadit
thewayherthoughtswereracingaroundinherhead.
Babbingtonusedaswipecardandapasscode,accessedakindofvaultwherethewallswerefilledwithnumbereddrawers.Number512.
“I’mgoingtostepout,giveyousomeprivacy.Ifyouneedanyhelp,justletmeknow.”
“Thankyouverymuch.AmIallowedtotakewhat’sinit?”
“You’reauthorized.Takeyourtime,”sheadded,anddrewacurtaintoblockofftheroom.
“Well,Ihavetosayholy...s-h-i-t.”ShesetthebigbagsheusedforCallie’sthingsandherown,andRichard’sattaché,onatable,then,clutchingherdaughter,steppedtothebox.
“Tootight,Mama!”“Sorry,sorry.God,I’m
nervous.It’sprobablyjustabunchofpapershedidn’twantinthehouse.It’sprobablynothing.Itmayevenbeempty.”
Soopenit,forGod’ssake,sheorderedherself.
Withanunsteadyhand,sheslidthekeyintothelock,turnedit.Evenjumpedalittlewhenitclickedopen.
“Herewego.Doesn’t
matterifit’sempty.TheimportantthingisIfoundit.Onmyown.Ididitmyself.I’vegottosetyoudownaminute,baby.Youstayrighthere,youstayrightherewithme.”
ShesetCallieonthefloor,pulledoutthebox,putitonthetable.
Thensimplystared.“OhGod.Holyshit.”“Shit,Mama!”“Don’tsaythat.I
shouldn’thavesaidthat.”Shehadtobraceahandonthetable.
Itwasn’tempty.Andthefirstthingthatcaughthereyewasastackofbandedmoney.Hundred-dollarbills.
“Tenthousandeach,andohGod,Callie,there’ssomanyofthem.”
Nowherhandsweren’tjustunsteady,butshookasshecountedthestacks.“There’stwenty-fiveofthem.
There’stwohundredandfiftythousanddollars,cashmoneyinhere.”
Feelinglikeathief,sheflickedananxiouslookatthecurtain,thenshovedthemoneyintotheattaché.
“Ihavetoaskthelawyerswhattodo.”
Aboutthemoney,shethought,butwhatabouttherest?
Whataboutthethreedriver’slicenseswith
Richard’sphoto?Andsomeoneelse’sname.Andthepassports.
Andthe.32semiautomatic.
Shestartedtoreachforthegun,pulledherhandback.Shewantedtoleaveit,couldn’tsaywhyshedidn’twanttotouchit.Butshemadeherselfliftit,removethemagazine.
She’dgrownupintheTennesseemountains,with
brothers—onewhowasnowacop.Sheknewhowtohandleagun.Butshewasn’tcarryingaloadedgunwithCalliearound.
Sheplaceditandthetwoextramagsintheattaché.Shetookthepassports,thelicenses.DiscoveredSocialSecuritycardsunderthesamethreenames,AmericanExpresscards,Visas.Allunderthosenames.
Wasanyofitreal?
Hadanyofiteverbeenreal?
“Mama.Let’sgo,let’sgo.”Callietuggedonherpants.
“Inasecond.”“Now!Mama,now!”“Inasecond.”Thetone,
sharpandfirm,mighthavehadCallie’slipquivering,butsometimesachildhadtoberemindedthatshedidn’truntheshow.
Andamamahadto
rememberthatathree-year-oldhadarighttogettiredofbeinghauledallovercreationandbackeverydamnday.
Shebent,kissedthetopofCallie’shead.“I’malmostdone,Ijusthavetoputthisbacknow.”
Calliewasreal,Shelbythought.That’swhatmattered.Therest?She’dfigureitout,orshewouldn’t.ButCalliewasreal,andover$200,000wouldbuyadecent
minivan,payoffsomeofthedebt,maybesqueezeoutenoughforadownpaymentonalittlehouseonceshegotsteadywork.
MaybeRichardhadn’tmeantto,andshedidn’tknowwhatitallmeant,buthe’dprovidedforhisdaughter’sfutureafterall.Andhe’dgivenherroomtobreathe,soshe’dthinkabouttherestlater.
ShehauledCallieup,
shoulderedthebag,grippedtheattachéasifherlifedependedonit.
“Okay,babygirl.Let’sgohaveateaparty.”
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heopenedupalltherooms,turnedtheheatbackup,even
switchedonthefireplaces—allsevenofthem.
Sheboughtfreshflowers,bakedcookies.
Thetimespentonherlaptopresearchingthebestwaytosellahouse,andfast,hadsuggestedcookies,flowers.Andastherealtorhaddecreed,depersonalizing.
Keepitallneutral.Asfarasshewas
concerned,theplacewasasneutralastheycame.Shedidn’tfindthebighousewelcoming,butthensheneverhad.Maybewithsofterfurnishings,warmercolors—
itmighthavefeltlikeahome.Butthatwasher
sensibility,andhersdidn’tmatter.
Thesoonersheunloadedthedamnplace,thesoonerthatsectionofthecrushingdebtliftedoffhershoulders.
Therealtorarrivedarmedwithflowersandcookies,soShelbyfiguredshecouldhavesavedhertimeandmoneythere.She’dbroughtwhatshecalledastaging
teamwithher,andtheyswarmedaroundchangingtheplacementoffurniture,displayingmoreflowers,lightingcandles.Shelbyhadpickedupadozenscentedcandles,butdecidedshe’dkeepthattoherself,justreturnthemorkeepthem,dependingonwhatseemedbestwhenthiswasallsaidanddone.
“Theplaceisimmaculate.”TherealtorbeamedatShelby,
gaveheracongratulatorypatontheshoulder.“Yourcleaningcrewdidaterrificjob.”
Shelbythoughtofhermidnightscrubbingsandpolishings,andonlysmiled.“Iwantittoshowwell.”
“Believeme,itdoes.Shortsalescanbetricky,andwillputsomepotentialbuyersoff,butI’mconfidentwe’regoingtogetoffers,goodones,andquickly.”
“Ihopeyou’reright.Iwantedtosay,I’vegotsomeonecominginMondaymorningtoseeaboutthefurniture,butifanyonewhocomesinisinterestedinbuyingit,anyofit,I’mgoingtopriceittosell.”
“That’sexcellent!Therearesomanywonderfulpieces.I’llmakesureweletpeopleknow.”
Shetookalastcriticallookaroundherself,thoughtofthe
gun,thepapers,thecashshe’dlockedinthesafeinRichard’soffice.
Thensheheftedthebigbagshehabituallycarried.
“CallieandIaregoingtogetoutoftheway.Ihaveerrandstorun.”
Andaminivantobuy.
•••
HERDADDYMIGHTNOThaveapprovedthatshedidn’tbuy
American,butthefive-year-oldToyotashe’dfoundthroughCarMaxgothighratingsonsafetyandreliability.Andthepricewasright.
Thepricegotbetterwhenshemadeherselfhaggle—offeringcash.Realcash.
Herhandswantedtoshakeasshecounteditout—halfnow,therestwhenshepickedthecarupthenextafternoon—butsheboredownhard.
Maybeshehadtopulloverthreeblocksaway,restherforeheadonthewheel.She’dneverinherlifespentsomuchmoneyinoneplace.Neverinherlifeboughtacar.
Nowsheletherselfshake,butitwasn’tfromnerves,no,notnow.Itwasfromstunningdelight.
ShelbyAnnePomeroy—becausethat’swhoshewasdownintoit,whateverthelegalpaperssaid—hadjust
boughta2010Toyotaminivaninhappycherryred.Byherself.Onherown.
Andhadshavedathousanddollarsoffthedealbecauseshehadn’tbeenafraidtoaskforit.
“We’regoingtobefine,Callie,”shesaid,thoughherdaughterwasdeepinherShrekzone.“We’regoingtobejustfine.”
Sheusedhercell,calledtheleasingcompanyand
arrangedforthemtopickuptheSUV.Andbearingdownagain,madeherselfaskforaridetopickuptheminivan.
Mightaswelldealwiththeinsurancewhileshewasatit,andCalliewasinherzone.She’djustconsidertheSUVheroffice,temporarily.
Onceshearrangedforthecarinsurancetobetransferred,shecheckedtheonlinesitewhereshe’dlistedthewineforsale.
“Ohmygoodness,Callie,we’vegotbids!”
Delighted,fascinated,shescrolledthrough,addinginherhead,andfoundoverathousanddollarsalreadybid.
“I’mgoingtoputanothertwelvebottlesuptonight,that’sjustwhatI’mgoingtodo.”
Sinceitseemedherluckwasrunninghot,shegearedherselfupforthedriveintoPhiladelphia.Evenwiththe
GPSshemadethreewrongturns,hadherbellyknottedbythetraffic.Butshefoundthefurshop,hauledthenever-wornchinchillaandherdaughterinside.
Tohersurprise,noonelookedatherlikeshewaspathetic,ormadeherfeelsmallforreturningthecoat.Andthatcarvedawayamajorchunkfromacreditcard,knockingtheprincipaldowntonot-quite-as-scary,and
loweredthepainfulinterestrate.
She’dsatfrozenfortoolong,Shelbyadmitted,andtreatedherlittlegirltoaHappyMeal.Way,waytoolong.She’dbrokentheicenow,anddamnit,sheintendedtomakeaflood.
Shewaiteduntilshewasoutofthecityagain,gassedupthecar—cursedthecoldandthepriceofgas—thendroveaimlesslyforawhileas
Calliehadfallenasleep.Twiceshedrovebyher
ownhouse—orthelender’shouse—andkeptgoingwhenshecountedthecarsoutinfront.Thatwasgood,ofcoursethatwasgood,anyonewhocametolookatthehousecouldbetheonetobuyit.ButGod,shejustwantedtotakeCallieback,settlein,workonheraccountingspreadsheet.
Shestalledlongenoughso
justtherealtorwaited.“Sorry,givemeone
minute,”Shelbysaidontherun.“Calliereallyneedstopee.”
Theymadeit—justbarely.Whenshewentbackouttothegreatroom,therealtorsatworkingonhertablet.
“Wehadaverysuccessfulopenhouse.Overfiftypeople,andthistimeofyearthat’sexcellent.Wehadalotofinterest,andtwooffers.”
“Offers.”Stunned,ShelbysetCalliedown.
“Lowoffers,andIdon’tthinkthelender’sgoingtoaccept,butit’sagoodstart.Andwehaveafamilyoffourveryinterested.Ihaveagoodfeelingaboutthem.They’regoingtotalkitoverandgetbacktome.”
“That’sterrific.”“Ialsohaveanofferon
yourmasterbedroomsuite.Oneofthelookersbrought
hersister,andwhilethesisterisn’tinthemarketforahouse,sheisforfurniture.Theoffer’salittlelow,inmyopinion,andshe’dwantitrightaway.Mondayatthelatest.”
“Sold.”Therealtorlaughed,then
blinkedinsurprisewhensherealizedShelbymeantit.“Shelby,Ihaven’teventoldyouheroffer.”
“Itdoesn’tmatter.Ihate
thatfurniture.Ihateeverystickoffurnitureinthishouse.ExceptforCallie’sroom,”sheamended,pushingatherhairasherdaughterpulledoutthebasketoftoysShelbykeptinoneofthebasekitchencabinets.“It’stheonlyonewhereIpickedeverythingoutmyself.Shecancomehaulitawaytonight,forallIcare.Thereareplentyofotherplacestosleepinhere.”
“Canwesitdown?”“I’msorry,ofcourse.I’m
sorry,Ms.Tinesdale,I’malittlewoundup,isall.”
“ItoldyoutocallmeDonna.”
“Donna.Doyouwantsomecoffeeorsomething?I’veforgotteneverybitofmymanners.”
“Justsit.You’redealingwithalot.Frankly,Idon’tknowhowyou’redealingwithitall.Iwanttohelpyou.
That’smyjob.Theofferforthefurnitureistoolow.Letmemakeacounteroffer.There’snothingwrongwithabargain,Shelby,butIdon’tlikefeelingyou’regettingtakenadvantageof.Eventhoughit’suglyfurniture.”
“Oh!”SomethinginsideShelbyjustlitup.Likevindication.“Doyouthinkso,too?Really?”
“Justabouteverypieceofit,exceptCallie’sroom.”
Shelbyletoutalaughthattohershockturnedtoweepinginafingersnap.
“I’msorry.God,I’msorry.”
“Mama.”Calliecrawledintoherlap.“Don’tcry.Mama,don’tcry.”
“I’mallright.”SheclutchedCallie,rocked.“I’mokay.I’mjusttired.”
“Mamaneedsanap.”“I’mokay.I’mokay,baby.
Don’tworry.”
“I’mgoingtopouryouaglassofwine,”Donnaannounced,anddugtissuesfromherpocket.“Yousit.Isawabottleinthefridge.”
“It’skindofearly.”“Nottodayitisn’t.Now
tellme,”shecontinuedasshewenttogetaglass.“Whatelsedoyouwanttosell?Theart?”
“OhmyGod,yes.”Worntothebone,sheletCalliepatatissueoverherface.“It’son
mylisttoseeabout.Idon’tunderstandpaintingslikeallthese.”
“Rugs?Lamps?”“I’vepackedupeverything
Iwantoutofhere,exceptforCallie’sroomandmyclothes,andafewthingsIneedtokeeparoundwhilewe’relivinghere.Idon’twantanyofit,Mrs.—Donna.Eventhedishesaren’tmine.”
“There’squiteawinecollectiondownstairs.”
“I’veputtwenty-fourbottlesonline,thissiteIfound.Peoplearealreadybidding.I’mgoingtoputanotherdozenontonight.”
Donnaangledherhead,gaveShelbywhatShelbythoughtofasanappraisal.“Aren’tyouclever?”
“IfIwasclever,Iwouldn’tbeinthisfix.Thankyou,”sheaddedwhenDonnagaveherthewine.
“Idon’tthinkthat’strue,
butlet’sstartwhereweare.Canyougivemethenameofthecompanyyouhavecominginaboutthefurniture?”
“It’sDolbyandSons,outofPhiladelphia.”
“Good.That’sgood,andexactlywhoI’drecommend.”Sippingwine,Donnamadenotesonhertablet,spokebriskly.“I’llmakeacounteroffer,butthisbuyerisgoingtohavetocomeupto
realityifshe’sseriousaboutthemasterbedroomfurniture.Otherwise,ChadDolby—that’stheoldestson,andhe’sprobablytheonewho’llcomeintogiveyouaprice—willmakeafairoffer.Iknowsomeonewhowouldgiveyouanotherpriceonyourdishes,glassware,barware.AndtherearetwoartdealersI’drecommendforpurchasingyourart.”
“Idon’tknowhowto
thankyou.”“It’smyjob,”Donna
remindedher.“Andit’sapleasure.Ihaveadaughterjustacoupleyearsyoungerthanyou.I’dhopesomeonewouldhelpheroutifsheeverfoundherselfin...thiskindoffix.Inoticedyou’dcleanedoutyourhusband’scloset.”
“Idid.Mama’sfine,baby.”ShekissedCallie’shair.“Yougoaheadandplay
now.ItookmostofitintoSecondChances,”shetoldDonnawhenCallieslidoffherlap.
“Perfect.MaceyandCherylareverygoodatwhattheydo,andtheirstoregetsalotoftraffic.”
“Doyouknoweveryone?”“That’spartofthejob.
Howaboutthebooks?”“Ipackedupmybooks,
theonesIlike.Richardboughttheonesleftinthe
library.Hejustboughtthem—whatwasit?—inalot.”
“Andwe’llsellthemthesameway.”Donnanodded,tappedonhertablet.“I’mgoingtoaddthattomynotes.Andifit’swhatyouwant,I’mgoingtoputsomeofthecontactsIhaveintouchwithyou.Youcansetupappointments.”
“Thatwouldbewonderful.Iwouldappreciatethatsomuch.ItfeelslikeI’vebeen
stumblingaround,tryingtofigureoutwhattodowithwhatforsolongnow.”
“FromwhatI’mseeing,you’vefigureditoutverywell.”
“Thankyou,butithelpssomuchtohaveadviceanddirection.You’resonice.Idon’tknowwhyyoumademesonervous.”
NowDonnalaughed.“Icanhavethateffect.ShouldIgivethecontactsyourcell
numberorthelandline?”“Maybeyoucouldgive
themboth.Itrytokeepmycellphonewithme,inapocket,butsometimesIforget.”
“Done.Thesearebusinesspeople,andthey’relookingtomakeaprofit.Buttheywon’tlowballyou.Ifyouthinkofanythingelse,youjustletmeknow.”Shesmiled.“Ireallydoknoweverybody.And,Shelby,I’m
goingtogetyouanofferonthishouse,agoodone.It’sabeautifulspaceinaprimelocation,andtherightbuyer’soutthere.I’llfindtherightbuyer.”
“Ibelieveyouwill.”Andbecauseshedid,
Shelbysleptbetterthatnightthanshehadinweeks.
•••
THEENTIRENEXTWEEKher
headneverstoppedspinning.ShemadethedealwithDolbyandSons,shippedoffwinewonthroughtheonlineauctionhouse,pickedupaverynicecheckfromtheconsignmentshopforsomeofRichard’sclothes—andhauledinthreegarmentbagsfromherowncloset.
Sheacceptedtheofferforthedishesandglassware,packeditallup—andboughtasetoffourcolorfulplastic
plates,bowls,cups.They’dmakedo.Thoughitmighthavebeen
moresensibletoekeoutpayments,shepaidoffoneofthecreditcardsinfull.
Onedown,shethought,eleventogo.
Theart—notoriginals,asRichardhadclaimed—wasn’tworthasmuchasshe’dhoped.Butthequantitymadeupforsomeofthat.
Everydayshefeltlighter.
Eventhestormthatblewinfourteeninchesofsnowdidn’tthrowheroff.ShebundledCallieuplikeanEskimo,andtogethertheybuilttheirfirstsnowman.
Nothingtowritehomeabout,shethought,butshedidjustthat,snappingpictureswithherphonetosendbacktoTennessee.
AndtheadventureworeherlittlegirloutsoCallieandFifiweretuckedinbyseven.
ThatgaveShelbyalong,solideveningwithherspreadsheet,herbillsandherto-dolist.
Shouldsheusethismoneyheretopayoffoneofthesmallercreditcards,justgetitgone?Orshouldsheapplythatmoneytooneofthebigones,cuttheinterestpaymentdown?
Asmuchasshewantedtosaytwodown,tentogo,itmademoresensetocutdown
theinterest.Carefullyshemadethe
paymentonline,thewayshe’dtaughtherself,loggeditontoherspreadsheet.
Fourhundredandeighty-sixthousand,fourhundreddollarsdown.Onlytwomillion,onehundredandeighty-fourtogo.
Notcountingthenextbillthatcameinfromthelawyers,theaccountants.Butatthemoment,hell,that
seemedlikechickenfeed.Thephonerang,and
seeingDonna’snameonthedisplay,shesnatcheditup.
Maybe.“Hello.”“Hi,Shelby,it’sDonna.I
knowit’salittlelate,butIwantedtoletyouknowwegotagoodofferonthehouse.”
“Oh!That’ssuchgoodnews.”
“Ithinkthelender’sgoing
toapprovethis.Youknowitcantakeweeks,evenmonths,butI’mgoingtodoeverythingIcantopushitthrough.It’sthefamilyItoldyouabout,fromthefirstopenhouse.Theyreallylovethehouse,andthelocationisjustwhattheywanted.Andonemorething—shehatesthefurniture.”
Shelbyletoutalaugh,liftingherfacetotheceiling,cuttingloose.“Shereally
does?”“Absolutelyhatesit.She
toldmeshehadtolookpastit,pretenditwasn’tthere,toreallyseethehouse,thelayout.He’snervousabouttheshort-saleaspect,butshewantsit,andhe’swillingtogothatroute.AndIthinkifthelendercounters,askingforclosertotheiraskingprice,thisbuyerwillcomeup.”
“OhmyGod,Donna.”
“Idon’twanttogetaheadofourselves,butyoushouldcelebrate,atleastalittle.”
“Ifeellikestrippingnakedanddancingalloverthisdamnhouse.”
“Whateverworks.”“Maybejustthedancing
part.Thankyou.Thankyousomuch.”
“Fingerscrossed,Shelby.I’llcontactthelenderfirstthinginthemorning.Youhaveagoodnight.”
“You,too.Thanksagain.Byenow.”
Shedidn’tstripnaked,butshedidbringupthesatelliteradio.ShehitwithAdele,dancedaroundtheoffice,pickedupthelyrics,lethervoiceloose.
She’dhadambitionsonce,aspirations,dreams.She’dbeasinger—astar.Hervoicewasagift,andshe’dtendedit,usedit,appreciatedit.
She’dmetRichardthrough
hervoice,whenhecameintothelittleclubinMemphiswhereshewasleadsingerwithabandtheycalledHorizon.
Nineteenyearsold,shethoughtnow.Notoldenoughtobuyalegalbeerintheclub,thoughTy,theirdrummerwho’dbeenalittlebitinlovewithher,usedtosneakherabottleofCoronawhenhecould.
God,itfeltgoodtosing
again,todance.Otherthanlullabies,shehadn’tusedhersingingvoiceinmonths.SherolledthroughAdele,straightintoTaylorSwift,thenfumbledwiththeremotetomutethevolumewhenherphonerangagain.
Stillsmiling,stilldancing,sheanswered.
“Hello.”“I’mlookingforDavid
Matherson.”“I’msorry,you’vegotthe
wrongnumber.”“DavidMatherson,”he
repeated,andrattledoffthephonenumber.
“Yes,that’sthisnumberbut...”Somethinglodgedinherthroat.Shehadtoclearit,gripthereceivertight.“Noonebythatnameliveshere.I’msorry.”
Shehungupbeforehecouldsayanythingelse,thenhurriedtothesafe,carefullyenteredthecombination.
Shetookthemanilaenvelopetothedesk,andwithstiffandshakyfingers,openedit.
Intheenvelopeshekepttheidentificationshe’dfoundinthebankbox,theoneswithRichard’sfacesmilingout.
AndonesetofidentificationwasinthenameofDavidAllenMatherson.
Shedidn’tfeellikesinginganymore,ordancing.Forreasonsshecouldn’texplain,
shewascompelledtocheckallthedoors,checkthealarmsystem.
Despitethewasteofelectricity,sheleftalightburninginthefoyer,leftthesecond-floorhalllighton.Ratherthangotoherownbed,sheslidinwithCallie.
Andlayawakealongtimeprayingthephonedidn’tringagain.
•••
THEFURNITURECOMPANYsentacrewwhopackeduptwoguestrooms,thefoyer,andthediningroom,whereShelbyhadn’thadamealsinceRichard’saccident.Aftersomehaggling,she’dagreedtosellthemasterbedroomsuitetotheprivatebuyer.
Shewipedoutthetimepayment,paidoffasecondcreditcard.
Twodown,tentogo.
Thehousefeltevenbiggerandlessfriendlywithsomuchofthefurnituregone.Shehadanaggingitchatthebaseofherspinetogetgoneherself,butthereweredetailsyet,andtheywereherresponsibility.
Shehadanappointmentatone-thirtywiththebookbuyer—madeatthattimesoshe’dhaveCalliedownforhernap.Shetiedherhairback,putonthepretty
aquamarinedangleshergrandparentshadgivenherforChristmas.Addedsomebronzer,someblushbecauseshelookedtoopale.Shechangedthethicksocksshelikedtoweararoundthehouseforgoodblackheels.
Hergrandmotherclaimedheelsmightpinchthetoessome,buttheyboostedawoman’sconfidence.
Shejumpedwhenthedoorbellrang.Thebookman
wasasolidfifteenminutesearly,timeshe’dcountedontoputcoffeeandcookiesoutinthelibrary.
Sherusheddown,hopinghedidn’tringagain.Calliesleptlightatnaptime.
Sheopenedthedoortoamanyoungerandbetterlookingthanshe’dexpected—whichwenttoshow,shesupposed,aboutassumptions.
“Mr.Lauderdale,you’retimely.”
“Ms.Foxworth.”Smoothly,heheldoutahandtoclasphers.
“Comeinoutofthecold.I’llnevergetusedtonorthernwinters.”
“Youhaven’tbeeninthearealong.”
“No,justlongenoughtogothroughawinter.Letmetakeyourcoat.”
“Iappreciatethat.”Hehadastrong-looking
stockybuild,asquare-jawed
face,coolhazeleyes.Nothing,shethought,likethethin,older,bespectacledbookwormofherimagination.
“Donna—Ms.Tinesdale—saidyoumightbeinterestedinthebooksIhave.”Shehungthesturdypeacoatinthefoyercloset.“Whydon’tItakeyourightintothelibrarysoyoucanhavealook?”
“Youhaveanimpressivehome.”
“It’sbig,anyway,”shesaidassheledhimback,pastasittingroomwithagrandpianonobodyplayed,aloungeareawithapooltableshestillhadtosell,andtothelibrary.
Itwould’vebeenherfavoriteroom,nexttoCallie’s,ifshecouldhavemadeitcozier,warmer.Butfornowshehadthefiregoing,hadtakendowntheheavydrapes—alsointheto-
sellpile—sothewintersun,whattherewasofit,couldleakthroughthewindows.
Thefurniturehere,theleathersofainwhatshethoughtofaslemon-pieyellowandthedarkbrownchairs,thetoo-shinytableswouldallbegonebytheendoftheweek.
Shehopedthecasesfullofleather-boundbooksnoonehadeverreadwouldbegone,too.
“LikeItoldyouonthephone,I’llbemovingbeforemuchlonger,soI’minclinedtosellthebooks.I’vealreadypackeduptheonesIwantmyself,butthese—well,totellyouthetruth,myhusbandboughtthembecausehethoughttheylookedgoodintheroom.”
“Theylookimpressive,likethehouse.”
“Iguesstheydo.I’mmoreinterestedinwhat’sinabook
thanhowitlooksinacabinet,Iguess.Ifyou’dliketotakealookatthem,Icanmakecoffee.”
Hewanderedover,tookoutabookatrandom.“Faust.”
“Ireadhowalotofpeoplebuybooksthisway,bythefoot?Todecorate.”
Shewantedtoclutchherhandstogether,hadtoorderherselftorelax.Sheshouldbeusedtothisbynow,she
thought,itshouldn’tstillmakehernervous.
“IguessIthinkit’dbenicer—moreappealingtotheeye,tomyeye,”shecorrected,“iftheyweren’tallthesame.Thebindings,theheight.AndIguessIhavetosay,Iwouldn’tbeonetocurlupinfrontofthefireandreadFaust.”
“You’renotaloneinthat.”Heslippedthebookbackinplaceandturnedthosecool
eyesonher.“Ms.Foxworth,I’mnotLauderdale.Myname’sTedPrivet.”
“Oh,didMr.Lauderdalesendyoutotakealook?”
“I’mnotabookdealer,I’maprivateinvestigator.Ispoketoyouonthephoneacouplenightsago.IaskedaboutDavidMatherson.”
Shetookastepback.Heelsornot,shecouldandwouldoutrunhim.Gethimoutside,awayfromCallie.
“AndItoldyou,youhadthewrongnumber.Youneedtogonow.I’mexpectingsomeoneanyminute.”
“Ionlyneedaminute.”Withasmile,heliftedhishandsasiftoshowherhewasharmless.“I’mjustdoingmyjob,Ms.Foxworth.ItrackedDavidMathersontothisarea,andmyinformation...I’vegotaphoto.”Hereachedintohisinsidejacketpocket,holding
hisotherhandoutandupinagestureofpeace.“Ifyou’djusttakealook.Doyouknowthisman?”
Herhearthammered.She’dletastrangerintothehouse.She’dgottencareless,havingsomanypeoplegoinginandout,andshe’dlethimin.Withherbabysleepingupstairs.
“Youletmethinkyouweresomeoneelse.”Sheputawhipinhervoice,hopeit
stung.“Isthathowyoudoyourjob?”
“Yeah,actually.Someofthetime.”
“Idon’tmuchlikeyouoryourjob.”Shesnatchedthephotooutofhishand.Staredatit.
She’dknownitwouldbeRichard,butseeinghim—themovie-starsmile,thebrowneyeswithhintsofgold—hithard.Hishairwasdarker,andheworeatrimgoateeshe
thoughtmadehimlookolder,justliketheidentificationfromthebankbox.ButitwasRichard.
Themaninthephotohadbeenherhusband.Herhusbandhadbeenaliar.
Whatwasshe?“Thisisapictureofmy
latehusband,Richard.”“Sevenmonthsago,this
man—goingbythenameofDavidMatherson—swindledawomaninAtlantaoutof
fiftythousanddollars.”“Idon’tknowwhatyou’re
talkingabout.Idon’tknowanyDavidMatherson.MyhusbandwasRichardFoxworth.”
“Twomonthsbeforethat,DavidMathersonswindledasmallgroupofinvestorsinJacksonville,Florida,outoftwicethat.Icouldgoback,goon,includingamajorburglaryinMiamiaboutfiveyearsago.Twenty-eight
millioninrarestampsandjewelry.”
Theswindling,afterwhatshe’dlearnedinthepastweeks,didn’tshockher.Butthethievery,andtheamountofit,hadherstomachtwisting,herheadgoinglight.
“Idon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.Iwantyoutogo.”
Whilehetuckedthephotoaway,hekepthiseyesonhers.“Mathersonwasmost
recentlybasedoutofAtlanta,whereheranrealestatescams.YoulivedinAtlantabeforecominghere,didn’tyou?”
“Richardwasafinancialconsultant.Andhe’sdead.Doyouunderstand?HediedrightafterChristmas,sohecan’tansweryourquestions.Idon’tknowtheanswerstothem.You’vegotnobusinesscominginherethisway,lyingyourwayinandscaring
me.”Onceagain,hehelduphis
hands—butsomethinginhiseyestoldShelbyhewasn’tharmlessatall.
“I’mnottryingtoscareyou.”
“Well,youhave.ImarriedRichardFoxworthinLasVegas,Nevada,onOctober18,2010.Ididn’tmarryanyonenamedDavidMatherson.Idon’tknowanyonebythatname.”
Hismouthtwistedintoasneer.“Youweremarriedfouryears,butyouclaimyoudon’tknowhowyourhusbandreallymadehisliving?Whathereallydid?Whohereallywas?”
“Ifyou’retryingtotellmeI’mafool,getinline.Madehisliving?Whatliving?”Overcome,shethrewoutherarms.“Thishouse?IfIcan’tgetitsoldandfast,they’llforeclose.Youwanttoclaim
Richardswindledpeople,stolefrompeople?Almostthirtymilliondollars?Well,ifit’strue,whoeverhiredyoutofindhimcangetinline,too.I’mdiggingoutfromthethreemilliondollarsindebtheleftmeholding.Youneedtogo,yougotellyourclienthe’sgotthewrongman.Orifhedoesn’t,thatman’sdead.There’snothingIcandoaboutit.Ifhewantstocomeaftermeforthemoney,well,
likeIsaid,there’saline,andit’slong.”
“Lady,youwantmetobelieveyoulivedwithhimforfouryearsbutyouneverheardofMatherson?Youdon’tknowanything?”
Angerswallowedfear.She’dhadenough.Justenough,andthattemperlitheruplikeaflashfire.“Idon’tgiveagooddamnwhatyoubelieve,Mr.Privet.Notonesingledamn.Andifyou
pushedyourwayinhereexpectingI’djustpullabunchofdamnstampsandjewelryoutofmypocket,orhundredsofthousandsincashtosendyouonyourway,Ibelieveyou’reastupidmanaswellasarudeone.Getout.”
“I’mjustlookingforinformationabout—”
“Idon’thaveanyinformation.Idon’tknowanythingaboutanyofthis.
WhatIknowisI’mstuckhereinthisplaceIdon’tknow,withthishouseIdon’twant,becauseI...”
“Because?”“Idon’tknowanymore.”
Eventhetemperfadednow.Shewasjusttired.“Ican’ttellyouwhatIdon’tknow.Ifyouhaveanyquestions,youcantalktoMichaelSpearsorJessicaBroadway.Spears,Cannon,FifeandHanover.They’rethePhiladelphia
lawyershandlingthismessI’min.Now,you’regoing,orI’mcallingthepolice.”
“I’mgoing,”hesaid,followingherasshestrodeoutandwentdirectlytotheclosetforhiscoat.
Hetookoutabusinesscard,helditouttoher.“Youcancontactmeifyourememberanything.”
“Ican’trememberwhatIdon’tknow.”Butshetookthecard.“IfitwasRichardwho
tookyourclient’smoney,I’msorryforit.Pleasedon’tcomebackhere.Iwon’tletyouinasecondtime.”
“Itcouldbethecopsatthedoornexttime,”hetoldher.“Youkeepthatinmind.Andkeepthatcard.”
“Theydon’tthrowyouinjailforbeingstupid.That’smyonlycrime.”
Shepulledopenthedoor,letoutalittleyipatthemanreachingforthedoorbell.
“Ah,Mrs.Foxworth?Istartledyou.I’mMartinLauderdale.”
Hewasolder,witheyesoffadedbluebehindwire-rimmedglassesandatrimbeardofmoresaltthanpepper.
“Thankyouforcoming,Mr.Lauderdale.Goodbye,Mr.Privet.”
“Keepthatcard,”Privettoldher,andskirtingaroundLauderdale,walkeddownthe
clearedfrontwalktoagraycompact.
Sheknewcars—afterall,hergranddaddywasamechanic,andshetookcarefulnoteofthisone.AHondaCivic,ingray,Floridalicenseplates.
Ifshesawitintheneighborhoodagain,she’dcallthepolice.
“Letmetakeyourcoat,”shesaidtoLauderdale.
•••
BYTHEENDOFTHEWEEKthelibraryandthemasterbedroomstoodempty.Shesoldthepooltable,thepiano,Richard’sworkoutequipmentandcountlessoddsandendsthroughCraigslist.
Shehadoneofthetenremainingcreditcardsdownsoclosetopayoffshecouldtasteit.
Shestrippedtheremaining
artfromthewalls,soldthataswell,andthefancycoffeemaker,thefancybarblender.
•••
ANDWHENSHEWOKEUPonthemorningofwhatshouldhavebeenthefirstdayofspringtosixinchesofsnowandstillfalling,shewantedtocrawlbackintothePrincessFionasleepingbagcurrently
servingasherbed.Shewaslivinginadamn
near-emptyhouse.Worse,herbabygirlwaslivinginadamnnear-emptyhouse,withnofriends,withnoonetotalktoorplaywithbuthermother.
Fourandahalfyearsbefore,onasimmeringOctobereveningoutWest,sheboughtaprettybluedress—Richardhadlikedherinblue—spentanhourblowing
outherhairbecausehelikeditsmooth,andwalkeddowntheaisleofthesillylittlechapelcarryingasinglewhiterose.
She’dthoughtitthehappiestdayofherlife,butithadn’tbeenherlifeatall.Justanillusion,andworse,justalie.
Andeverydayafterthat,she’ddoneherverybesttobeagoodwife,tolearntocookthewayRichardliked,to
packupandmovewhenRichardhadthewhim,todressthewayheliked.TomakesureCalliewaswashedandfedanddressedprettywhenhecamehome.
Allthat’sdone,shethought.
“Allthat’sdone,”shemurmured.“Sowhyarewestillhere?”
Shewentintoherolddressingarea,whereshe’dstartedsomehalfhearted
packingintheLouisVuittonluggageRichardhadboughtherinNewYorktoreplacetheduffelbagshe’dstuffedwithclotheswhenshe’drunoffwithhim.
Shepackedinearnestnow,thenbreakingahard-and-fastrule,shesetCallieupwithShrekandcerealinthekitchenwhileshepackedherdaughter’sthings.Followingoneofhermother’shard-and-fastrules—nevercall
anybodybutthepolice,thefiredepartmentoraplumberbeforenineinthemorning—shewaiteduntilnineonthedottocallDonna.
“Hi,Shelby,howareyou?”
“It’ssnowingagain.”“It’sthewinterthatwon’t
die.They’resayingwe’llgetabouteightinches,butit’ssupposedtogouptoaboutfiftybySaturday.Let’shopethisisthelastgasp.”
“I’mnotcountingonit.Donna,there’snotmuchleftinthehouseherebutmeandCallie.IwanttotaketheTVinthekitchen,theunder-the-counterone,homeformygrandmother.She’djustlovethat.Andthebigflat-screen—anyofthem.There’snineinthishouse,Icounted.Ijustwanttotakeonehomeformydaddy.Idon’tknowifmaybethebuyerswanttheothers?Iknowthedeal’snotfinal,but
wecouldmakethesaleoftheTVscontingentonit.Honestly,Idon’tcarewhattheywanttopaymeforthem.”
“Icanproposethattothem,ofcourse.Letthemmakeyouanoffer.”
“Thatwouldbejustfine.Iftheydon’twantthem,oronlywantsomeofthem,I’lltakecareofit.”
Somehow,shethought,rubbingatherachingtemple.
“But...whenIgetoffthephonewithyou,I’mcallingamovingcompany.Ican’tgetCallie’sfurnitureinthevan,notwiththeboxesI’mtaking,andthesuitcasesandhertoys.And,Donna,I’mgoingtoaskyouforanawfulbigfavor.”
“Ofcourse,whatcanIdo?”
“Ineedyoutoputoneofthoselockboxthingsonthehouse,andforustodo
whateverthepaperworkisthat’scomingifthisgoesthrough,bymailore-mailorwhateveritis.Ineedtogohome,Donna.”
Sayingit,justsayingit,easedtheknotsinhershoulders.
“IneedtotakeCalliehome.Shehasn’thadachancewithallthat’sgoingontomakeasinglefriendherage.Thishouseisempty.Ithinkitalwayswas,butnow
youcan’tpretenditisn’t.Ican’tstayhereanymore.IfIcangeteverythingarranged,we’releavingtomorrow.Saturdayatthelatest.”
“That’snofavorandnoproblem.I’lltakecareofthehouse,don’tworryaboutthat.You’regoingtodriveallthatway,alone?”
“IhaveCallie.I’mgoingtocancelthislandline,butI’llhavemycellifyouneedtoreachme.Andmylaptop,so
I’llhavee-mail.Ifthesaledoesn’tgothrough,you’lljustshowittosomebodyelse.ButIhopeitdoes,Ihopethosepeoplewhowantitgetit,andmakeahomeoutofit.Butwehavetogo.”
“Willyoushootmeane-mailwhenyougetthere?I’mgoingtoworryaboutyoualittle.”
“Iwill,andwe’llbefine.IwishI’dknownhowniceyouaresooner.Thatsounded
stupid.”“Itdidn’t,”Donnasaid
withalaugh.“Iwishthesameaboutyou.Don’tworryaboutanythinghere.Ifyouneedsomethingdoneafteryou’rehome,youjustletmeknow.You’vegotafriendinPhiladelphia,Shelby.”
“You’vegotoneinTennessee.”
Aftershehungup,Shelbytookadeepbreath.Andshemadealist,acarefulone,of
everythingthatneededdoing.Onceshe’dcrossedthelastthingoff,shewasgoinghome.
ShewastakingCalliebacktoRendezvousRidge.
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ttookmostoftheday,andsomecreativebribery,tokeepCallie
frominterruptingher.Accountstobeclosed,otherstobetransferred,thechangeofaddress,theforwarding.
ThecostofthemovingcompanytobreakdownCallie’sfurniture,shipitandsetitupagainmadeherwince.AndsheconsideredrentingaU-Haulanddoingitherself.
Butshe’dneedhelpgettingthebedanddresserdownstairsandintoatraileranyway.
Sosheswallowedhardandwentforit.
Itpaidoff,toherwayof
thinking,asthenextday,foratwenty-dollartip,themoverstookthebigTVoffthewallinthelivingroom,wrappeditandcarteditouttothevanforher.
Donna,asgoodasherword,hadthelockboxinstalled.
Shepackedwhatwasleft,stowedwhatevershemightneedontheroadinabigtote.
MaybeitwasfoolishtoleavesolateonaFriday.
Smarter,moresensibletogetafreshstartinthemorning.
Butshewasn’tspendinganothernightinahousethathadneverbeenhers.
Shewalkedthrough,bottomtotop,topbacktobottom,thenstoodinthetwo-storyfoyer.
Shecouldseenow,withthestarkart,thetoosleekfurnishingsremoved,howitmightbe.Warmercolors,softertones,maybesomebig
oldpiece,somethingwithcharacter,alittlebitofcurveintheentrancewaytoholdflowers,candles.
Amixofoldandnew,shethought,aimingforcasualelegancewithtouchesoffun.
Antiquemirrors—yes,she’dgroupoldmirrors,differentshapes,alongthatwall,jumblebookswithfamilyphotosandprettylittlewhatnotsonthoseshelves.And...
Nothersnow,sheremindedherself.Nolongerherspace,nolongerherproblem.
“I’mnotgoingtosayIhatethisplace.Thatdoesn’tseemfairtowhoevermovesinafterme.It’slikeputtingahexonit.SoI’mjustgoingtosayItookcareofitbestIcouldwhileIcould.”
Sheleftthekeysonthekitchencounterwithathank-younoteforDonna,then
reachedforCallie’shand.“Comeon,babygirl,we’re
goingonourtrip.”“We’regonnaseeGranny
andGrandpaandGammaandGranddaddy.”
“Youbetweare,andeverybodyelse,too.”
ShewalkedouttothegaragewithCalliewheelingherlittleCinderella—heroncefavoriteprincess,currentlyusurpedbyFiona—overnightbagbehindher.
“Let’sgetyouandFifistrappedin.”
AsshesecuredCallieinthecarseat,CalliepattedShelby’scheek.Hersignalfor:Lookatme,andpayattention.
“Whatisit,baby?”“We’regonnabethere
soon?”Uh-oh.Tornbetween
amusementandresignation,ShelbypattedCallie’scheekinturn.IftheversionsofAre
wethereyet?beganbeforetheypulledoutofthegarage,theywereinforaverylongtrip.
“It’sallthewaytoTennessee,remember?That’sgoingtotakesometime,soit’snotgoingtoberealsoon.But...”Shewidenedhereyestodemonstratetheexcitementtocome.“We’regoingtogettostaythenightinamotel.Likeadventurers.”
“’Venturers.”
“That’sright.Youandme,CallieRose.Fingersonnoses,”sheadded,andCalliegiggled,putherfingerstohernosesoShelbycouldclosethesidedoorofthevan.
Shebackedoutofthegarage,satforamomentuntilthedoorcameallthewaydownagain.
“Andthat’sthat,”shesaid.Shedroveawaywithouta
backwardglance.
•••
TRAFFICWASAMISERYbutshewasn’tgoingtocareaboutthat.Itwouldtakeaslongasittook.
TosaveShrekforwhenrealboredomhit,shekeptCallieentertainedwithsongs,onesherlittlegirlknew,andfreshonesshe’dstoreduptoavoidtheendlessrepetitionandsaveherownsanity.
Itmostlyworked.
CrossingthestatelineintoMarylandfeltlikeavictory.Shewantedtokeepgoing,justkeepgoing,butatthethree-hourmarkmadeherselfgetoffthehighway.TheHappyMealputagrinonCallie’sface,andfoodinhertummy.
Anothertwohours,Shelbythought,thenshe’dbeoverhalfwaythere.They’dstopforthenight.Shealreadyhadthemotelpickedout,the
routeintheGPS.Whenshestoppedin
Virginia,shesawshe’dmadetherightchoice.Calliehadhadenough,andwasgettinghercrankyon.Theadventureofjumpingonamotelroombedchangedthemood.
Freshpajamas,Fifiandabedtimestorydidthetrick.Thoughshedoubtedfireworkswouldwakeherlittlegirlnow,Shelbywentintothebathroomtocall
home.“Mama.We’vestoppedfor
thenight,likeIsaidwewould.”
“Whereareyou,exactlywherenow?”
“AttheBestWesternaroundWytheville,Virginia.”
“Isitclean?”“Itis,Mama.Icheckedout
theratingonlinebeforeIheadedhere.”
“Yougotthesecuritylockon?”AdaMaedemanded.
“It’son,Mama.”“Youputachairunderthe
doorknob,justforextra.”“Okay.”“How’sthatsweetangel?”“She’ssoundasleep.She
wassogoodonthedrive.”“Ican’twaittogetmy
handsonher.Andonyou,sweetiepie.Iwishyou’dtoldusyouwerestartingouttodaybeforeyoudid.ClayJuniorwould’vecomeupthere,drivenyoudown.”
Shewastheonlygirl,Shelbyremindedherself,andthebabyofthree.Hermotherwouldfret.
“I’mfine,Mama,Ipromise.We’refine,andalreadyhalfwaythere.Clay’sgotworkandfamilyofhisown.”
“You’rehisfamily,too.”“Ican’twaittoseehim.
Seeallofyou.”Thefaces,thevoices,the
hills,thegreen.Itmadeher
wanttocryalittle,sosheworkedtobumpupthecheerinhervoice.
“I’mgoingtotrytogetontheroadbyeight,butitmaybealittlelater.ButIshouldbetherebytwoo’clockatthelatest.I’llcallyousoyouknowforsure.Mama,Iwanttothankyouagainforlettingusstay.”
“Idon’twanttohearthatfromyou.Myownchild,andherchild.Thisishome.You
comehome,ShelbyAnne.”“Tomorrow.TellDaddy
we’reallsafeforthenight.”“Staythatway.Andyou
getsomerest.Yousoundtired.”
“Iamalittle.’Night,Mama.”
Thoughitwasbarelyeight,shecrawledintobed,andwasasleepinminuteslikeherlittlegirl.
•••
SHEWOKEINTHEDARK,shockedoutofadreamsherememberedinbitsandpieces.Astormatsea,drowningwavesswampingaboat—arollingwhitedotinathrashingseaofblack.Andshe’dbeenatthewheel,fightingsohardtorideitoutwhilewaveslashed,lightningflashed.AndCallie,somewhereCalliecriedandcalledforher.
ThenRichard?Yes,yes,
Richardinoneofhisfinesuitspullingherawayfromthecontrolsbecauseshedidn’tknowhowtohandleaboat.Shedidn’tknowhowtodoanything.
Thenfalling,falling,fallingintothatdrowningsea.
Cold,shaken,shesatupinthestrangedarkroom,tryingtogetherbreathback.
BecauseitwasRichardwho’dfallenintothewater,nother.ItwasRichardwho’d
drowned.Callieslept,hercutelittle
butthikedintheair.Warmandsafe.
Shesliddown,layforawhilestrokingCallie’sbacktocomfortherself.Butsleepwasdone,soshegaveitup,walkedquietlyintothebathroom.Shestooddebating.
DidsheleavethedooropensoifCalliewokeinastrangeplaceshe’dknow
wherehermamawas?Ordidsheclosethedoorsothelightandthesoundoftheshowerdidn’twakeherbaby,whichtheywereallbutguaranteedtodo?
Shecompromised,leftthedooropenacrack.
Shedidn’tthinkamotelshowerhadeverfeltsogood,warmingawaythelastchillsfromthedream,washingawaythedraggingdregsoffatigue.
She’dbroughtherownshampoo,showergel.She’dbeenspoiledongoodproductslongbeforeRichard.Butthenshe’dbeenraisedonthem,ashergrandmotherranRendezvousRidge’sbestsalon.
Anddayspanow,Calliethought.TherewasjustnostoppingGranny.
Shecouldn’twaittoseeher,toseeeveryone.Tojustbehome,breathethe
mountainair,seethegreens,theblues,hearthevoicesthatdidn’tmakeherssoundsomehowwrong.
Shewrappedherhairinatowel,knowingitwouldtakeforevertodry,anddidwhathermotherhadtaughtherwhenshe’dbeenhardlyolderthanCallie.
Sheslickedonlotioneverywhere.Itfeltgood,thatskintoskin,evenifitwasjustherownhands.Ithad
beensolongsinceanyonehadtouchedher.
Shedressed,peekedouttocheckonCallie,andleftthedooropenjustalittlewiderasshestartedonhermakeup.Shewasn’tgoinghomepaleandheavy-eyed.
Shecouldn’tdoanythingaboutgoinghomebony,butherappetitewouldcomebackonceshegotthere,settledin,pushedsomeoftheweightsofftheheavyendofthescale.
Andtheoutfitwasnice—blackleggings,thegrass-greenshirtthatmadeherthinkofspring.Sheaddedearrings,aspritzofperfume,becauseaccordingtoAdaMaePomeroy,awomanwasn’tfullydressedwithoutthem.
Decidingshe’ddoneherbest,shewentbackintothebedroom,packedupeverythingbutCallie’soutfitforthehomecoming.Apretty
bluedresswithwhiteflowersandawhitesweater.Thenturningononeofthebedsidelights,sheclimbedontothebedtonuzzleherdaughterawake.
“CallieRose.WhereismyCallieRose?IsshestillinDreamlandridingpinkponies?”
“I’mhere,Mama!”Warmandsoftasababyrabbit,sheturnedintoShelby’sarms.“We’reona’venture.”
“Youbetweare.”Shecuddledforamomentbecausethosemomentswereprecious.
“Ididn’twetthebed.”“Iknow.You’resuchabig
girl.Let’sgopeenow,andgetdressed.”
EvenwithfussingCallie’shairintoabraidtiedwithabluebowtomatchthedress,cleaningherupagainafterabreakfastofwaffles,gassingupthevan,theywereonthe
roadbyseven-thirty.Anearlystart,Shelby
thought.She’dtakeitasagoodsignofthingstocome.
Shestoppedatten,anotherpeebreak,fueledhersystemwithaCoke,filledCallie’ssippycupandtextedhermother.Gotgoingearly.Traffic’s
notbad.Shouldbetherebytwelve-thirty.Loveyou!
Whenshepulledbackontothehighway,thegray
compactslippedoutthreecarsbehindher.Andkeptpace.
Sotheyoungwidowwasheadinghomeinhersecondhandminivan.Everyactionshedidreasonable,normal,ordinary.
Butsheknewsomething,Privetthought.Andhe’dfindoutjustwhatthatwas.
•••
WHENSHECAUGHTSIGHTofthemountains,thegreatgreenriseofthem,Shelby’sheartjumpedtoherthroatuntilhereyesstung.She’dthoughtsheknewhowmuchshewantedthis,neededthis,butitwasmore.
Itwaseverythingsafeandreal.
“Look,Callie.Lookoutthere.There’shomeoutthere.There’stheSmokies.”
“Gamma’sinthe
’mokies.”“Ssssssmokies,”Shelby
saidwithagrinningglanceintherearview.
“Sssssssmokies.GammaandGrannyandGrandpaandGranddaddy,andUncaClayandAuntGillyandUncaForrest.”
Sherattledofffamilynames,andtoShelby’ssurprisegotmostofthem,downtothedogsandcats.
Maybe,Shelbythought,
shewasn’ttheonlyonewhowantedandneededthis.
Bynoonshewaswinding,windingupthroughthegreenwithherwindowhalfdownsoshecouldsmellthemountains.Thepine,theriversandstreams.Heretherewasnosnow.Insteadwildflowerssprouted—littlestars,dropsofcolor—andthehousesandcabinsshepassedhaddaffodilsspringingyellowasfreshbutter.Here
clothesflappedonlinessothesheetswouldcarrythatscentintobedrooms.Hawkscircledaboveintheblue.
“I’mhungry.Mama,Fifi’shungry.Arewethere?Arewethere,Mama?”
“Almost,baby.”“Canwebetherenow?”“Almost.YouandFifican
havesomethingtoeatatGamma’s.”
“Wewantcookies.”“Maybe.”
ShecrossedwhatthelocalscalledBilly’sCreek,namedfortheboywho’ddrownedinitbeforeherfatherwasborn,andthedirtroadthatleddowntothehollerandtosomeramshacklehousesanddouble-wideswherehuntingdogsbayedintheirpensandtheshotgunsstayedloadedandhandy.
AndthesignforMountainSpringCampground,where
herbrotherForresthadworkedonelong-agosummer,andwherehe’dgoneskinny-dipping—andalittlemore—withEmmaKateAddison,afactShelbyknewasEmmaKatehadbeenherclosestfriend,diapersthroughhighschool.
Nowtheturnforthehotel/resortbuiltwhenshewasaboutten.HerbrotherClayworkedthere,takingtouristsoutforwhite-water
rafting.He’dmethiswifethereassheworkedasadessertchefforthehotel.NowGillywaspregnantwiththeirsecondchild.
Butbeforethewivesandthechildren,beforejobsandcareers,they’druntamehere.
She’dknownthetrailsandthestreams,theswimmingholesandtheplaceswheretheblackbearlumberedalong.She’dwalkedwithherbrothers,withEmmaKate,on
hotsummerdaysintotowntobuyCokesatthegeneralstore,ortohergrandmother’ssalontobegforspendingmoney.
She’dknownplacestositandlookoutatforever.Howthewhippoorwillsoundedwhenduskfellincloudsofsoft,softgrayafterthesundiedredbehindthepeaks.
She’dknowitagain,shethought.Allofit.Andmoreimportant,herdaughter
wouldknowit.She’dknowthegiddyfeelingofwarmgrassunderherfeet,orcoldcreekwaterlappingherankles.
“Please,Mama,please!Canwebethere?”
“We’rereallyclosenow.Seethathousethere?Iknewagirlwholivedthere.HernamewasLorilee,andhermama,MizMaybeline,workedforGranny.Shestilldoes,andIthinkGrannytold
meLorileeworksforher,too.Andsee,justupahead,thatforkintheroad?”
“Youeatwithafork.”“That’sright.”Almostas
impatientasherdaughter,Shelbylaughed.“Butitalsomeansasplitintheroad—whereyoucangoonewayortheother?Ifwewenttotheright—thehandyoucolorwith?Ifwewentthatway,we’dbeinRendezvousRidgeinaspit.Butwegoleft...”
Herownexcitementrising,Shelbytooktheleftfork—alittlefasterthanmaybesheshould.“Andwe’reheadinghome.”
“Gamma’shouse.”“That’sright.”Afewhouses,someof
themnewsinceshe’dleft,scatteredaround—andtheroadstillwindingandrising.
EmmaKate’shouse,withabigtruckinthedrivethathadTheFix-ItGuyspainted
ontheside.Andthereitwas.Home.Carsandtrucks
everywhere,shenoted.Packedinthedrive,rangedonthesideoftheroad.Kidsrunningaroundthefrontyardanddogswiththem.Andthespringflowersherparentstendedlikebabiesalreadyashowatthehemoftheprettytwo-storyhouse.Thecedarshakesgleamedinthesun,andthepinkdogwoodher
motherprizedbloomedasprettyasEastermorning.
Abannerhungbetweenthefront-porchposts.
WELCOMEHOME,SHELBYANDCALLIE
ROSE!
Shemighthavelaidherheadonthesteeringwheelandweptinsheergratitude,butCalliebouncedinhercar
seat.“Out!Out!Hurry,Mama.”Shesawanothersign
proppedonasawhorserightinfrontofthehouse.
RESERVEDFORSHELBY
Assheletoutalaugh,twooftheboysspottedhervan,ranovercheering.
“We’llmoveit,Shelby!”
HeruncleGrady’sboys,wholookedtohavesprungupanothersixinchessinceshe’dseenthematChristmas.
“Somebodyhavingaparty?”shecalledout.
“It’sforyou.Hey,Callie,hey.”Theolderofthetwo—Macon—tappedonCallie’swindow.
“Whozat,Mama?Who?”“That’syourcousin
Macon.”“CousinMacon!”Callie
wavedbothhands.“Hi,hi!”Sheeasedthevanoffthe
road,andwithintenserelief,turnedofftheignition.“We’rehere,Callie.Atlast.”
“Out,out,out.”“I’mworkingonit.”Beforeshecouldget
aroundthevan,kidsswarmingher,toopenthesidedoor,hermothercamerunning.
Nearlysixfeet,AdaMaehadlonglegstocoverthe
groundfromhousetovan.Heryellowsundressbillowedaroundthoselegs,setoffhercrownofredhair.
BeforeShelbycouldtakeabreathshewascaughtinabearhugandsurroundedbythescentofL’AirduTemps,hermother’ssignatureperfume.
“Hereyouare!Here’smygirls!MyGod,ShelbyAnne,you’reskinnyasasnake.We’regoingtofixthat.For
goodness’sake,youkidsgiveussomeroomhere.Lookatyou,justlook!”ShecuppedShelby’sface,tilteditup.“Everything’sgoingtobejustfine,”shesaidwhenShelby’seyesteared.“Don’tyougorunningyourmascara.It’sallfinenow.Howdoyougetthisdooropen?”
Shelbypulledthehandlesothesidedoorslidopen.
“Gamma!Gamma!”Calliereachedout,armsstretched.
“Out,out!”“I’mgoingtogetyouout
ofthere.Howthehelldoyougetheroutofthere?Oh,justlookatyou!”AdaMaecoveredCallie’sfacewithkissesasShelbyreleasedtheharness,theseatbelt.“You’reprettyasasunbeaminMay.Andwhataprettydress,too.Oh,giveyourGammaabighug.”
Inheryellowsling-backheels,AdaMaeturnedcircles
intheroadwhileCallieclungtoherlikeaburr.
“We’reallovertheplace.”TearssliddownAdaMae’scheeksasshecircled.
“Don’tcry,Gamma.”“That’sjustjoyspilling
out,andgoodthingI’vegotwaterproofmascara.We’reouthere,inthehouse,outthebackyardwherethey’vegotthebiggrillgoingalready.We’vegotfoodtofeedthearmyweare,andsome
champagne,too,tocelebrate.”
WithCallieonherhip,AdaMaepulledShelbyinforathree-generationhug.“Welcomehome,baby.”
“Thankyou,Mama,morethanIcansay.”
“Let’sgetyouinside,getyousomesweettea.Themovingvanwasherenottwohoursago.”
“Already?”“Cartedeverythingright
uptoCallie’sroom.We’vegotitallmadeupsosweetandpretty.Yourroom’srightnexttoyourmama’s,”shesaidastheywalkedtothehouse.“IputyouinClay’soldroom,Shelby,asit’sbiggerthantheoneyouhad.It’sbeenfreshpainted,andwegotanewmattress.Theoldwaswornout.Callie’sinForrest’soldroom,soyouknowyou’llsharethatbathbetweenthem.Wegotsome
nicenewtowelsinthereforyou.Gotthemfromyourgranny’sspa,sothey’renice.”
Shelbywould’vesaidsheshouldn’thavegonetosomuchtrouble,butifAdaMaewasn’tfussing,shewasn’tbreathing.
“Gillybakedacake,allfancy.She’saboutreadytopop,butthatgirlcanbakelikeBettyCrocker.”
HerbrotherClaycameout.
He’dgottenhisparents’height,andtheirfather’scoloringwithhisdarkhairandeyes.Grinning,hepluckedShelbyoffherfeet,spunherlikeatop.
“Abouttimeyougothere,”hemurmuredinherear.
“SoonasIcould.”“Giveherover,”he
orderedhismother,andsnatchedCallie.“Heythere,sunshine.Rememberme?”
“UncaClay.”
“Girlsalwaysrememberthehandsomeones.Let’sgofindsometrouble.”
“Ifanybodycan,”AdaMaesaid,andwrappedanarmaroundShelby’swaist.“Youneedacolddrinkandachair.”
“IfeellikeI’vebeensittingfordays,butI’dtakethecolddrink.”
Familyspreadaroundthehousesothereweremorehugsandwelcomes,moreyet
whentheyreachedthekitchen.Gilly—andshedidlookreadytopop—stoodwithaboyjustayearyoungerthanCallieonherhip.
“I’vegothim.”Claytransferredhisson,Jackson,tohisotherhip.“Gotmeasetnow.”Hetookoffrunningoutthebackdoor,lettingoutawarhoopthathadbothkidssquealing.
“Borntobeadaddy.And
agoodthing,”AdaMaeadded,givingGilly’sbellyagentlepat.“Yougetoffyourfeetnow.”
“I’mfeelingfine.Evenbetternow.”ShewrappedherarmsaroundShelby,swayedwiththehug.“It’ssogoodtoseeyou.We’vegotpitchersofteaoutside,andplentyofbeer.Andfourbottlesofchampagne—yourmamahasdecreedit’sfortheladiesonly,asnoneofthemenhere
canappreciateit.”“Soundsaboutright.I’ll
startwiththetea.”Shelbyhadn’tcaughtherbreath,notyet,butdecidedshe’dcatchitlater.“Gilly,youjustlookwonderful.”
HairassunnyasClay’swasdark,slickedbackinaprettytailtoleaveherface—roundwithpregnancy—unframed.Eyesofcornflowerbluesparkled.
“Reallywonderful.Are
youdoinggood?”“I’mdoinggreat.Five
weeksandtwodaystogo.”Shelbymadeherway
outside,ontothewidebackporch,lookingoverthebigbackyardwithitsvegetablepatchalreadysprouting,kidsclamberingoveraswingset,agrillsmoking,picnictableslineduplikesoldierswithballoonstiedtochairs.
Herfatherstoodatthegrill—thegeneral—inoneofhis
sillyaprons.Thisonesuggestedyoukisshisgrits.
Shewasinhisarmsinseconds.Shewouldn’tbreakdown,shetoldherself.Shejustwouldn’tspoilit.“Hey,Daddy.”
“Hey,Shelby.”Hebentfromhissixfeet,
twoinches,kissedthetopofherhead.Handsomeandfit,amarathonrunnerforpleasure,acountrydoctorbytrade,heheldherclose.
“You’retoothin.”“Mamasaidshe’dfix
that.”“Thenshewill.”Hedrew
herback.“Thedoctorsaysfood,drink,plentyofsleepandpampering.That’llbetwentydollars.”
“Putitonmybill.”“That’swhattheyallsay.
Go,getthatdrink.I’vegotribstofinish.”
Asshesteppedback,shewascaughtinaround-the-
backbearhug.Sherecognizedthewonderfulprickleofwhiskers,wriggledaroundandhugged.“Grandpa.”
“IwasjustsayingtoVitheotherday,‘Vi,something’smissingaroundhere.Can’tquiteputmyfingeronit.’NowIgotit.Itwasyou.”
Shereachedup,rubbedherpalmoverthestone-graywhiskers,lookedupintohismerryblueeyes.“I’mglad
youfoundme.”Shelaidherheadagainsthisbarrelofachest.“Itlookslikeacarnivalhere.Everythingfulloffunandcolor.”
“It’stimeyoucamebacktothecarnival.Youfixingtostay?”
“Jack,”Claytonmuttered.“I’vebeenorderednotto
askquestions.”Thosemerryeyescouldturnpugnaciousinafingersnap—anddid.“ButI’mdamnedifIwon’taskmy
owngranddaughterifshe’sfixingtostayhomethistime.”
“It’sallright,Daddy,andyeah,I’mfixingtostay.”
“Good.NowVi’sgivingmethehardeye’causeI’mkeepingyoufromher.Atyoursix,”hesaid,andturnedheraround.
Thereshewas,ViolaMacNeeDonahue,inabrightbluedress,herTitanhairinasassycurlingwedge,big
moviestarsunglassestippeddownhernose,andhereyesboldandblueoverthem.
Shedidn’tlooklikeanyone’sgranny,Shelbythought,butcalledouttoherassheflewoverthelawn.
“Granny.”Violadroppedherhands
fromherhips,threwoutherarms.
“Aboutdamntime,butIguessyousavedthebestforlast.”
“Granny.You’resobeautiful.”
“Aren’tyouluckytolookjustlikeme?OrlikeIdidsomefortyyearsback.It’stheMacNeeblood,andgoodskincare.Thatlittleangelofyourshasthesame.”
Shelbyturnedherhead,smiledasshesawCalliewithcousins,rollingonthegrasswithacoupleofyoungdogs.“She’smyheartandsoul.”
“Iknowit.”
“Ishould’ve—”“Should’vesareawaste.
We’regoingtotakealittlewalk,”shesaidwhenShelby’seyesfilled.“Takealookatyourdaddy’svegetablepatch.BesttomatoesintheRidge.Youputtheworryasidenow.Justputitaside.”
“There’stoomuchofit,Granny.MorethanIcansayrightnow.”
“Worrydoesn’tgetthings
done,itjustgivesawomanlinesinherface.Soyouputtheworryaside.Whatneedsdoingwillgetdone.You’renotalonenow,Shelby.”
“I...forgotwhatitfeelslikenottobe,soallthisseemslikeadream.”
“Thisiswhat’srealandalwayshasbeen.Comehere,darling,holdonawhile.”ShedrewShelbyclose,rubbedherback.“You’rehomenow.”
Shelbylookedoutatthemountains,smokedwithclouds,sostrong,soenduring,sotrue.
Shewashomenow.
S5
omebodybroughtouthergrandfather’sbanjo,andinshort
orderheruncleGrady’swife,Rosalee,hadafiddle,herbrotherClayhisguitar.Theywantedbluegrass,themusic
ofthemountains.Thosehighbrightnotes,thecloseharmonyofstringspluckedandsawedstirredmemoriesinher,litalightinsideher.Akindofbirth.
Herewereherbeginnings,inthemusicandthemountains,inthegreenandthegatherings.
Family,friends,neighborsswarmedthepicnictables.Shewatchedhercousinsdancingonthelawn,her
motherinheryellowheelsswinginglittleJacksontotherhythm.Andthere,herfatherwithCallieinhislaphavingwhatappearedtobeaveryseriousconversationwhiletheyatepotatosaladandbarbecuedribs.
Hergrandmother’slaughcarriedoverthemusicasViolasatcross-leggedonthelawn,sippingchampagneandgrinningupatGilly.
Hermother’syounger
sisterWynonnakeptahawkeyeonheryoungestgirl,whoseemedjoinedatthehipwithaskinnyguyintorn-upjeansherauntreferredtoas“thatHallisterboy.”
AshercousinLarkwassixteenandascurvyasamountainroad,Shelbyfiguredthehawkeyewaswarranted.
Peoplekeptpushingfoodonher,sosheatebecauseshefelthermother’sownhawk
eyeonher.ShedrankchampagneeventhoughitmadeherthinkofRichard.
Andshesangbecausehergrandfatheraskedherto.“Cotton-EyedJoe”and“SaltyDog,”“LonesomeRoadBlues”and“LostJohn.”Thelyricscamebacktoherlikeyesterday,andthesimplefunofit,singingoutintheyard,lettingthemusicrisetowardthebigsunstruckbluebowlofthesky,soothedher
batteredheart.She’dletthisgo,she
thought,letallofitgoforamanshe’dneverreallyknownandalifesheknewhadbeenfalsefromthefirsttothelast.
Wasn’titamiraclethatwhatwasrealandtruewasherewaitingforher?
Whenshecouldgetaway,sheslippedintothehouse,wanderedupstairs.Herheartjustfloodedwhenshestepped
intoCallie’sroom.Petal-pinkwallsandfussy
whitecurtainsframingthewindowthatlookedoutonthebackyard,andthemountainsbeyondit.Alltheprettywhitefurniture,andthebedwithitspink-and-whitecanopyallsetup.They’devenarrangedsomeofthedollsandtoysandbooksonthewhitebookcase,tuckedsomeofthestuffedanimalsonthebed.
Maybetheroomwashalfthesizeoftheoneinthebighouse,butitlookedjustexactlyright.ShemovedthroughtheJackandJillbathroom—sparkling,ashermotherwouldhaveitnootherway—andintowhathadbeenherbrother’sroom.Whatwasherroomnow.
Heroldironbedwhereshe’dsleptanddreamedthroughchildhoodfacedthewindow,justasithadinthe
roomdownthehall.Asshe’dlikeditbestsoshecouldwaketothemountains.Asimplewhiteduvetcovereditnow,butAdaMaebeingAdaMaehadsetpillowsinlace-edgedshamsagainsttheironheadboard,andmoreinshadesofgreenandbluemoundedwiththem.Athrow—bluesandgreensagain—crochetedbyhergreat-grandmother,layfoldedatthefoot.
Thewallswereawarmsmokygreen,likethemountains.Twowatercolors—hercousinJesslyn’swork—gracedthem.Softdreamycolors,aspringmeadow,agreeningforestatdawn.Avaseofwhitetulips—herfavorite—satonherolddresser,alongwiththepictureinitssilverframeofherholdingCallieateightweeks.
They’dbroughthersuitcasesup.Shehadn’t
asked—hadn’thadto.Theboxes,well,theywereprobablyalreadystackedinthegaragewaitingforhertofigureoutwhattodowiththethingsshe’dfeltobligedtokeepfromalifethatnolongerseemedherown.
Overcome,shesatonthesideofthebed.Shecouldhearthemusic,thevoicesthroughthewindow.That’showshefelt,justastepapart,behindtheglass,sittingina
roomofherchildhood,wonderingwhattodowithwhatshe’dcarriedwithher.Allshehadtodowasopenthewindowandshe’dbeapartinsteadofapart.
But...Rightnow,today,
everyonesaidwelcomehome,andleftalltherestunsaid.Butthequestionsmurmuringunderthewelcomewouldcome.Partofwhatshecarriedwithher
wereanswersandstillmorequestions.
Howmuchshouldshetell,andhowshouldshetellit?
Whatgoodwoulditdototellanyonethatherhusbandhadbeenaliar,andacheat—andshefearedhemight’vebeenworse.Shefeareddowndeepinherboneshe’dbeenaswindlerandathief.Andyetwhateverhe’dbeen—evenifitturnedouttobeworse—hewasstillthefatherofher
child.Dead,hecouldn’tdefend
orexplainanyofit.Andsittingherebrooding
aboutitwasn’tsolvingathing.Shewaswastingthatwelcome,thatsunstruckday,therisingmusic.Soshe’dgodownagain,she’dhavesomecake—thoughshealreadyfeltalittlequeasy.Evenassheorderedherselftogetup,godown,sheheardfootstepscomingdownthehall.
Shegottoherfeet,putaneasysmileonherface.
Forrest,herbrother,theonlyonewhohadn’tbeentheretowelcomeher,steppedintothedoorway.
Hedidn’thaveClay’sheight,skimmedjustshyofsixfeet,andwithamorecompactbuild.Abrawler’sbuild,theirgrannyclaimed(withsomepride),andhe’ddonehisshare.Hehadhisdaddy’sdarkhair,buthis
eyes,likehers,wereboldandblue.Theyheldhersnow.Coolly,shethought,andfullofthequestionsnooneasked.
Yet.“Hey.”Shetriedtoboost
uphersmile.“Mamasaidyouhadtoworktoday.”Asadeputy—herbrotherthecop—ajobthatseemedtosuithimlikehisskin.
“That’sright.”Hehadsharpcheekbones,
liketheirfather,andhis
mother’seyes.Andrightnowhesportedafaintpurplebruiseonhisjaw.
“Beenfighting?”Helookedblankfora
moment,thenflickedhisfingersoverhisjaw.“Intheline.ArloKattery—you’drememberhim—gotalittle...rambunctiouslastnightdownatShady’sBar.They’relookingforyououtside.Ifiguredyou’dbeuphere.”
“BackafewstepsfromwhereIstarted.”
Heleanedonthejamb,doinghiscoolstudyofherface.“Lookslike.”
“Damnit,Forrest.Damnit.”Nooneinthefamilycouldtwistherup,wringheroutandsmoothherdownagainlikeForrest.“Whenareyougoingtostopbeingmadatme?It’sbeenfouryears.Almostfive.Youcan’tstaymadatmeforever.”
“I’mnotmadatyou.Was,butI’mmoreintotheannoyedstagenow.”
“Whenareyougoingtostopbeingannoyedwithme?”
“Can’tsay.”“YouwantmetosayIwas
wrong,thatImadeaterriblemistake,runningoffwithRichardlikeIdid?”
Heseemedtoconsiderit.“That’dbeastart.”
“Well,Ican’t.Ican’tsay
thatbecause—”Shepointedtothepictureonthedresser.“ThatmakesCallieamistake,andshe’snot.She’sagiftandaglory,andthebestthingthateverhappenedtome.”
“Youranoffwithanasshole,Shelby.”
Everymuscleinherbodywenthotandtight.“Ididn’tthinkhewasanassholeatthetimeorIwouldn’thaverunoffwithhim.Whatmakesyousorighteous,Deputy
Pomeroy?”“Notrighteous,justright.
It’sanannoyancetomethatmysistertookoffwithanasshole,andI’vebarelyseenherortheniecewholooksjustlikeherinyears.”
“IcamewhenIcould.IbroughtCalliewhenIcould.IdidthebestIknewhow.YouwantmetosayRichardwasanasshole?ThereIcanobligeyou,asitturnsouthewas.Ihadthebadjudgment
tomarryanasshole.Isthatbetter?”
“Some.”Hekepthisgazelevelonhers.“Didheeverhityou?”
“No.God,no.”Stunned,sheliftedherhands.“Henevertouchedmethatway.Iswear.”
“Youdidn’tcomebackforfunerals,forbirths,forweddings.Clay’s,youmadeClay’s,butbarely.How’dhekeepyouaway?”
“It’scomplicated,Forrest.”“Simplifyit.”“Hesaidno.”Temper
begantosimmerandburninsideher.“Isthatsimpleenough?”
Hestirredhimselftolifthisshoulders,letthemfall.“Youdidn’talwaystakenoforananswersoeasy.”
“Ifyouthinkitwaseasy,you’rewrong.”
“Ineedtoknowwhyyoulookedsotired,sothin,so
beatenwhenyoucamehomeforwhatseemedliketenminutesatChristmas.”
“MaybebecauseI’dcometorealizeI’dmarriedanasshole,andonewhodidn’tevenlikemeverymuch.”
Temperhammeredagainstguiltwithguiltslappingagainstfatigue.
“BecauseI’dcometorealizebeforeIfoundmyselfawidowandmychildwithoutafatherthatIdidn’t
lovehim,notevenalittle.Anddidn’tlikehimmuch,either.”
Tearscloggedherthroat,threateningtoburstthroughthedamshe’dsolaboriouslybuilttoholdthemback.
“Butyoudidn’tcomehome?”
“No,Ididn’tcomehome.MaybeImarriedanassholebecauseIwasanassholemyself.MaybeIcouldn’tfigureouthowtopullmyself
andCallieoutofthemuddymessI’dmade.Canyouleaveitatthatfornow?Canthatbeenoughfornow?IfIhavetotalkaboutalltherestofitnow,IthinkI’llbreakintopieces.”
Hewalkedover,satbesideher.“MaybeI’llmoveannoyeddowntomildlyirked.”
Tearsswamandspilled;shecouldn’thelpit.“Mildlyirked’sprogress.”Sheturned,
pressedherfacetothesideofhisshoulder.“Imissedyousomuch.Missedyoulikeanarmoralegorhalfmyheart.”
“Iknow.”Hedrapedanarmaroundher.“Imissedyouthesame.It’swhyit’stakenclosetofiveyearstogetdowntomildlyirked.Igotquestions.”
“Youalwayshavequestions.”
“Likewhyyoudrove
downfromPhiladelphiainaminivanthat’solderthanCallie,andwithacoupleofsuitcasesandabunchofpackingboxesandwhatlookslikeabig-assflat-screenTV.”
“That’sforDaddy.”“Huh.Show-off.Igot
morequestionsyet,butI’llwaitonthem.I’mhungryandIwantabeer—Iwantacoupleofbeers.AndifIdon’tgetyoudownthereshortly,Mama’sboundto
comelooking,thenshe’llskinmyassformakingyoucry.”
“Ineedsometimetosettlemyselfbeforethequestionsstart.Ineedtobreatheforawhile.”
“Thisisagoodplaceforit.Comeon,let’sgetdownthere.”
“Okay.”Shegotupwithhim.“I’mgoingtobemildlyirkedwithyouforbeingmildlyirkedwithme.”
“That’sfair.”
“YoucanworksomeofthatoffgettingClaytohelpyoubringinthatTV,andthenhelpfigureoutwhereitneedstogo.”
“Itneedstogoinmyapartment,butI’lljustcomeoverhereandwatchit,andeatallDaddy’sfood.”
“That’sfair,too,”shedecided.
“I’mworkingonfair.”Hekeptanarmdrapedaroundhershoulders.“Youknow
EmmaKate’sback.”“What?Sheis?ButI
thoughtshewasupinBaltimore.”
“Shewasupuntilaboutsixmonthsago.Iguessmorelikesevennow.Herdaddyhadthataccidentlastyear,felloffClydeBarrow’sroof,bustedhimselfupprettygood.”
“Iknowaboutthat.Ithoughthewasdoingokay.”
“Well,shecamebackto
takecareofhim—youknowhowhermamais.”
“Helplessasababyduckwithnofeet.”
“That’sthetruth.Shestayedacouplemonths.Hewasinandoutofthehospital,inphysicaltherapy,andherbeinganurse,shecouldhelpmorethanmost.Theguyshe’shookedupwith,hecamedownoffandon.Niceguy.Shorteningitup,thetimeoffandbudgetcutscost
herherjobattheBaltimorehospital—ormadeithardforhertokeepon.Sheandherguy,theymovedondownasshegotanoffertoworkattheclinicintheRidge.”
“Daddy.”“Yeah.Hesaysshe’sa
damngoodnurse.Matt—that’sherguy—hemovedondownwithher,startedabusinesswithhispartner.Griff’soutofBaltimore,too.Construction-typebusiness.
They’reTheFix-ItGuys.”“Isawatruckwiththat
nameonitatEmmaKate’shouse.”
“MattandGriffaredoinganewkitchenforMizBitsy.WhatIhearisshechangeshermindeveryfiveminutesonwhatshewants,soit’stakingawhile.EmmaKateandMattgottheapartmentacrossfrommine,andGriff’sgottheoldTripplehornplaceoutonFivePossumRoad.”
“Thatplacewasfallingdownwhenwewereten,”sheremembered.
Andshe’dlovedit.“He’sfixingitup.Likely
takehimtherestofhislife,buthe’sgotitgoing.”
“You’restockfullofnews,Forrest.”
“That’sonlybecauseyouhaven’tbeenaroundtohearit.YoushouldgoseeEmmaKate.”
“Iwishshe’dcometoday.”
“She’sworking,andshe’slikelystillintheannoyedstagewhereyou’reconcerned.Youmighthavetoworksometobringthatdown.”
“It’shardknowinghowmanypeopleIhurt.”
“Thendon’tdoitagain.Ifyoudecidetoleave,saygoodbyeproper.”
Shelookedoutthebackdoor,sawClayrunningaroundwithhissononhis
shoulders,andhergrandmotherpushingCallieontheswings.
“I’mnotgoinganywhere.I’vealreadybeengonetoolong.”
•••
SHESLEPTINHERchildhoodbedonanewmattress,andthoughthenightwascool,keptthewindowopenacracksothenightaircouldwaftin.
Shewoketoaquietrain,snuggledrightinwithasmileonherfaceasthesoundofitpatteredsopeacefully.She’dgetupinjustaminute,shetoldherself,checkonCallie,fixherbabysomebreakfast.
She’ddealwiththeunpacking,andalltheotherchoresthatneededdoing.Injustfivemoreminutes.
Whenshewokeagain,therainhadsoftenedtoamistydrizzle,adripandplopfrom
leavesandgutters.Arounditsheheardthebirdssinging.Shecouldn’trememberthelasttimeshe’dwokentothesongofbirds.
Rollingover,sheglancedattheprettyglassclockonthebedsidetable,thenshotuplikeanarrowfromabow.
Shescrambledup,dashedthroughthebathandintoCallie’sroomtofindthebedempty.
Whatkindofamotherwas
she,sleepingtillafternineo’clockandnothavingacluewhereherdaughtermightbe?Barefoot,alittlepanicked,sheraceddownstairs.Afireburnedinthelivingroomhearth.Calliesatonthefloor,theoldmuttClancycurledbesideher.
StuffedanimalssatinalinewhileCalliebusilypokedandproddedatthepinkelephantlyingtrunkuponakitchentowel.
“He’sverysick,Gamma.”“Oh,Icanseethat,baby.”
Curledinachair,sippingcoffee,AdaMaesmiled.“He’slookingpeaked,nodoubtaboutit.It’sluckyyou’resuchagooddoctor.”
“He’sgoingtobeallbettersoon.Buthehastobebrave’causeheneedsashot.”Gently,sherolledhimover,andusedoneofherfatcrayonsasasyringe.“Nowwekissit,kissthehurt.
Kissesmakehurtsfeelbetter.”
“Kissesmakeeverythingfeelbetter.Morning,Shelby.”
“I’msosorry,Mama.Ioverslept.”
“It’sbarelynineonarainymorning,”AdaMaebeganasCallieleapedup,rantoShelby.
“We’replayinghospital,andallmyanimalsaresick.I’mgoingtomakethembetter.Comehelp,Mama.”
“Yourmamaneedsherbreakfast.”
“Oh,I’mfine,I’lljust—”“Breakfastisimportant,
isn’tit,Callie?”“Uh-huh.Gammamade
mebreakfastafterGranddaddyhadtogohelpthesickperson.Ihadslambledeggsandtoastwithjelly.”
“Scrambledeggs.”SheliftedCallieforakiss.“Andyou’realldressedsonice.
Whattimedidshegetup?”“Aboutseven.Anddon’t
start.Whywouldyoudenymeacouplehourswithmyonlygranddaughter?Havewehadfun,CallieRose?”
“Lotsandlotsandlotsoffun.IgaveClancyadogcookie.Hesatlikeagoodboy,andheshookmyhand,too.AndGranddaddygavemeapiggybackrideallthewaydownstairsbecauseIwasquietanddidn’twakeyouup.
Hehadtogohelpthesickpeople.SoI’mhelpingthesickanimals.”
“Whydon’tyoubringyouranimalsinthekitchenwhileIfixyourmamasomebreakfast?She’sgoingtoeatitalluplikeyoudid.”
“Idon’twantyoutohavetofeelyouneedto—Yes’m,”shefinished,warnedbythenarrowedstare.
“YoucanhaveaCokesinceyouneverdidlearnto
becivilizedanddrinkcoffee.Callie,youcanbringallthesickanimalsandfixthemuprightoverthere.You’regoingtohaveeggswithhamandcheese—getsomeproteininthere.I’vegotthewholeday.Itookoffworkuntilmiddleoftheweek.I’vegotaconnectionwiththeboss.”
“HowwillGrannyruntheplacewithoutyou?”
“Oh,she’llmanage.GetyourCoke,sitdownthere
whileIgetthisgoing.She’sfine,Shelby,”AdaMaeaddedinanundertone.“She’sbusyandshe’shappy.AndyourdaddyandIenjoyedhercompanythismorning.Now,Idon’thavetoaskhowyouslept.Youlookbetteralready.”
“Islepttenhours.”“Newmattress.”AdaMae
choppedsomeham.“Andtherain.Makesyouwanttosleepallday.Haven’tbeen
sleepingwell,haveyou?”“Notespecially.”“Oreatingmuch.”“It’sbeenhardtoworkup
anappetite.”“Alittlepamperingmight
makethateasier.”SheglancedoveratCallie.“I’mgoingtotellyouyou’vedoneagoodjobwiththatgirl.Ofcourse,someofit’sjustdisposition,butshe’swell-manneredwithoutbeingallprimaboutit—somethingthat
justmakesmybackitchinachild—andshe’shappy.”
“Shewakesupeverydayraringtogo.”
“Shewantedyoufirstthing,butallIhadtodowastakehertoyourbedroomdoor,showheryouweretheresleeping,andshewasfine.That’sagoodthing,Shelby.Achildwhoclingsusuallysaysmoreaboutthemotherclinging.AndIexpectit’sbeenhardnottocling,on
bothsidesthesepastmonths,whenit’sjustbeenthetwoofyou.”
“IneversawanykidsheragearoundtheneighborhoodupNorth.Butthenitwassoawfulcold,anditseemeditwassnowingeveryfiveminutes.Still,Iwasgoingtolookforagoodpreschool,justsoshecouldsocialize,but...Ijustdidn’tafter—youknow.Ididn’tknowifitwastherightthingforher
after.AndyouandDaddycameforawhile,andGrannycame,andthatwasgood.Ithelpedusbothhavingy’allthere.”
“Ihopeitdid.Weallworriedwe’dleftyoualonetoosoon.”AdaMaepouredwhiskedeggsintheskilletoverthehamchunks,gratedcheeseintothemix.“Idon’tknowifIcould’veleftifyouhadn’tsaidyou’dcomehomeassoonasyoucould.”
“Idon’tknowhowI’d’vegotthroughifIhadn’tknownIcouldcomehome.Mama,that’senougheggsfortwopeople.”
“You’lleatwhatyouwant,thenonebitemore.”OverhershouldershesentShelbyanarrowlook.“They’rewrongwhentheysayyoucan’tbetoothin,becauseyouare.We’regoingtoplumpyourmamaup,Callie,andputrosesinhercheeks.”
“Why?”“’Causesheneedsit.”Ada
Maeplatedtheeggs,addedasliceoftoast,passeditoverthecounter.“Andonebitemore.”
“Yes,ma’am.”“Now.”AdaMaebusied
herselftidyingthealreadytidykitchen.“You’vegotahotstonemassagebookedattwoo’clockatMama’s.”
“Ido?”“Coulddowithafacial,
too,butI’lldothatmyselflaterintheweek.AwomandrivescleardownfromPhiladelphiahaulingatoddler’searnedagoodmassage.AndCallieandIhaveplansthisafternoon.”
“Youdo?”“I’mtakingheroverto
Suzannah’s.YouremembermygoodfriendSuzannahLee?Shecouldn’tcomeyesterdayasshehadhersister’sgirl’swedding
shower.That’sScarlet?ScarletLee?YouwenttoschoolwithScarlet.”
“Sure.Scarlet’sengaged?”“GotaMaywedding
planned,toaniceboyshemetincollege.They’regettingmarriedhereasScarlet’speoplearehere,thenmovingclearuptoBoston,wherehe’sgotajobinadvertising.Scarletgotherteachingdegreesothat’swhatshe’llbedoing.”
“Ateacher?”Shelbyhadtolaugh.“AsIremember,Scarlethatedschoollikeitwasspinachsoakedinarsenic.”
“Goestoshow.Whatitgoestoshow,Ican’tsay,butitgoestoshow.Anyway,I’mtakingCallieovertoSuzannah’s,showheroffsome,andSuzannah’sgettinghergranddaughter,Chelsea—she’sthree,likeCallie—that’shersonRobbie’s
daughterwhomarriedTraceyLynnBowran.Idon’tthinkyou’vemetTracey.HerpeoplearefromPigeonForge.She’sanicegirl,apotter.That’soneofherbowlsthere,withthelemonsinit.”
Shelbyglancedattherichbrownbowlwithitsboldblueandgreenswirls.“It’sbeautiful.”
“She’sgotherselfakiln,worksoutofherhouse.They
carrysomeofherpiecesintown,atTheArtfulRidge,andupatthehotelgiftshop,too.We’llbegivingyouandTraceyadayoffasSuzannahandChelseaandCallieandme,we’rehavingusaplaydate.”
“She’lllovethat.”“SowillI.I’mgoingtobe
greedywithherforawhile,soIexpectyoutoindulgeme.I’mtakingheroverabouteleven.They’llget
acquainted,thenwe’llhavelunch.Iftheweatherletsup,we’lltakethemoutawhile.”
“Callieusuallynapsaboutanhourintheafternoon.”
“Thenthey’llhaveanap.Youcanstopfrettingaboutit,asIcanseeyouare.”Withherchinjuttedup,AdaMaefistedahandonherhip.“Imanagedtoraiseyouandtwoboysbesides.IthinkIcanhandleatoddler.”
“Iknowyoucan.It’s
just...shehasn’tbeenoutofmysightin...Ican’tthinkhowlong.Andfrettingbecauseshewillbesaysmoreaboutme.”
“Youwerealwaysabrightgirl.Iwouldn’thaveanyotherkind,”AdaMaeaddedasshecamearoundtheisland,laidherhandsonShelby’sshoulders.“SweetJesus,girl,you’renothingbutknots.IbookedyouwithVonnie—youremember
Vonnie,she’sacousinonyourdaddy’sside.”
Vaguely,Shelbythought,ascousinswerelegioninherfamily.
“VonnieGates,”AdaMaecontinued.“Yourdaddy’scousinJed’smiddlegirl.She’llworktheseoutofyou.”
Shelbyreachedherhandback,laiditoverhermother’s.“Youdon’thavetofeelyouneedtotakecareofme.”
“Isthatwhatyou’dsaytoyourdaughter,underthesecircumstances?”
Shelbysighed.“No.I’dtellheritwasmyjobandmywishtotakecare.”
“Wellthen.Onebitemore,”AdaMaemurmured,kissingthetopofShelby’shead.
Shelbyateonebitemore.“Aftertoday,you’llclear
yourowndishes,butnottoday.Whatdoyouwantto
dothismorning?”“Oh.Ishouldunpack.”“Ididn’tsayshould,”Ada
MaeremindedherassheclearedShelby’splate.“Isaidwant.”
“It’sboth.I’llfeelmoresettledonceIgetthingsputaway.”
“CallieandI’llhelpyouwiththat.When’stherestofyourstuffcoming?”
“I’vegoteverything.Ibroughteverything.”
“Everything.”AdaMaestoppedandstared.“Honey,theyonlytookupacoupleofsuitcases,well,andCallie’sthingssinceyouhadthoseboxesmarked.ClayJuniordidn’tstackmorethanahalfdozenboxes,ifthat,inthegarage.”
“WhatwasIgoingtodowithallthosethings,Mama?EvenwhenIfindahouse—andIhavetofindajobfirst—Icouldn’tuseallthose
things.Didyouknowtherearecompaniesthatcomein,lookthingsoverandbuyfurnitureallatonce,rightoutofthehouse?”
Shesaiditconversationally,lightly,assherose,benttopickupCallie,whowasdancing,holdingherarmsup.“Therealtorhelpedmefindthem.Shewassuchahelptomewiththatsortofthing.Ishouldsendherflowerswhen
thesale’salldone,shouldn’tI?”
Thequestiondidn’tdistracthermotherasShelbyhadhoped.
“Allthatfurniture?Why,Shelby,thereweresevenbedroomsinthathouse,andthatbigoffice,andIdon’tevenknowalltheotherrooms.It’sasclosetoamansionasI’veeverbeeninwithoutpayingforthetour.Andsonew.”Shockand
worryclearonherface,AdaMaerubbedtheheelofherhandbetweenherbreasts.“Oh,Ihopeyougotagoodpriceforallthat.”
“Iworkedwithaveryreputablecompany,Ipromise.They’vebeeninbusinessoverthirtyyears.Ididalotofresearchonlineonthatkindofthing.Iswear,IcouldgetajobasaresearcherwithallI’vedonewithit,ifIdidn’tthinkI’dwanttoshoot
myselfbeforethefirstweekwasdone.
“We’regoingtounpack,Callie.YougonnahelpbeforeyouandGammago?”
“I’llhelp!IlikehelpingMama.”
“Besthelperever.Let’sgetstarted.Mama,doyouknowifClaytookuptheboxthathadCallie’slittlehangers?Ican’tuseregularonesforherthingsyet.”
“Hetookupeverything
thathadhernameonit.I’lljustgooutandlook,besure.”
“Thanks,Mama.Oh,I’llgoout,changethecarseatovertoyourcar.”
“Iwasn’tbornyesterday.”TheedgeinAdaMae’svoicetoldShelbyhermotherwasstillreelingfromtheideaofsellingallthatfurniture.
Shedidn’tknowthehalfofityet.
“YourdaddyandIgotthesameoneyouuse,”AdaMae
added.“It’sallreadyforher.”“Mama.”Shelbystepped
overandwithherfreearmpulledhermotherintoahug.“Callie,youhavethebestGammainthewholeworld.”
“MyGamma.”AndthatdistractedAda
Mae—enough,Calliethoughtassheknewhermotherwouldchewovertheideaofsellingallthefurnitureinanear-to-ten-thousand-square-foothouseinonefellswoop.
•••
ITWASODDnothavingCallieunderfootorplayinginhereyeline,butshe’dbeensoexcitedabouttheplaydate.Anditwastrueenoughshe’dbedonewiththeunpackingandsortinginhalfthetimewithoutCallie“helping.”
Bynoon,witheverythingputaway,thebedsmade,shewonderedwhatinthehelltodowithherself.
Sheglancedatherlaptopwithsomedislike,butmadeherselfbootitup.Nonoticesfromcreditors—sothatwasgoodnews.Nothingyetonthesaleofthehouse,butshewasn’texpectingit.Shedidreadashorte-mailfromtheconsignmentshop,lettingherknowthey’dsoldtwoofRichard’sleatherjackets,hiscashmeretopcoatandtwoofhercocktaildresses.
Sherepliedwithathank-
you,tellingthemyes,itwasfinetowaituntilthefirstofthemonthtosendachecktotheaddressshe’dleftwiththem.
Withunpackingandbusinessdone,sheshowered,dressed.Stilltooearlytogoinforthemassage—andwouldn’tthatbeheaven?Soshe’dtakeawalk.Shecoulduseagoodwalk.
Thethindrizzlepersisted,asteadytrickleofwetoutof
askysoftandgrayassmoke.Butshelikedwalkingintherain.Shepulledonahoodie,short,softleatherboots,andreachedforherbigbag.HerCalliebag.Andrememberingshe’dgivenittohermothertotake,pushedherwalletintothebackpocketofherjeans.
Shefeltsolight,sounencumbered,shedidn’tknowwhattodowithherhands,soslippedthemintothepocketsofthehoodie,
foundthelittlepackofwetwipesshe’dstuffedintherethelasttimeshe’dwornit—whenshehadn’tbeensounencumbered.
Shedrewinadeepbreathofthecool,dampairwhenshesteppedoutside.JuststoodbreathinginwithherfingersaroundCallie’swetwipesandtheemptyafternoonstretchingaheadofher.
Everythingwasgreening
andsproutingandbloomingwiththemistyrainturningthegreen,thecolor,morevibrant.Allthosescents—wetgrass,wetearth,thetendersweetnessofhyacinthsdancingpurpleamongtheyellowofdaffodils—driftedtoherasshewalkedthelong,familiarroad.
ShecouldwalkbytheLeehouse,justtocheck.Itwasgettingontonaptime,andCalliewasn’tahundred
percentonthepottytraininginhersleep.Aboutninety-eight,butshe’dbesoembarrassedifshehadanaccidentbecausehergrandmotherdidn’tthinktotakeherintopeebeforehernap.
Shecouldjustwalkby,justaquickpeekto...
“Stopit.Juststop.She’sfine.Everything’sjustfine.”
She’dlistentohermother’sadvice,taketheday
todowhatshewanted.Awalkintherain,takinghertime,timeenoughtostudythemountainsintheirsmokyblanket,toappreciatethespringflowersandthequiet.
SheglancedoveratEmmaKate’shouse,notedthehandymantruckinthedrive,andthebrightredcarbehindit.Shewonderedhowshe’dapproachEmmaKatenowthattheywerebothbackintheRidge.
Andherfriendgotoutofthecar.
Sheworeahoodie,too,inaboldcandy-pinkCalliewouldhaveloved.She’dchangedherhair,ShelbythoughtasEmmaKatepulledtwomarketbagsoutofthebackseat.She’dhackedoffthelongnut-brownbraidShelbyremembered,woreitallcuteandshaggy,withbangs.
Shestartedtocallout,then
couldthinkofnothingtosayandfeltstupidandawkward.
Assheswungthedoorclosed,EmmaKatespottedher.Hereyebrowsliftedunderthewarmbrownfringeofbangsasshehauledonestrapontohershoulder.
“Well,lookwho’sstandingoutintherainlikeawetcat.”
“It’sjustadrizzle.”“It’sstillwet.”Shestood
hipshotamoment,bags
hangingfromhershoulders,herwidemouthunsmiling,herdeepbrowneyescriticaleventhroughtherain.“Iheardyouwereback.”
“Iheardthesameaboutyou.Ihopeyourdaddy’sdoingokay.”
“Heis.”Feelingmorestupidjust
standingthere,Shelbywalkeduptheshortdriveway.“Ilikeyourhair.”
“Grannytalkedmeintoit.
I’msorryaboutyourhusband.”
“Thanks.”“Where’syourlittlegirl?”“WithMama.Theyhavea
playdatewithMizSuzannah’sgranddaughter.”
“Chelsea.She’sapistol.Yougotadestination,Shelby,orareyoujustoutwanderinginthewet?”
“I’mgoingintoViola’s,butIhaveallthistimeonmyhandswithCallieoffwith
Mama,so...I’mwanderingfirst.”
“Thenyou’dbettercomeinside,sayhellotomymotherorIwon’theartheendofit.I’vegottotakeherthesegroceriesanyway.”
“That’dbenice.Here,letmetakeone.”
“I’vegotit.”Rebuffed,asshewas
meanttofeel,Shelbyhunchedhershouldersastheywalkedtothedoor.“I...
Forrestsaidyou’rewithsomeone,andlivingintown.”
“Iam.MattBaker.We’vebeentogetherabouttwoyearsnow.He’satViola’srightnow,fixingoneofthesinks.”
“Ithoughtthiswashistruck.”
“Theyhavetwo.Thisishispartner’s.GriffinLott.Mama’sredoingthekitchen,anddrivingusallinsane.”
EmmaKateopenedthedoor,glancedbackatShelby.
“You’rethetalkofRendezvousRidge,youknow.ThatprettyPomeroygirlwhomarriedrich,waswidowedyoung,comebackhomeagain.Whatwillshedo?”EmmaKatesmirkedalittle.“Whatwillshedo?”shesaidagain,andwalkedinsidewithhermarketbags.
G6
riffconsideredhimselfapatientman.Hedidn’tfly
offthehandleasarule.Andwhenhedid,allbetswereoff,butittookalotofpushingtogethimoffthe
ground.Butrightatthemomenthe
wasseriouslyconsideringduct-tapingEmmaKate’sprettyadorablemother’smouthclosed.
He’dworkedongettingthebasecabinetsinallmorning,andshe’dbeenpepperinghimwithquestionsallmorning.
Breathingdownhisneck,hangingoverhisback,allbutcrawlinguphisass.
HeknewdamnwellMatthadtakenofftoMizVi’splacetosparehimselftheheadacheofhisgirlfriend’ssweet,chatty—andlet’sfaceit—ditzymother.
Worse,shewasstilldithering—“dithering”wouldbethewordoftheday—aboutthecabinetsevenasheinstalledthem.Andifhehadtotakethemoutbecauseshechangedhermindagain,hemightdoworsethanduct
tape.Hehadbungeecords,and
heknewhowtousethem.“Ohnow,Griffhoney,
maybeIshouldn’thavegonewiththewhite.They’resoplain,aren’tthey?Andwhite’scold,it’sjustacoldcolor,isn’tit?Kitchensoughttobeawarmplace.MaybeIshould’vegonewiththecherrywoodafterall.It’ssohardtoknowbeforeyouseethemrighttherewhere
they’regoing,isn’tit?Howdoyouknowwhatit’sgoingtolooklikeuntilyouseewhatitlookslike?”
“Cleanandfresh,”hesaid,tryingtosoundcheerfulwhenhewantedtogrindhisteeth.“Kitchensshouldbecleanandfresh,andthat’swhatyou’regoingtohave.”
“Doyouthinkso?”Shestood,nearlyathiselbow,twistedherlinkedfingerstogether.“Oh,Idon’tknow.
Henryfinallyjustthrewuphishandsandsaidhedidn’tcareeitherway.Buthe’llcareifitisn’tright.”
“It’sgoingtolookgreat,MizBitsy.”Hefeltlikesomeone,possiblyhimself,wasshootinganailgundeadcenterofhisforehead.
HeandMatthaddealtwithfussyclientsbackinBaltimore.Thecontrolfreaks,thewhiners,thedemandersandtheditherers,butLouisa
“Bitsy”Addisonwastheundisputedqueenoftheditherers.
Shemadethepreviouslyreigningchamps—JohnandRhondaTurner,who’dhadthemtearoutawallintheirrowhouseinBaltimore,builditbackin,thentearitoutasecondtime—seemresolute,steadyasabrickwall—incomparison.
Whatthey’destimatedasathree-weekjob—withathree-
daycontingencybuiltin—wascurrentlyinweekfive.AndGodknewwhenitwouldend.
“Idon’tknow,”shesaidforthemillionthtime,pattingherhandstogetherunderherchin.“White’skindofstark,isn’tit?”
Hesetthecabinet,pulledouthislevel,shovedonehandthroughhismopofdarkblondhair.“Weddinggownsarewhite.”
“Now,that’strue,and...”Heralreadybigbrowneyesgotbigger,andagiddythrillshoneoutofthem.“Weddinggowns?Ohnow,GriffinLott,doyouknowsomethingIdon’t?HasMattpoppedthequestion?”
Heoughttothrowhispartnerunderthebus.Heoughttothrowhimunder,thenbackupanddriveoverhimagain.But...“Iwasjustusinganexample,like...”
Hedidafranticmentalsearch.“Magnolias,forinstance.Or—”SweetJesus,givemeonemore.“Ah,baseballs.”
Crap.“Thehardware’sgoingto
punchitallup,”hecontinued,justalittledesperately.“Andthecountertop.Thatwarmgray’sgoingtogiveyoufriendlyandsophisticatedatthesametime.”
“Maybeit’sthewallcolor
that’swrong.MaybeIshould—”
“Mama,you’renothavingthosewallsrepainted.”EmmaKatemarchedin.
Griffcould’vekissedher,couldhavedroppeddownandkissedherfeet.Thenhelosttrackofhercompletelywhentheredheadsteppedinbehindher.
Heactuallythought,Holyshit—andhopedhehadn’tsaiditoutloud.
Shewasbeautiful.Amandidn’tgettobejustshyofhisthirtiethbirthdaywithoutseeingsomebeautifulwomen,evenifitwasjustonamoviescreen.Butthisone,intheflesh,wasonequickwow.
Massesofcurlinghairthecolorofasunrisealltumblingaroundafacethatlookedlikeithadbeencarvedoutofporcelain—iftheycarvedfromporcelain,howwouldhe
know?Soft,fulllipswithaperfectdipatthetop,andbig,deep,sadblueeyes.
Hisheartactuallyskippedacoupleofbeats,andhisearsbuzzedforaminutesohemissedmostoftheargumentbetweenEmmaKateandhermother.
“Thekitchen’stheheartofahome,EmmaKate.”
“Thewayyoukeepturningandtwistingit,you’reluckytohaveaheartleft.LetGriff
work,Mama,andsayhellotoShelby.”
“Shelby?Shelby!OhmyGod!”
Sheracedacrosstheroom,grabbedtheredheadinawide,swayinghug.Shelby,grabbedShelby,Griffthought.Nicename,Shelby.Currentlyhisfavoritenameever.
Thenitclicked.Shelby—orShelbyAnnePomeroy,asBitsysquealedasshegave
theredheadanothersqueeze.HisfriendForrest’ssister.
MizVi—onwhomhehadamadcrush—MizViola’sgranddaughter.
Youcouldseeifyoustoppedbeingdazzledfortwoseconds,justhowMizVihadlookedasayoungwoman.HowAdaMaemighthavelookedtwenty-someyearsback.
MizVi’sgranddaughter,hethoughtagain.Thewidow.
Nowondershehadsadeyes.
HeimmediatelyfeltguiltyforwantingtowrapherupthewayBitsywas—thenremindedhimselfitwasn’thisfaultherhusbandwasdead.
“Oh,I’mjustsickaboutmissingyourwelcomehomeyesterday,butHenryandIhadtogotohiscousin’sdaughter’swedding,cleartoMemphis.AndIdon’teven
likehiscousin.Justasnootywoman,putsonairsbecauseshemarriedaMemphislawyer.Butitwasabeautifulwedding,withthereceptionatthePeabodyHotel.”
“Mama,giveShelbyachancetobreathe.”
“Oh,I’msorry!I’mjustgoingonandon.I’msoexcitedtoseeyou.Griff,EmmaKateandShelbyherewerejoinedatthehip,Iswear,beforetheywereso
muchasayearoldrightupto...”
ItseemedtooccurtoherjustwhyShelbywashome.
“Oh,honey.Oh,honey,I’msosorry.You’resoyoungtohavesuchatragedyinyourlife.Howareyouholdingup?”
“It’sgoodtobehome.”“Nothinglikehome.And
heremine’salltornup,soIcan’tevenfixyousomethingnice.Andyousothin,too.
Honey,you’reskinnierthanaNewYorkmodel.Youalwaysweretallenoughtobeone.EmmaKate,dowehaveanyCoke?YoualwayswerefondofCoke,weren’tyou,Shelby?”
“Yes,ma’am,butdon’ttroubleaboutit.Iloveyournewcabinets,MizBitsy.They’resocleanandfresh,andjustsoprettyagainstthatblue-grayonthewalls.”
Widowornot,atthat
momentGriffwantedtokissher.Everywhere.
“Why,that’sjustwhatGriffsaid.Hesaidtheywerecleanandfresh.Doyoureallythink—”
“Mama,wehaven’tevenintroducedShelby.Shelby,thisismyboyfriend’spartner,GriffinLott.Griff,Shelby—it’sFoxworth,isn’tit?”
“Yes.”Sheturnedthoseamazingeyesonhim,andyeah,heartscouldskipabeat.
“It’snicetomeetyou.”“Hi.I’mafriendofyour
brother’s.”“Whichone?”“Iguessboth,butmostly
Forrest.AndImightaswelltellyourightoff,I’minlovewithyourgrandmother.I’mworkingonawaytogetherawayfromJacksonsowecanrunofftoTahiti.”
Thatwonderfullyshapedmouthcurved,thosesadeyeslightened,justalittle.“It’s
hardtoblameyou.”“Griff’slivingoutatthe
oldTripplehornplace,”EmmaKateadded.“He’srehabbingit.”
“Soyouworkmiracles?”“AslongasIcanusetools.
Youshouldcomebyandseeitsometime.It’scomingalong.”
Shesmiledathim,butitdidn’treachthosebigsadeyesthistime.“You’vegotyourworkcutoutforyou.I
needtogeton.I’mdueatmygrandmother’splace.”
“Now,Shelby,youcomebackwhenthisisallfinishedandwe’llhaveanicelongtalk.”Bitsyflutteredaroundher.“Iexpecttoseeyouinandoutofherejustlikeyouusedtobe.Youknowyou’resameasfamilyhere.”
“Thankyou,MizBitsy.Itwasnicemeetingyou,”shesaidtoGriffagain,turnedtogo.
“I’llwalkyouout.”EmmaKateshovedthemarketbagsathermother.“There’scoldcutsandmade-upsaladsandplentyofready-to-eatfood.Youdon’thavetoworryaboutcookinguntilyournewstove’sin.I’llberightback.”
EmmaKatesaidnothingonthewaytothedoor.“SayheytoGranny,”shesaidassheopenedit.
“Iwill.”Shelbysteppedout,turned.Bitsy’sopen
welcomemadeEmmaKate’sreserveallthemorepainful.“Ineedyoutoforgiveme.”
“Why?”“Becauseyou’rethebest
friendI’vehadinmylife.”“Thatwasthen.People
change.”Aftershakingbackhershaggyhair,EmmaKatestuckherhandsinthepocketsofherhoodie.“Look,Shelby,you’vehadahardknock,andI’msincerelysorryaboutit,but—”
“Youhavetoforgiveme.”Pridedemandedshewalkaway;lovewouldn’tallowit.“Ididn’tdorightbyourfriendship.Ididn’tdorightbyyou,andI’msorry.I’llalwaysbesorry.Ineedyoutoforgiveme.I’maskingyoutorememberthatfriendshipbeforeIruinedit,andforgiveme.Atleastenoughtotalktome,totellmewhatyou’vebeendoingandhowyouare.Justenoughforthat.”
EmmaKatestudiedherface,herdarkeyesthoughtful.“Tellmeonething.Whydidn’tyoucomebackwhenmygranddaddydied?Helovedyou.Ineededyou.”
“Iwantedto.Icouldn’t.”Withaslowshakeofher
head,EmmaKatesteppedback.“No,that’snotenoughforforgiveness.Youtellmewhyyoucouldn’tdosomethingyouhadtoknow
wasimportant,justsentflowersandacardlikethatwasenough.Tellmethestraighttruthonthatonething.”
“Hesaidno.”TheshameofitwashedoverShelby’sface,burnedinherheart.“Hesaidno,andIdidn’thavethemoneyorthenervetogoagainsthimonit.”
“Youalwayshadnerve.”Shelbyrememberedthe
girlwho’dalwayshadnerve
likesherememberedhercousinVonnie.Vaguely.
“IguessIuseditup.It’stakingallI’vegotlefttostandhereandaskyoutoforgiveme.”
EmmaKatetookalongbreath.“YourememberBootlegger’sBarandGrill?”
“SureIdo.”“Youmeetmethere
tomorrow.Seven-thirtyshouldworkforme.We’lltalksomeofthisout.”
“IneedtoaskMamaifshecanwatchCallie.”
“Ohyeah.”Thechillcameback,cooleranddamperthanthedrizzlingrain.“Thatwouldbeyourdaughter,theoneI’veneverlaideyeson.”
Thattwisted—bothshameandguilt.“IcankeepsayingI’msorry,asmanytimesasyouneedtohearit.”
“I’llbethereatseven-thirty.Comeifyoucanmakeit.”
EmmaKatewentbackinside,thenleanedbackagainstthedoorandletherselfcryjustalittle.
•••
GRIFFSETTHELASTbasecabinetinblessedpeacesinceEmmaKatefellonherswordandtookhermothershopping.Hegavehimselfabreak,swiggingGatoradestraightfromthebottleand
eyeingtheprogress.Hedidn’tdoubtthe
championwafflerwouldloveeverysquareinchoftheremodeledkitchenonceitwasdone.Anditwouldlookcleanandfresh—justliketheredhead.
Somethinggoingonthere,hemused,withBitsygoingonabouthowEmmaKateandShelbyhadbeenfriendspracticallyinthewomb,andEmmaKatestandingthereas
stiffandcoolashe’deverseenher.Andtheredheadsadandawkward.
Girlfight,hesupposed.Hehadasister,soheknewgirlfightscouldbelongandbitter.He’dhavetopokeatEmmaKate.Itwasjustamatteroffindingtherightspot,gettinghertoopenupandspill.
Hewantedtoknow.Andhewonderedhow
longwasareasonablelength
oftimebeforeaguyaskedawidowout.
Heshouldprobablybeashamedofhimselfforwondering,buthejustcouldn’tdrumitup.Hehadn’thadsuchaquickandstrongreactiontoawomanin...ever,hedecided.Andhelikedwomenalot.
HesettheGatoradedownanddecidedsinceMattwastakingalldamndaytofixasink,he’dstartontheupper
cabinets.Plusitwouldn’tbejustthesink,hethought,ashehauledhisstepladderover.There’dbeconversation.NothinggotdoneinRendezvousRidgewithoutconsiderableconversation.
Andicedtea.Andquestions,andlong,lazypauses.
Hewasgettingusedtoit,foundheenjoyedtheslowerpace,anddefinitelyappreciatedthesmall-town
vibe.He’dhadachoicetomake
whenMattdecidedtomovetoTennesseewithEmmaKate.Stayorgo.Findanewpartner,runthebusinesshimself.Ortaketheleapandstartover,moreorless,inanewplacewithnewpeople.
Hedidn’tregrettakingtheleap.
Heheardthefrontdooropen.Thattookgettingusedto,thewaypeopleinthe
Ridgerarelylockedadoor.“Didyouhavetomakeher
anewsink?”Griffcalledout,thensetthedrillonthelastscrewofthefirstupper.
“MissVifoundafewotherthingsformetodo.Hey,you’removingalong.Thislooksgreat.”
Griffgrunted,steppeddowntoeyethecabinet.“Wordofthedayis‘dithering,’whichhasapictureofBitsyAddison
besideitineverydictionaryacrosstheland.”
“Shehasalittletroublestickingtodecisions.”
AndtherewasMatt’sgiftforunderstatement.
“Idon’tknowhowshedecidestogetoutofbedinthemorning.I’dbefurtheralongifyourwomanhadgottenheresoonerandtakenBitsyaway.She’sthinkingthewhite’stoowhite,andmaybeshepickedthewrong
countertop.Orthewrongpaintcolor.Don’taskaboutthebacksplash.”
“Toolatenowtochangehermindonanyofit.”
“Youtrytellingher.”“Yougottaloveher.”“Yeah,youdo.ButChrist,
Matt,can’tweputherinaboxforthenextthreedays?”
Grinning,Matttookoffhislightjacket,tosseditaside.
WhereGriffwaslongandlanky,Mattwastoughand
ripped.HeworehisblackhairneatandtrimwhereGriff’sstrayedpasthiscollarwithahintofcurl.Mattkepthissquare-jawedfaceclean-shavenwhileGriff’snarrow,hollow-cheekedonetendedtowardscruff.
Mattplayedchessandenjoyedwinetastings.
Grifflikedpokerandbeer.They’dbeenascloseas
brothersfornearlyadecade.“Gotyouasub,”Matttold
him.“Yeah,whatkindofsub?”“Thatfire-breatherone
youlike.Theonethatburnsoffthestomachlining.”
“Cool.”“Howaboutwegeta
couplemoreup,takeabreak?Aquickone?WhoknowshowlongEmmaKatecankeepBitsyoutofourhair.”
“Deal.”Astheygottowork,Griff
decidedtostartpoking.
“MizVi’sgranddaughterstoppedby.Theonewhojustmovedback.Thewidow.”
“Yeah?HeardsomebuzzaboutthatwhileIwasintown.What’sshelike?”
“Aheart-stopper.Seriously,”hesaid,whenMattsparedhimalook.“She’sgothairthecolorofhermom’sandMizVi’s.Likethatpainterused.”
“Titian.”“Right.It’slongandcurly.
Andshegottheireyes,too.Thatdarkbluethat’snearlypurple.Shelookslikesomethingpoetswriteabout,rightdowntothesadeyes.”
“Well,herhusbanddied,what,likerightafterChristmas.Happyfreakingholidays.”
Aboutthreemonths,Griffcalculated,andthatwasprobablytoosoontoaskheroutonadate.
“Sowhat’supwithherand
EmmaKate?Checkthelevel.”
“Whatdoyoumean,what’sup?Takeyourendupacouplehairs.Stopthere.Perfect.”
“Bitsywentonaboutwhatgoodfriendstheywere—are—whatever,andthebodylanguagesaidtheopposite.Idon’trememberEmmaKateevertalkingabouther.”
“Don’tknow,”MattsaidasGriffsetthescrews.
“Somethingabouthowsheleftwiththeguyshemarried.”
“Ithastobemorethanthat.”Griffproddedagain,wonderedifhe’dneedhisdrill.Mattneverhungontothemoresubtledetailswhenitcametopeople.“Alotofpeoplemovesomewhereelsewhentheygetmarried.”
“Theylosttouchorsomething.”Mattjustshrugged.“EmmaKate
mentionedheracoupletimes,butdidn’thavemuchtosayabouther.”
Griffcouldonlyshakehishead.“Matt,whatyouknowaboutwomencouldfitinathimble.Whenawomanbringssomethingup,thendoesn’thavemuchtosayaboutit,she’sgotalottosayaboutit.”
“Thenwhydoesn’tshesayit?”
“Becausesheneedsthe
rightopening,therightangle.Forresthasn’tsaidmuch,either,butheknowshowtokeepthingstuckedaway.Ididn’tthinkaboutgivinghimanopeningonitbefore.”
“Beforeyouknewshewasaheart-stopper.”
“There’sthat.”Mattcheckedthelevel
again,allsides,beforetheymovedontothenext.
“Youdon’twanttostartsniffingaroundawidowwith
akidwho’safriend’sbabysister.”
Griffonlysmiledastheylinedupthesecondcabinet.“Youdon’twanttostartsniffingaroundsomesassysoutherngirlwhokeepstellingyoushe’stoobusytostartanythingup.”
“Iworeherdown,didn’tI?”
“Bestthingyoueverdid.Gotit?”
“Gotit.”
Griffletgoofthecabinettoattachittothefirst.“YoushouldaskEmmaKatewhatthedealis.”
“Why?”“Becauseaftershewalked
theredheadout,shehadsadeyes.Beforeshewalkedherout,shewasalittlebitpissed,andafter,shelookedsad.”
“Really?”“Yeah.Soyoushouldask
her.”“WhywouldIaskher
aboutsomethinglikethat?Whystiritup?”
“Matt,jeez.Something’sinthere.It’lljuststayintherebeingpissedorsaduntilit’sstirredupandletout.”
“Likeawasps’nest,”wasMatt’sopinion.“Youwanttoknowsomuch,youaskher.”
“Wuss.”“Aboutthiskindofstuff?
Ohyeah,andnotashamed.”Hecheckedthelevel.“Rightonthemark.Wedogood
work.”“Wefixit.”“Thatwedo.Let’sgetthe
restofthislineup,thenhaveasub.”
“I’mwithyou,brother.”
•••
VIOLASTARTEDOUTdoinghairforfun,doinguphersisters’orherfriends’hairinfancydosliketheysawinmagazines.Shetoldthestory
ofhowthefirsttimeshetookthescissors—andhergranddaddy’sstraightrazor—tohersisterEvalynn’shair,sheescapedahidingbecauseitlookedasfineaswhatMizBrendadownatBrenda’sBeautySalonchargedgoodmoneyfor.
She’dbeentwelve,andfromthatpointon,inchargeofcuttingeverybody’shairinthefamily,andstylingthegirls—hermamaincluded—
forspecialoccasions.Whenshe’dbeencarrying
herfirst,she’dworkedforMizBrenda,andhaddonesomesidebusinessoutofthetinykitcheninthedouble-widewheresheandJacksonhadstartedout.WhenGradyhadbeenborn—withherstillfourmonthsshyofherseventeenthbirthday,sheaddedonmanicures,andworkedexclusivelyoutofthetwo-bedroomhousethey
rentedfromJack’suncleBobby.
BythetimehersecondfollowedcloseonGrady’sheels,shesqueezedincosmetologyschoolwithhermothermindingthebabies.
ViolaMacNeeDonahuehadbeenbornambitious,andwasn’tafraidtogiveherhusbandafewprodsinthesamedirection.
Bythetimeshewastwenty,withthreechildren
andthelossofonethathadbrokenoffapieceofherheartshewouldnevergetback,shehadherownsalon—buyingBrenda’splacewhenBrendaranoffonherownhusbandwithaguitarplayerfromupinMaryville.
Itputthemindebt,butwhileViolawasn’tonetoagreewiththepreachersayinghowGodwouldprovide,shebelievedHe’dlookkindlyonthosewho
workedthemselvessweaty.Shedidjustthat,spending
ofteneighteenhoursadayonherfeetwhileJackworkedjustashardandlongatFester’sGarage.
Shehadafourthchild,workedherselfsteadilyoutofdebt,thendivedrightbackintoitwhenJackstartedhisowncarrepairandtowingservice.JacksonDonahuewasthebestmechanicinthecounty,andhe’dbeen
carryingmostofFester’sbusinessasFesterwasstumblingdrunkbynoonfivedaysoutofseven.
Theymadetheirown,raisedfourchildren,andboughtagoodhouse.
AndwiththenesteggViolatuckedaway,sheboughttheolddrygoods,expanded,andhadthetowntalkingwhensheputinthreefancypedicurechairs.
Businessstayedsteady
enough,butifyouwantedmore,youfiguredouthowtogetit.TouristswanderedthroughtheRidgehereandthere,lookingforquaintorcheap,orpicturesqueinaquietersettingthanGatlinburgorMaryville.
Theycametohikeandfishandcamp,andsometostayintheRendezvousHotelandridethewhitewater.Thoseonvacationtendedtobelooserwiththeirmoney,and
moreapttotakeafewindulgences.
Soshetooktheleap,expandedyetagain.Andyetagain.
ThelocalscalledherplaceVi’s,butthetouristscameintoViola’sHarmonyHouseSalonandDaySpa.
Shelikedthesoundofit.Thelatest—and,Viola
claimed,thelast—expansionaddedonwhatshebilledaRelaxationRoom,whichwas
afancynameforwaitingarea,butfancyitwas.Thoughsheenjoyedbold,richcolors,she’dkeptthetonessoft,addedagas-burningfireplace,bannedallelectronicdevices,andofferedspecialtyteasmadelocal,springwater,deep-cushionedchairsandplushrobeswithherlogoembroideredonthem.
Sincetheexpansion,thislatestandlast,hadbeeninthe
workswhileShelbyhadbeenmovingfromAtlantatoPhiladelphia,Shelbyhadn’tseenitalldone.
Shecouldn’tsayitsurprisedherwhenhergrandmotherledherthroughalockerroom/changingareaandintotheroomthatsmelledlightlyoflavender.
“Granny,thisisamazing.”Shekepthervoicedown
astwowomenshedidn’tknowsatinoatmeal-colored
chairspagingthroughglossymagazines.
“Youtrysomejasminetea.It’smaderighthereintheRidge.AndrelaxsomebeforeVonniecomestogetyou.”
“ThisisasniceasanyofthespasI’vebeento.Nicer.”
Amenitiesincludedshallowdishesofsunflowerseeds,awoodenbowlofsharpgreenapples,clearpitchersofwaterwithinsertsholdingslicesoflemonor
cucumber,andhotpotsforteaclientscoulddrinkoutofprettylittlecups.
“It’syouwho’samazing.”“It’snotenoughtohave
ideasifyoujustletthemsitaround.YoucomeseemewhenVonnie’sdonewithyou.”
“Iwill.Wouldyou...couldyoujustcheckwithMama?IjustwanttobesureCallie’sbehaving.”
“Don’tyouworryabouta
thing.”Easiersaidthandone—or
soShelbythought,untilVonnie,whocouldn’thavebeenmorethanfive-three,hadheronawarmtableinadimroomwithsoftmusicplaying.
“Girl,you’vegotenoughrocksintheseshoulderstobuildathree-storyhouse.Takeadeepbreathformenow.Andanother.That’stheway.Letitgonow.”
Shetried,thenshedidn’thavetotry.Shedrifted.
“How’reyoufeelingnow?”
“What?”“That’sagoodanswer.I
wantyoutotakeyourtimegettingup.I’mgoingtoturnthelightsupalittle,andI’vegotyourrobelyingoveryourlegs.”
“Thankyou,Vonnie.”“I’mgoingtotellMizVi
youcoulduseanothernext
week.It’sgoingtotakeafewtimestogetyousmoothedout,Shelby.”
“Ifeelsmooth.”“That’sgood.Now,don’t
gogettinguptoofast,youhear?I’mgoingoutandgetyousomenicespringwater.Youwanttodrinkalotofwaternow.”
Shedrankthewater,changedbackintoherstreetclothesandmadeherwayouttothesalonarea.
Fourofthesixhairstationswereworking,andtwoofthefourpedicurechairswereoccupied.Shesawtwowomengettingmanicuresandglancedatherownnails.Shehadn’thadhernailsdonesincerightbeforeChristmas.
WhiletheRelaxationRoomstoodasasanctuaryofquiet,thesalonrangwithvoices,thebubbleoffootbaths,thewhirlofdryers.
Fivepeoplecalledouttoher—threebeauticians,twocustomers—soshegotcaughtupinconversations,acknowledgedoffersofsympathyandofwelcomebeforeshefoundhergrandmother.
“Perfecttiming.IjustfinisheddoingDollyWobuck’shighlights,andmynextappointmentcanceled,soI’vegottimetogiveyouafacial.Goputarobeback
on.”“Oh,but—”“Callie’sfine.Sheand
Chelseaarehavingateaparty,withcostumes.AdaMaesaidtheyhookedtogetherliketwolinksinachainandremindedherofyouandEmmaKate.”
“That’sgoodtohear.”Shelbytriednottothinkofthatcoollookintheeyesofherchildhoodfriend.
“She’llhaveyourbaby
homeinacouplehours.That’llgiveyoutimeforafacial,andustimetotalk.”Violatippedherhead,andthelightthroughthefrontwindowtippedgoldinthered.“Vonniedidyousomegood,didn’tshe?”
“She’swonderful.Idon’trememberherbeingsuchalittlething.”
“Takesafterhermama.”“Shemaybelittle,butshe
haswonderfullystronghands.
Shewouldn’tletmetipher,Granny.ShesaidMamahadseentoit,andanyway,we’refamily.”
“Youcantipmebygivingmeanhourofyourtime.Goon,getarobeon.Thefacialroomsareinthesameplace.We’llbeinthefirstone.Get!”
Shedidasshewastold.ShewantedCallietomakefriends,didn’tshe?Tohavesomeonetoplaywith,tobe
with.Itwashealthyandright.Andfoolishtofeelsoanxiousbecauseshewasspendingthedayathergrandmother’ssalon.
“I’vegotjustthethingforyou,”ViolasaidwhenCalliecamein.“It’smyenergizingfacial.It’llgiveyouandyourskinaboost.Justhangthatrobeonthehookthere,liedownhereandwe’lltuckyouup.”
“Thisisnew,too.Notthe
room,butthechair,someofthemachineshere.”
“Ifyouwanttobecompetitive,you’vegottokeepup.”ViolatookoutabibapronandtieditoverhercroppedpantsandboldorangeT-shirt.“I’vegotamachineinthenextroomthatworksonlineswithelectrodepulses.”
“Really?”Shelbyslippedunderthesheetontotheinclinedchair.
“Onlytwoofustrainedtouseitfornow,that’smeandyourmama,butMaybeline—yourememberMaybeline?”
“Ido.Ican’trememberatimeshedidn’tworkforyou.”
“Beensomeyears,andnowhergirl’sworkinghere,too.Lorilee’sgotthesamegoodtouchonnailsashermama.Maybeline’strainingonthenewmachinenow,sowe’llhavethreecanuseit.
Notthatyouhavetoworryaboutlinesforsometimeyet.”Shelaidalightduvetoverthesheet,thenbandedbackShelby’shair.“Butlet’shavealookatthings.Yourskin’salittledehydrated,baby.Stress’lldothat.”
Shestartedoutwithacleanse,herhandssoftasachild’sonShelby’sface.
“Therearethingsagirlcantellhergrannyshemightnotsayrightouttohermama.It’s
thatsafetyzone.AndAdaMae,shelooksatbrightsides,she’sblessedwiththatoutlook.You’vegottrouble,andit’snotgrief.Iknowhowgrieflooks.”
“I’dstoppedlovinghim.”Shecouldsayitoutloud,withhereyesclosedandhergrandmother’shandsonherface.“MaybeIneverreallydidlovehim.Iknownowhedidn’tloveme.It’shardknowingthat,hardknowing
wedidn’thavewhatweshouldhaveandhe’sgone.”
“Youwereyoung.”“Olderthanyouwere.”“Igotawfullucky.So’d
yourgrandpa.”“Iwasagoodwife,
Granny.Icansaythatandknowit’strue.AndCallie—wemadeCallie,sothat’ssomethingspecial.AndIwantedanotherbaby.Iknowmaybeit’swrongwantinganotherwhenthingsaren’t
thewaytheyshouldbe,butIthoughtmaybeit’sjusthowitwouldbe,anditwasallright.Itcouldbegoodiftherewasanotherbabyformetolove.Ihadsuchahungerforanotherbaby,suchayearninginme.”
“Iknowthathungerwell.”“Andhesaidthatwasfine.
Hesaidit’dbegoodforCallietohaveabrotherorsister.Butitdidn’thappen,andithappenedsoeasyandfastthefirsttime.Ihadtests,
andhesaidhehadtests.”“Saidhehad?”Viola
repeatedassheworkedagentleexfoliantintoShelby’sskin.
“I...Ihadtogothroughallhispapers,andhisfilesafter.Thereweresomanythingstogothrough.”
Lawyersandaccountantsandthetaxpeople,thecreditors,thebillsanddebt.
“AndIfoundadoctor’sreceiptorinvoice,whatever.
Richard,hekepteverything.ItwasfromafewweeksafterCalliewasborn,thetimeIbroughtherhome,herfirstvisit,andhesaidhehadabusinesstrip.Hewassogoodaboutuscominghome,hemadeallthearrangements.Privateplaneandalimotogetmetoit.ButhewenttoadoctorinNewYorkandhadavasectomy.”
Viola’shandspaused.“Hegothimselfsnippedandlet
youthinkyouweretryingtomakeababy?”
“I’mnevergoingtobeabletoforgivehimforthat.Outofallofit,it’sthatIcan’tforgive.”
“Hisrighttodecideifhewantedtomakeanotherbaby,butnothisrighttogetfixedandnottellyou.It’saterriblelie.Andamanwhocouldtellthatterriblelie,livewiththatterriblelie,hadsomethingmissinginsidehim.”
“Thereweresomanylies,Granny,andfindingthemafterhe’sdead?”Therewasanemptinessleftthere,Shelbythought,thatcouldneverbefilledagain.“Ifeellikeafool,IfeellikeIlivedwithastranger.AndIdon’tunderstandwhyhemarriedme,whyhelivedwithme.”
Despitewhatchurnedupinsideher,Violakeptherhandsgentle,hervoicecalm.“You’reabeautifulgirl,
ShelbyAnne,andyousaidyouwereagoodwife.Andyou’renottofeellikeafoolbecauseyoutrustedyourhusband.Whatelsedidhelieabout?Werethereotherwomen?”
“Idon’tknowforcertain,andcan’task.ButIhavetosayyes,fromthingsIfound,yes,therewereotherwomen.AndIfindnowIdon’tcare.Ican’tevencarehowmany—hetooksomanytripswithout
us.AndIwenttothedoctorafewweeksago,gottestedincase...Hedidn’tgivemeanything,soifhehadotherwomen,hewascareful.SoIdon’tcareifhehadahundredotherwomen.”
SheworkeduphernervewhileViolaslatheredontheenergizingmask.
“Themoney,Granny.Heliedaboutthemoney.Ineverpaidmuchattentiontoitbecausehesaidthatwashis
business,andminewastorunthehouseandCallie.He—hecouldlashoutlikeawhipoverthatwithoutraisinghisvoiceorhishand.”
“Coldcontemptcanbeasharperbladethanhottemper.”
Comforted,Shelbyopenedhereyes,lookedintohergrandmother’s.“Hecowedme.Ihateadmittingit,andIdon’tevenknowhowithappened.ButIcanlook
backandseeitsoclear.Hedidn’tlikemeaskingquestionsaboutmoney,soIdidn’t.Wehadsomuch—theclothesandthefurnitureandtherestaurantsandthetravel.Buthewascheatingthere,too,andrunningsomesortofscam.I’mstillnotclearonallofit.”
Sheclosedhereyesagain,notinshame—notwithGranny—butinweariness.“Everythingwasoncredit,
andthehouseupNorth,hehadn’tmadeeventhefirstpaymentontheloan,andheboughtitbackinthesummer.Ididn’tknowathingaboutituntilhetoldmeinNovemberweweremoving.Andtherewerethecars,andthecreditcards,andthetimepayments—andsomedebtsinAtlantaheleftbehind.Taxesunpaid.”
“Heleftyouindebt?”“I’vebeensortingitout,
andsettinguppaymentplans
—andIsoldalotoffinthelastfewweeks.There’sanofferonthehouse,andifitgoesthrough,it’lltakealotoff.”
“Howmuchdidheleaveyouowing?”
“Asofrightnow?”Sheopenedhereyes,lookedintohergrandmother’s.“Onemillion,ninehundredandninety-sixthousanddollarsandeighty-ninecents.”
“Well.”Violahadtodraw
inbreath,letitoutslow.“Well.JesusChristinarockingchair,ShelbyAnne,that’saconsiderablesumofmoney.”
“Whenthehousesells,it’llcutitback.Theoffer’sforonepointeightmillion.Ioweahundredandfiftymorethanthatonit,buttheyforgivethatwiththisshort-salebusiness.Anditstartedoutaroundthreemillion.Someoverthatwiththelawyers’
bills,andaccountingbills.”“Youpaidoffamillion
dollarssinceJanuary?”Violashookherhead.“Thatmust’vebeenoneholyhellofayardsale.”
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massage,anenergizingfacialandcominghome
tofindherlittlegirlbubblingoverwithhappiness,thosewentalongwaytowardliftingShelby’smood.
Butthebiggestlifthad
beenunburdeningherselftohergrandmother.She’dtoldhereverything—aboutfindingthesafe-depositboxandwhatwasinit,theprivatedetective,thespreadsheetshe’dcreated,andherneedtofindapayingjobassoonasshecould.
Bythetimeshe’dgivenCalliehersupper,herbath,tuckedherinforthenight,shefeltsheknewalltherewastoknowaboutChelsea—
andhadmadeapromisetohaveChelseaoverassoonasshecould.
Shewentbackdown,foundherfatherstretchedoutintheLa-Z-Boyreclinerheloved,watchingabasketballgameonhisnewTV.Andhermothersittingonthesofacrocheting.
“Shegodownallright?”“OutlikealightbeforeI’d
finishedherbedtimestory.Youworeherouttoday,
Mama.”“Itsurewasfun.Thetwo
girlswereliketadpolesswimmingintheirownpond,hardlystillaminute.SuzannahandItalkedabouttakingturns,havingChelseacomehere,thentakingCalliethere.AndI’vegotTracey’snumberforyou,rightinonthekitchenboard.YououghttocallChelsea’smama,honey,makeagoodbridgethere.”
“Iwill.Yougaveherahappyday.CanIaskyouforafavor?”
“Youknowyoucan.”“IranintoEmmaKate
today.”“Iheardaboutthat.”
Fingersstillworkingyarnandneedle,AdaMaeglancedupwithasmile.“It’stheRidge,baby.IfIdon’thearaboutsomethingtenminutesafterithappened,IknowIhavetohaveyourdaddycheckmy
hearing.HattieMunson—youremembershelivesacrossfromBitsy,thoughthey’refeudingaboutsomethinghalfthetime.They’refeudingnowbecauseBitsy’sgettinganewkitchenanddidn’ttakeHattie’sadviceaboutthenewappliances.Hattie’sboyworksforLG,butBitsyboughtMaytag,andHattietookthatasapersonalinsult.Ofcourse,HattieMunsontakesoffenseifshesneezesin
herownkitchenandyoudon’tsayGesundheitfromyours.”
Amusedatthewayhermotherfoundawaytowindthroughastory,andhowherfathercursedattheballplayers,thereferees,thecoaches,Shelbyeasedahiponthearmofthecouch.
“So,theymightbefeuding,butHattiedoesn’tmissanytricksandsawyouandEmmaKateoutside
Bitsy’shouse,andsawyougoonin.How’sthatkitchencoming?Ihaven’tgottenoverthereinmorethanaweek.”
“Theywereputtingcabinetsin.Prettyones.”
“EmmaKate’syoungman—Matt—andGriffin.Cutie-pies,thepairofthem—andtheydofinework.I’mhavingthemdomeamasterbath,anensuite,outofyouroldroom.”
“Now,AdaMae.”Clayton
surfacedfromthegamelongenoughtohearaboutthebathroom.
“I’mdoingit,Clayton,soyou’dbestclimbonboard.Griffsaidhowtheycouldtakeoutthatwall,andIcouldhavemeaspa-likeensuitebathroom.I’vebeenlookingatmagazines,gettingideas.AndGriff,he’sgotwholebooksjustonplumbingfixtures—I’veneverseenthelikeofsomeofthem.He’s
donehimselfanensuitealready.IwentovertotheoldTripplehornplacetoseeit,andit’slikeamagazine,evenifheisstillsleepingonanairmattressonthebedroomfloor.He’sfinishedthekitchenovertherenow,anditjustmakesmegreenwithenvy.”
“Don’tevenstart,AdaMae.”
“Ilikemykitchenjustfine,”shesaidtoClayton,
thengrinnedatShelby,mouthed,Fornow.“IbetyouandEmmaKatepickeduprightwhereyouleftoff.”
Milesfromthat,Shelbythought.“That’sthefavor.Shesaidshe’dliketomeetmetomorrow,atBootlegger’s,aboutseven-thirty,ifIcould.But—”
“Yougorightonanddothat.Oldfriendsarethebricksandmortarofyourlife.Idon’tknowwhatI’ddo
withoutSuzannah.YourdaddyandIwillwatchCallie,gethertobed.We’dloveto.”
“FinallysomethingIcanagreeto.”Claytonlookedoverathisdaughter.“YoutakesometimecatchingupwithEmmaKate.We’llspoilCallie.”
“Thankyou.”Sheleanedover,kissedhermother,gotup,kissedherfather.“I’mgoingonupbecauseadayofpampering’smademesleepy.
Thanksforthat,too,Mama.Andwe’llneedtoeatatsixtomorrownight.I’mcookingdinner.”
“Oh,but—”“I’mdoingit,AdaMae,”
shesaidinthesametonehermotherhadusedtoherfather,andhadClaytonsnickering.
“I’vegottentobeaprettygoodcook,andyou’lljudgeforyourself.I’mgoingtopullmyweightwhileCallieandIarehere,becauseIwasraised
right.’Night.”“Shewasraisedright,”
ClaytonsaidwhenShelbystartedupstairs.“Solet’spatourselvesonthebackthere,andwe’llseewhat’sfordinnertomorrow.”
“Shewasn’tsopaleandtired-lookingtonight.”
“No,shewasn’t.Let’sseehowitgoesforthenextfewdays,andbegladwe’vegotthemhome.”
“Iam,andI’llbegladder
whenshemakesthingsupwithEmmaKate.”
•••
ITWASN’THARDtokeepbusy.Bymid-morning,shehauledoutthestroller.TakingCallieonastrollaroundtown,pickingupwhatshewantedforthechickendinnersheintendedtomakeforherparentswasaneasy—casual—waytowanderaroundthe
Ridgeandseeifanyonewashiring.
Thecloudshadlifted,andtheairhadthebright-edgedsparkleofspringafterashower.SheputCallieinherpinkdenimjacketwithalightcap—andsinceshemightfindherselfapplyingforajob,didhermakeupbeforesettingout.
“ArewegoingtoseeChelsea,Mama?”
“We’rewalkingtotown,
baby.Tothegrocerystore,andIhavetoopenupabankaccount.Maybewe’llstopinandseeGranny.”
“SeeGranny!Chelsea,too.”
“I’llcallChelsea’smamalater,andwe’llsee.”
ShepassedEmmaKate’shouse,notedtheworkmantruckinthedrive—andhadtoresisttheurgetoliftahandinawaveacrossthestreetwheresheimaginedHattie
Munson’seagleeyewastrainedonher.
PeoplelikeMs.Munsondidplentyoftalking,sheknew.TherewaswelcomeintheRidge,buttherewerethose—andmorethanafew—who’denjoygossipingoverthebackfenceandinthegrocerystoreaisle,overlunchatSidandSadie,aboutthepoorPomeroygirlwho’dcomehomeawidowwithachild.Butwhatdidyou
expectwhenshe’drunoffthatwaywithamannobodyknewathingabout?
They’dtalkabouthowshe’dmovednorth,rarelycamehome,droppedoutofcollegeafterherparentshadworkedhardtosendher.
There’dbeplentytogossipabout.Andtheydidn’tknowthehalfofit.
Thesmartthingtodowouldbetokeepherheaddown,befriendlyandget
steadywork.SteadyworkwouldmeansomesortofdaycareforCallie,sothathadtobebalanced.
DaycarewouldbegoodforCallie.Justlookhowshe’dlatchedontothisChelsea.Sheneededtointeractwithotherkids,evenifitmeantmostofanypaycheckcominginwentoutagain.
WhileCallietalkedtoFifi,Shelbytooktheforkinto
town.Shekepthereyespeeledforhousesforsale.Whenshemovedoutonherown,shewantedsomethingcloseby.CloseenoughmaybeCalliecouldwalktohergrandmother’s,ortoGranny’s.Tofriends,totown,justasshehad.
Alittlehouse,twobedrooms,maybewithenoughlandforasmallgarden.She’dmissedgardeninginthecondo,and
hadn’thadachanceinPhiladelphia.
Sheletherminddrift,imaginedthehouseinherhead.Likeacottage,that’salltheyneeded,andshe’dplantflowersandhaveavegetablepatch,someherbs.She’dteachCalliehowtoplantandtendandharvest.
Shecouldhauntyardsalesandfleamarketsforfurniture,forbargainsshecouldrefinishorpaintor
reupholster.Warmcolorsandsink-intochairs.
They’dhaveagoodlifehere,whateverittooktomakeit.
Shetookthemainroad,withshopsandafewoldhousesoneachsideofthewindingstreet.
Shecouldworkinagiftshop,orwaittables,ringupsalesatthedrugstoreorfoodatthemarket.Grannyhadtoldhershecouldcomework
atthesalon,butshedidn’thaveanyrealtalentforhair—oralicense.Whatevershedidtherewouldbemakework,andherfamilywasalreadymakingenoughforher.
Shecouldcheckatthehotelorthelodgejustoutsideoftown.Nottoday,notwithCalliealong,buttheyshouldgoonherlist.
Shelikedthewayitalllooked,fresheningupforspringwithstorefronts
shininginthesunlight,tubsandhangingbasketsofflowersdeckingthebuildingsthatclimbedupordownthehillyroad.Sheenjoyedseeingpeoplestoppingtotalk,afewtouristswanderingalongthesteepsidewalks,hikerswiththeirbigbackpackstakingpicturesofthetownwell,wherelegendhaditstar-crossedlovers,fromfeudingfamilies,wouldmeetatmidnight.
Untilthegirl’sfathershottheboydead,andthegirldiedofabrokenheart.
Theirrendezvous,soitwassaid,gavethetownitsname,andthewell—haunted,ofcourse—endeduponalotofcamerasandcanvases.
Maybeshecouldgetanofficejobsinceshehaddecentcomputerskills.Butthetruthwasshehadnoexperiencethere.Herworkexperiencespreadtohelping
outatthesalon—fillingshampoobottles,sweepingthefloor,workingtheregister—babysitting,workinginthecollegebookstoreacoupleofsemesters.
Andsingingwiththeband.Shewasn’tlikelytoforma
band,andwasbeyondfillingshampoobottles.Soretailmaybe.Ormaybeshecouldlookintoopeningadaycare.ButtheRidgehadone—andthosewhohadfamilyusually
hadamotherorcousinorsisterwho’dwatchtheirkidswhentheyworked.
Retail,shethoughtagain.Retailorwaitressing.Therecouldbeopportunitiesthere,especiallysincesummerwascoming,andsummerbroughtmoretourists,morehikers,morefamilieswhorentedcabinsorstayedatthehotel.
TheArtfulRidge—localartistsmostly.MountainTreasures,giftsandwhatnots.
TheHastyMarket—sellingstaplesandsnacksforanyonewhodidn’twanttogothehalfmiletoHaggertyFoodMarket.Therewasthepharmacy,theicecreamshop,thebarandgrill,thePizzateria,Al’sLiquors.
FartherdownandaroundthecornersatShady’sBar,whichwasjustthat.Andhermamawouldhaveaheartattackifshetookajobthere.
Consideringheroptions,
shestoppedinthesalonfirstsohergrannycouldshowoffCallie.
“I’mgoingtodoyourhair,”ViolatoldCallie.“Crystal,getmeoneofthoseboosterseats,wouldyou?YoucansitrighthereatGranny’sstation,CallieRose.IusedtodoyourGamma’shair,andyourmama’s.NowIgettodoyours.”
“Callie’shair.”CallieliftedherarmstoViola,then
brushedatViola’shair.“Granny’shair.”
“Aboutthesame,isn’tit—thoughminetakessomedoingthesedays.”
“Somedoing,”Callieechoed,andmadeViolalaugh.
“Haveaseatthere,Shelby,Crystaldoesn’thaveanotherheadforahalfhour.Lookatthisbeautifulhair.”
Callie,whocouldsometimesbefussyand
impatientathair-fixingtime,sathappilystaringatherselfinthemirror.
“Iwannabeaprincess,Granny.”
“Youareaprincess,butwe’llgiveyouhairworthyofyourrank.”Shebrushedthroughthecurls,grabbedoneofthebigsilverclipstoholdsomeback,andbegantodoafancyFrenchbraidontheside.
“IheardBonnieJo
Farnsworth—that’sacousinofGilly’ssister’shusband—isgettingadivorcefromherhusband.That’sLesWickett,Shelby,whoranwithForrestsomewhentheywereboys.Theyhaven’tbeenmarriedtwoyears,andhaveababynotsixmonthsold.Hadabigweddingatthehotelcostherdaddytwoarmsandhisleftleg.”
“IrememberLesalittle.I’msorrytohearhe’shaving
troubles.”“Iheardtrouble’sbeen
brewingsincebeforetheycuttheweddingcake.”Crystal,whoownedatumblingmaneofstreakyblondhair,gaveaknowingwiggleofhereyebrows.“ButIprobablyshouldn’tsay.”
“Ofcourseyoushouldsay.”Violatiedoffthefirstbraid,startedonthesecond.“Andinconsiderabledetail.”
“Well,maybeyoudidn’t
knowthatBonnieJousedtogoaroundwithBoydKattery.”
“LorettaKattery’smiddleboy.ThoseKatteryboysareroughcustomers.Forresthadaset-towithArlo—theyoungestofthem—notlongagowhenArlogotskunkdrunkdowntoShady’sandstartedafightoverapoolgame.ArlotookaswingatForrestwhenForrestwentintobreakitup.Youknow
Arlo,Shelby.Bonyboywithstraw-coloredhairandabadattitude.Droveamotorcycle,andtriedtocatchyoureye.”
“IrememberArlo.Hegotsuspendedandsentoffawhileforbeatinguponaboyhalfhissizeoutsideofschool.”
“Boyd’sconsiderablyworse,letmetellyou.”Asshetalked,Crystalreadiedherstationforthenextcustomer.“AndheandBonnieJowerealways
sneakingoff,thentheybrokeupwhenhegotarrestedfor...”
SheglancedatCallie,whowastoobusyadmiringherselfinthemirrortopayattention.
“For,ah,havingcertainillegalsubstancesinhispossession.ThenBonnieJotookupwithLes,andbeforeyoucanclickyourheelsthey’replanningawedding.Youaskme,herdaddywassorelievedshewasmarrying
aniceboyanddonewithBoyd,he’d’vepaiddoublewhatthatweddingcost.ButBoydgotreleasedrightbeforethewedding,andthere’sbeensometalkdowninthehollerheandBonnieJohave,well,takenupagain,andnowthetwoofthemareoffdowntoFlorida,wherehehascousins—sheleftthatbabybehindlikeitwasleftoverpizzaorsomething.Andit’ssaidthecousins
makeupsomeofthesubstanceshewasputawayfor.”
Itwasnearlyasgoodasamassageandfacial,justsittingtherefortwentyminutes,watchinghergrannycreateaprincessdoforhergirlwhileCalliepreenedinthemirror.Andlisteningtogossipthatwasn’tabouther.
Violaloopedthebraidsintoacrown,gatheredthecurlsintoatailshefixedwith
arose-trimmedband.“Pretty.I’mpretty,
Granny!”“Yes,youare.”Violabent
downsotheirfacesreflectedtogether.“Agirlshouldknowwhenshe’spretty.Butthere’sacouplethingsIcanthinkofrightoffmoreimportant.”
“What’smore?”“Beingsmart.Areyou
smart,CallieRose?”“Mamasays.”“Andsheknows.Then
there’sbeingkind.Ifyoucanbeprettyandsmartandkind,well,that’swhatmakesarealprincess.”
ShekissedCallie’scheek,liftedherdown.“IfIdidn’thavesomebodycomingin,I’dtakeyoutwogirlsouttolunch.Nexttimewe’llplanit.”
“Nexttimewe’lltakeyououttolunch.”ShelbysettledCallieinherstroller.“Crystal,I’mthinkingI
shouldfindsomework.Doyouknowanybodywho’shiring?”
“Oh,let’sseenow.Springandsummertheyhireonextraalotofplaces.Ididn’tthinkyou’dbeafterwork,Shelby,notwiththemoneyyou’dhavefrom—”
Sheslappedahandoverhermouth,lookedatCallieindistress.“I’mawfulsorry.Idon’tknowwhymymouthjustrunsoutwithoutbeing
hitcheduptomybrain.”“It’sallright.Ijustwantto
keepbusy.Youknowhowitis.”
“Iknowhowitistoneedtopaythebills,butifyouwantbusywork,maybeoveratTheArtfulRidge.It’sgotsomeclass,andtheydogoodbusiness,especiallyoncethetouristsstartcomingin.Mightbetheycoulduseanotherhostessatthebigrestaurant.Theywantgood-
lookersthere.Oh,andRendezvousGardens—youknowthelandscapeplace?Theyalwaysneedhelpthistimeofyear.Thatcouldbefunifyoulikeplantsandsuch.”
“Thanks.I’llthinkaboutit.We’vegottogettothefoodmarket.I’mmakingdinnerforMamaandDaddytonight.Granny,youandGrandpashouldcome.I’dlovetomakedinnerforyou.”
“I’dlovetohaveyoumakedinnerforme.I’lltellJackson.”
“It’satsix,butyoucouldcomealittleearlybecauseIhavetoleavebyabouttwentyaftersevenandmeetEmmaKate.”
“HaveyoumetEmmaKate’sboyfriend?”Crystalasked.
“Notyet.”“Shehookedagoodone.
Nowtheother—Griffin?”
Shepattedahandtoherheart.“IfIwasn’tengagedtobemarriedforthesecondtimeinmylife,I’dheadstraightinthatdirection.He’sgotaswaggertohim.Ijustloveamanwho’sgotaswaggertohim.”
“There’syoureleven-thirtyjustcomein,Crystal.”
“I’llbringherrightback.Itwasnicetalkingtoyou,Shelby.”ShegaveShelbyagood,hardsqueeze.“It’s
reallygoodtohaveyouhome.”
“It’sgoodtobehome.”“Herfirsthusbandhada
swaggertohim,”Violasaidunderherbreath.“Andheswaggeredoffwithanythingfemalehecouldtalkintoit.”
“Ihopeshedoesbetterthistime.”
“Ilikethisone.Noswagger,butasteadywayabouthim,whichsheneedstobalanceherout.Ilovethat
girllikeIloveraspberrysherbet,butsheneedsthatbalance.What’sfordinner?”
“I’mgoingtosurpriseyou.AndI’dbettergettothemarketorwe’llbeorderingfromthePizzateria.”
SheranintoChelseaandhermotherinthefoodmarket,whichaddedahalfhourontohertime—andproducedadealtomeetatthetownparkthenextdaysothegirlscouldplaytogether.
Nowthatshewascookingamealforsixshefiddledwiththemenuassheshopped.Shemadeagoodroastchickenwithgarlicandsageandrosemary,andshecouldmakesomeredpotatoesinthatzingydressingshecutoutofamagazine,thecarrotsinbutterandthymeCallielikedsomuch,andsomepeas.Andshe’dmakebiscuits.
Richardhadn’tcaredfor
herbiscuits,calledthemhickbread,sheremembered.
Well,thehellwithhim.Maybeshe’dmakesome
appetizers,reallydoitup.Andprofiterolesfordessert.Thecookthey’dhadthreetimesaweekinAtlantahadshownherhowtomakethem.
Sheloadedupingredients,bribedCalliewithanimalcrackers.Andtriednottoswallowoutloudwhenshecheckedout.
Forfamily,sheremindedherselfasshecountedoutthemoney.Familywasputtingaroofoverherhead,andherdaughter’s.Shecouldandwouldaffordtopayforagoodfamilydinner.
Itwasn’tuntilshewheeledthecartandstrolleroutsidethatsherememberedshe’dwalked.
“Oh,forGod’ssake,howstupidamI?”
Threebagsofgroceries,a
strollerandamile-and-a-halfwalk.
Mutteringtoherself,shecrammedtwobagsinthebackofthestroller,slungthebigCalliebagoveroneshoulderandheftedthelastgrocerybag.
Sheswitchedarmsatthehalf-milemark,seriouslyconsideredcallinghermother,orpokingintothesheriff’sofficetoseeifForrestwasthereandcould
giveheraride.“We’llmakeit.We’ll
makeitfine.”Shethoughtbacktowhen
she’drunthemileintotown,andbackagain,asachild.Upanddownthosehills,aroundthosecurves.
Well,nowshehadachild,andthreebagsofgroceries.Andshemightbeworkingupablisteronherheel.
Shemadeittothefork,armsaching,andstoppedto
gatherherselfforthelastleg.TheFix-ItGuystruck
pulledupbesideher.Griffleanedoutthewindow.
“Hey.Didyourcarbreakdown?Griff,”headded,incaseshe’dforgotten.“GriffinLott.”
“Iremember.No,mycardidn’tbreakdown.Ididn’ttakethedamncarbecauseIwasn’tintendingtobuysomanygroceries.”
“Damncar,”Calliesaidto
Fifi,andhadShelbysighing.“Okay.Wantaride
home?”“More,atthismoment,
thanIwantalongandhappylife.But...”
“Igetyouonlymetmeyesterday,butEmmaKate’sknownmeforacoupleyears.I’dbeinjailifIwereanaxmurderer.Hey,cutie.IsyournameCallie?”
“Callie.”Thelittlegirlangledherhead,an
accomplishedflirt,andfluffedathernewhairdo.“I’mpretty.”
“Asprettyastheycome.Look,Ican’tleaveyoubythesideoftheroadwiththeprettygirlandthreebagsofgroceries.”
“IwasgoingtosayIwantaride,butyoudon’thaveacarseat.”
“Oh.Right.”Heshovedahandathishair.“We’llbreakthelaw,butit’slessthana
mile,andI’lldriveslow.I’llpulloveranytimeanothercar’scoming,eitherdirection.”
Herheelburned,herarmsachedandherlegsfeltlikerubberstretchedtoohardandlong.“Ithinkdrivingslow’sgoingtobeenough.”
“Holdon.Letmehelpyou.”
Thatmadethesecondpersonwhowasn’tfamilyinthelastlittlewhilewho’d
offeredtohelpher.Itwashardtorememberhowlongbeforethatanyonehad.
Hegotoutofthetruck,tookthebagfromher.Feelingcamebackintoherarminpinsandneedles.
“Thankyou.”“Noproblem.”Hestowedthegroceries
whilesheliftedCallieout.“Yousitrightthere,”ShelbytoldCallie.“SitstillwhileIfoldupthestroller.”
“Howdoesit—Oh,Igetit.”Grifffoldedthestrollerasifhe’dbeendoingsoforyears.
SheturnedbacktoCallieashestowedit,andsawherdaughterhadopenedatakeoutbagsittingontheseatbesideher.
Shewasnoweatingfrenchfries.
“Callie!Thosearen’tyours.”
“I’mhungry,Mama.”
“It’sokay.”Laughing,Griffgotinthetruck.“Iwouldn’ttrustanybodywhocouldresistfries.Ihadtopickupsomestuffintown,grabbedlunchformeandMattwhileIwasatit.Shecanhavesomefries.”
“It’spastherlunchtime.Ididn’texpecttobegonesolong.”
“Didn’tyougrowuphere?”
Shetookadeepbreathas
hedrove—truetohisword—atabouttwentymilesanhour.“Ishould’veknownbetter.”
Nowsittingonherlap,CallieheldoutafrytoGriff.
“Thanks.Youlooklikeyourmother.”
“Mama’shair.”“Yoursisreallypretty.
HaveyoubeentoMizVi’s?”“That’sGranny,Callie.
MizVi’sGranny.”“Grannydidmyhairlikea
princess.I’mprettyandsmartandkind.”
“Icanseethat.You’rethefirstprincessI’vehadinmytruck,sothisisaprettybigdealforme.Who’syourfriend?”
“ThisisFifi.Shelikesfrenchfries.”
“Iwouldhopeso.”Heeasedintothedriveway.“Whew.”Hetookamockswipeathisforehead.“Madeit.Yougettheprincessand
hercarriage.I’llgetthegroceries.”
“Oh,that’sallright,Ican—”
“Haulinthreebagsofgroceries,akid,astrollerandwhatever’sinthatsuitcaseyou’vegotthere?Sureyoucan,butI’llgetthegroceries.”
“Youcarryme!”CallieshovedoutofShelby’sarms,threwherselfatGriff.
“Callie,don’t—”
“I’vegotmyorders.”Heclimbedout,croucheddown,tappedhisback.“Okay,princess,climbaboard.”
Calliesaid,“Whee,”andhookedherselfonforapiggybackwhileShelbyscrambledouttheotherdoortotrytoheftwhateverwasleft.
Hebeathertoit,pulledouttwogrocerybags,andwithoneineacharm,herdaughterbouncinggleefully
onhisback,headedtothefrontdoor.
“Isitlocked?”“Idon’tthinkso.Mama
mayhave...”Shetrailedoffashewasalreadygoinginside,Callieclingingtohisneckandchatteringinhisearlikehewashernewbestfriend.
Flustered,Shelbypulledoutthestroller,gotthelastbag,swungherCalliebagonhershoulder.Shemanagedto
getitallinthehouse,leftthestrollerbythedoortodealwithlater.
He’dsetthebagsontheisland.Beforeshecouldspeak,hestoppedherheartbyswingingCallieoffhisback,danglingherupsidedownwhileshesquealedininsanedelight,thentossedherupintheair,catchingherneatly.Andsettledheronhiship.
“Iloveyou,”Calliesaid,
andkissedhimenthusiasticallyonthemouth.
“Isthatallittakes?”Grinning,hegaveherhairatug.“ObviouslyI’vebeengoingaboutmyconqueststhewrongwayforalotofyears.”
“Youstayandplaywithme.”
“WouldifIcould,butI’vegottogetbacktowork.”
Callietookahankofhishair,obviouslyfindingittoherliking,andwoundit
aroundherfinger.“Youcomebackandplaywithme.”
“Sure,sometime.”HelookedoveratShelby,smiled,andsinceshewasstaring,shesawhehadeyesasgreenandcleverasacat’s.“You’vegotakeeperhere.”
“Sheis.Thankyou.Ah,doyouhavechildren?”
“Me?No.”HesetCalliedown,gaveherafriendlypatonthebutt.“Gottago,LittleRed.”
Shewrappedherarmsaroundhislegsinahug.“Bye,mister.”
“Griff.JustGriff.”“Gwiff.”“Grrr-iff,”Shelby
correctedautomatically.“Grrr,”Calliesaid,and
giggled.“Grrr-iff’sgottago,”he
said,glancedbackatShelby.“Youset?”
“Yes.Yes,thankyousomuch.”
“Noproblem.”Hestartedout.“Lovethiskitchen,”headded,andstrodetothedoorandout—hedidhaveaswaggerabouthim—beforeshecouldthinkofanythingelse.
“Grrr-iff,”CallietoldFifi.“He’spretty,Mama,andhesmellsgood.He’sgoingtocomebackandplaywithme.”
“I...umm.Huh.”“I’mhungry,Mama.”
“What?Oh.Ofcourseyouare.”Givingherselfashake,Shelbygotbacktoreality.
B8
ythetimehermothergothome,Shelbyhadthe
chickenintheoven,thepotatoesandcarrotsscrubbed,andthediningroomtable—usedonlyfor
importantmeals—setwiththegooddishes.
Notthebestdishes,whichwereherfather’sgrandmother’sandworthmoreinsentimentthanmoney,butthecompanydisheswiththerosesaroundtherims.
She’daddedlinennapkins,foldingthemintofussystandingfans,rearrangedcandlesandflowersintoaprettycenterpiece,andwas
finishingthelastofthepastriesfortheprofiteroles.
“Ohmygoodness,Shelby!Thetablelooksjustbeautiful,likeforahigh-classdinnerparty.”
“Wearehighclass.”“We’resuregoingtoeat
likeweare—anditsmellswonderfulinhere.Youalwayswereonetoknowjusthowthingsshouldgotogethertolookpretty.”
“It’sfun,fussingalittle.I
hopeit’sallrightIaskedGrannyandGrandpatocome.”
“Youknowitis.MamatoldmewhenIstoppedintoVi’saftermygardenclubmeeting—andafterSuzannahandIdidalittleshopping.IgotCalliethecutestoutfitsforspring.Ihadthebesttime.”
Shesetthreeshoppingbagsonthecounter,begantopullthingsout.“Ican’twait
toseeherwearingthis—it’sjustprecious,isn’tit?Thelittleskirtwiththepinkandwhitestripes,andthefrillyshirt.AndthesepinkMaryJanes!Now,IcheckedhersizebeforeIleft,sotheyshouldfit.Butiftheydon’t,we’lljusttakethemback.”
“Mama,she’lllovethose.She’lljustgocrazyforthoseshoes.”
“AndIgotthiscuteshirtwith‘Princess’onit,andthe
sweetestlittlewhitecardigansweaterwithribbontrim.”Shepulledmoreoutasshetalked.“Whereisshe?Maybeshecantrysomeon.”
“She’snapping.I’msorryshe’snappingsolate,butitalltookmelonger,andthenIhadtofixherlunch,andshewasrevvedup,soIdidn’tgetherdownuntilalmostthree.”
“Oh,wewon’tworryaboutthat.SoIstoppedintoVi’s,andtherewasMaxine
Pinkett—youremembershemovedtoArkansasafewyearsago,butshewasbackvisiting,andcameintoVi’shopingIcouldgiveheracutandcolor.Idon’tdohairanymoreasarule,butshe’sanoldcustomer,andIknowwhatshelikes.”
ShelbyhadamistymemoryofMrs.Pinkett,somadeassentingnoisesasshebegantofillthepastrieswithcream.
“ShetoldmethatshewasdisappointedwhenCrystaltoldherIwasoff,thenIwalkedin,andsheaskedifIcouldn’tpleaseseetoherhair.She’snothappyatallwiththestylistsshe’striedinLittleRock.SoIsetherup.Turnsoutherdaughter’shusbandmaytakeajobinOhionow,andthisaftershemovedtoLittleRocktobeclosebyherdaughterandthreegrandchildren.She’sin
astate,letmetellyou.Iknowjusthowshefeels,soI...”
AdaMaeshuthereyes,gaveherselfashake.“Ican’tkeepmymouthshutwithastapler.”
“Youdon’thaveto.Youdidn’tgettomakemanymemorieswithCallieformorethanthreeyears.Andmore,Iseenow,shedidn’tgettomakethemwithyou.That’sonme,Mama.”
“It’salloveranddone
now,andwe’remakingplentyofmemoriesallaround.Whatareyoumakingthere?Littlecreampuffs?Oh,she’sawake.”AdaMaelookedtowardthebabymonitoronthecounter.“I’mgoingtotakehernewthingsup,andwe’llhavesomefun.Youneedhelphere,honey?”
“Idon’t,Mama,thanks.Idon’twantyoutodoathingbutsitdowntothismeal.YougohavefunwithCallie.”
“Oh,IhopethepinkMaryJanesfit,’causetheycouldn’tbecuter.”
She’dtakepicturesofCallieinthepinkMaryJanes,Shelbythought.Calliemightnotrememberthemwhenshegrewup,butshe’drememberhergrandmotherlovedher,enjoyedgettingherprettyclothes.She’drememberhergrannyhadfixedherhairlikeaprincess.
That’swhatcounted.Like
agoodfamilydinneratthediningroomtable,that’swhatcounted.
Shefinishedthepastries,bastedthechicken,gotthepotatoesandcarrotsgoing.
Sheneededtochange,notonlyfordinner,buttogooutandmeetEmmaKate.Withaglanceatthetimer,sheranupstairs,tiptoedfromthelandingtoherroomsoshedidn’tdistractCallieandhermotherandtheirfashion
show.Andspentthenextfifteen
minutesagonizingoverwhattowear.She’doncehadthree,maybeevenfourtimesasmanyclothes,andhadneveragonized.
Maybe,shethought,becauseithadstoppedbeingimportant.
Itwasthebarandgrill,sheremindedherself.Peopledidn’tdressupespeciallytogothere.Itwasatleastthree
giantstepsupfromShady’s,butaboutanequalamountdownfromthebigrestaurantatthehotel.
Shesettledonblackjeans,asimplewhiteshirt.Andshe’dputtheleatherjacketshe’dkept—oneshejustloved—overit.Thepewtergraywentwellwithherhair,andwasn’tasharshasblack.
Sincetheeveningsrancoolyet,shechoseheeledhalfboots.
Mindfulofthemeal,sheslippedstraightbackdownandintothekitchen,grabbedanapronthistimetostartonthebiscuits.
Itwasfuntofuss,shethought,andafterhuntingupaprettyplatterforthechicken,stoodtryingtoimagineifitwouldlookbetterifshelaidthepotatoesandcarrotsaroundthechickenorifsheputtheminbowls.
Forrestcameinthebackdoor.
“What’sallthis?”Hesniffedtheair.“Whatisthat?”
“What’swrongwithit?”“Ididn’tsayanythingwas
wrong.Itsmellslike...ItsmellslikeI’mhungry.”
“Youcanstayfordinnerifyouwant.GrannyandGrandpaarecoming.I’mcooking.”
“You’recooking?”
“That’sright,ForrestJacksonPomeroy,sotakeitorleaveit.”
“Doyoualwaysgetdresseduptocookdinner?”
“I’mnotdressedup.Hell.AmItoodresseduptogotoBootlegger’s?”
Hiseyesnarrowed.“Why?”
“Because,youidiot,I’mgoingtoBootlegger’sandIdon’twanttodresswrong.”
“Imeantwhyareyou
goingtothebarandgrillwhenyou’refixingdinner?”
“I’mgoingafterdinner,ifyouneedeverydetailofit.I’mmeetingEmmaKate.”
Hisfacecleared.“Oh.”“AmItoodressedupor
not?”“You’reokay.”Heopened
thetopoven,peeredinatthechicken.“Thatlooksdamngood.”
“Itwillbedamngood.Nowstayoutoftheway.I
needtosetouttheappetizers.”
“Aren’twefancy?”Hesteppedaroundher,gothimselfabeer.
“Ijustwantittobenice.Mama’sgettingmemassages,andGranny’sfixingCallie’shair,and—yousawhowtheyfixedtheroomsupstairsforus.Ijustwantittobenice.”
Hegavehershoulderarub.“Itisnice.Thetablelookslikeacompanymeal.
It’sgoodyou’remeetingEmmaKate.”
“We’llseehowgoodwhenIdo.She’sstillawfulmadatme.”
“Maybeyoushouldfixherachickendinner.”
Itfeltgoodtohaveherfamilyaroundthetableenjoyingamealshe’dmade.Andmadeherrealizeitwasthefirsttime.There’dbeasecondtime,shepromisedherself,andshe’dmakesure
ClayandGillyandlittleJacksonwerearoundthetablethatnexttime.
Sheknewshe’ddonewellwhenhergrandfatherhadsecondsofeverything—andGrannyaskedfortherecipes.
“I’llwritethemoutforyou,Granny.”
“You’llwanttodoittwice.”AdaMaegotuptohelpclear.“Thatchickenputminetoshame.”
“You’dbetter’vesaved
roomfordessert.”“We’vegotroom,don’t
we,Callie?”JackpattedhisbellysoCallieleanedbackinherboosterchairtopathers.
Thebestwaswatchingeyesgobigwhenshecameincarryingthetowerofprofiterolesshe’dmade,withtheirtoppingofmeltedchocolate.
“That’sasprettyasanythingyou’dseeinarestaurant,”herfathertold
her.“Isitasgoodasitlooks?”
“You’regoingtofindout.Ineedtogo,soMama,wouldyouservethisup?Idon’twanttobelate.”
“Youdon’tgotillyou’veputonsomelipstick.”Thiswashergrandmother’sdecree.“Somethingwithalittlepinkitin.It’sspring.”
“Allright.MakeForresthelpwiththedishes.”
“Iwasgoingto,”hesaid
immediately.HegrabbedherhandwhenshebentovertokissCallie.“Itwasarealgoodmeal,Shelby.Don’tdrinkanddrive.”
“You’retheonewithabeeronthetable.Callie,youbeagoodgirl.”
“GammasaidIgetabathwithbubbles.”
“Won’tthatbefun?Iwon’tbelate.”
“Oh,belate.”AdaMaeservedupgenerousportions
ofpastry.“Gohavesomefun.”
“Iwill.Don’t—”“Scat!”“Allright.”Itfeltoddgoingoutat
night,onherown.Andthenaddinthenerves,theworrythatEmmaKatewouldn’tforgiveher.
Butsheputonlipstick,addedalittlemoreblushforgoodmeasure.Anddrovetotownhopingshe’dfindthe
rightwords,maketherightpenancetogetherbestfriendbackinherlife.
Thestreetlightsgleamed,andshecaughtafewlightsglimmeringinthemountains.Shopsshutdownbysix,butshenotedPizzateriawasdoinggoodbusiness,andafewpeoplestrolledalongthesidewalk.
Shefoundthestingyparkinglotbesidethebarandgrillalreadyjammed,started
huntingupaplaceonthestreet.Maybeshehadtogiveherselfamentalpushtogetoutofthecar,butshedidit,andwalkedthehalfblockdown,openedthedoor,steppedintothenoise.
Shedidn’trecalltheplacedoingthislevelofbusinessonweeknights.Butthenshehadn’treachedlegaldrinkingagewhensheleftsohadspentmoretimewithpizzaorattheicecreamparlor.
Still,mostofthetablesandboothswerefull,andtheairsmelledofbeerandbarbecue.
“How’reyoudoing?”Awaitress—hostess?—approachedwithaneasysmile,anddarkeyesthatscannedthecrowdedroom,probablylookingforafreetable.“Icanseatyouatthebarifyou’re...Shelby?ShelbyAnnePomeroy!”
Shelbyfoundherselfenvelopedinahugthat
smelledofpeachblossoms.ShedrewShelbyback,a
good-lookingwomanwithskinlikepolishedwalnutandthicklylasheddarkeyes.“Youdon’trememberme.”
“I’msorry,I—”Itclicked,stunningher.“Tansy?”
“Youdoremember.Can’tblameyoufortakingafewminutes.I’vechangedsome.”
“Some?”TheTansyJohnsonshe’dknownhadbeengawky,gap-toothed,
acne-proneandbespectacled.Thisonewasadmirablycurvywithagorgeoussmile,clearskinandluminouseyes.
“Myskinclearedup,Ifilledout,gotmyteethfixedandwearcontacts.”
“Youlookjustfantastic.”“It’snicetohearit.But
then,youandEmmaKatenevermadefunofmelikesomeofthegirlsdid.I’msorryaboutyourhusband,Shelby,butI’mgladyou’re
home.”“Thanks.Youworkhere
now.It’sbusierthanIremember,andnicer.”
“That’sgoodtohear,too,becauseIdon’tjustworkhere,I’mthemanager.AndIhappentobemarriedtotheowner.”
“Wow.Thingshavechanged.Whendidyougetmarried?”
“AyearagoinJune.I’mgoingtotellyouallaboutmy
Derrickfirstchance,butEmmaKate’swaitingforyou.”
“She’salreadyhere?”“I’lltakeyouover.Igot
youacornerbooth—primerealestate,especiallyonWingNight.”ShehookedherarmthroughShelby’s.“You’vegotalittlegirl,don’tyou?”
“Callie.She’sthree.”“I’mgoingtohaveone.”“Oh,that’sgreat,Tansy.”
Itcalledforanotherhug.“Congratulations.”
“Justhitfourweeks,andIknowtheyalwayssaywaituntilafterthefirsttrimester,butIcan’twait.SoI’mtellingeverybody,evencompletestrangers.LookwhoIfound!”
EmmaKatelookedupfromherphone.“Youmadeit.”
“Idid.I’msorryifI’mlate.”
“You’renot.IforgotitwasWingNight,soIhadTansysaveusatableandgotherealittleearly.”
“Sitdown.”Tansywavedtowardthebooth.“Andyoutwodoyourcatchingup.What’llyouhave,Shelby?Firstone’sonthehouse.”
“I’mdriving,so...Well,Ioughttobeabletohandleoneglassofwine.”
“We’vegotaniceselectionbytheglass.”Tansy
rattledoffseveralchoices.“Thepinotnoirsounds
perfect.”“I’llgetthatrightoutto
you.Youokaythere,EmmaKate?”
EmmaKateliftedherbeer.“I’mgood,Tansy.”
“Sogoodseeingyou.”TansygaveShelby’sshoulderasqueezebeforeshewalkedaway.
“Ididn’trecognizeherforaminute.”
“Shegrewup.She’saboutthehappiestpersonIknow,butthenshealwayshadasunnynature.”
“Despitebeingbulliedandpickedonhalfthetime.IrememberinhighschoolespeciallyhowMelodyBunkerandJoleneNewtonmadedevilingheramission.”
“Melody’sassourandsnottyassheeverwas.Shewassecondrunner-upintheMissTennesseepageant—
somethingshetossesaroundlikecandywrappers.Youknowshe’sneverforgivenyouforbeatingheroutforHomecomingQueen.”
“God,Ihaven’tthoughtaboutthatinyears.”
“Melody’sexistenceisbasedonbeingtheprettiestandmostpopular.Shefellshort.AndJolenehasn’tevolvedmuch,either.”EmmaKateleanedback,settledintothecornerofthebooth,
diagonalfromShelby.“She’sengagedtothesonofthehotel’sowners,andlikestodrivearoundtowninthefancycarherdaddyboughther.”
AwaitressbroughtoverShelby’swine.“Tansysaysenjoy,andjustletmeknowifyouwantanythingelse.”
“Thankyou.Idon’tcareaboutMelodyorJolene,”Shelbycontinuedwhilesheturnedthewineglassaround
andaroundinsmallcircleswithherfingers.“Iwanttohearaboutyou.Yougotyournursingdegreejustlikeyousaidyouwould.DidyoulikeBaltimore?”
“Ilikeditwellenough.Imadesomefriends,hadgoodwork.MetMatt.”
“It’sserious,youandMatt?”
“SeriousenoughIdealtwithmymama’sshockandhorrorwhenItoldherwe
weremovingintogether.Shestillgivesmepushestowardmarriageandbabies.”
“Don’tyouwantthat?”“I’mnotinarushaboutit,
likeyouwere.”Shelbyacceptedthehit,
tookasipofwine.“Youlikeworkingattheclinic?”
“I’dhavetobestupidnottolikeworkingforDocPomeroy.Yourdaddy’sagoodman,afinedoctor.”Afteranothersipofherbeer,
EmmaKatestraightenedacoupleofinches.“Whatdidyoumean,youdidn’thavethemoneytocomeback?ThewordIgotwasyouwererollinginit.”
“Richardhandledthemoney.AsIwasn’tworking—”
“Didn’tyouwanttowork?”
“IhadCallietotendto,andthehouse.AndI’mnotqualifiedforanyserious
work.Ididn’tfinishcollegeor—”
“Whataboutsinging?”Itflusteredhernotto
finishasentence.There’dbeenatimewhensheandEmmaKatecouldfinisheachother’s—butthiswasdifferent.
“Thatwasjustachildishfantasy.Itwasn’tlikeIhadanyrealskillsorexperience,andIhadachild,andhemarriedme,providedforme
andCallie,gaveusagoodhome.”
EmmaKatesatbackagain.“Andthat’sallyouwanted?Tobeprovidedfor?”
“WithCallie,andhavingnoskillsortheeducation—”
“Didhetellyouthatyouwerestupid?Youwantmyforgiveness,Shelby?”EmmaKatesaidwhenShelbywentsilent.“Youtellmethetruth.Youlookmeintheeyeandyoutellmethetruth.”
“Allthetime,onewayortheother.Howwashewrong?Ididn’tknowhowtodoanything.”
“That’sabigbucketofbullshit.”Withhereyesfiredup,EmmaKatesetthebeerdown,shoveditasideandleanedacrossthetable.“Youdidn’tjustsinginthatband,youdidmostofthemanagingandmarketing.Youfiguredouthowtodothat.Theymadeyouassistantmanager
atthecollegebookstoreafteramonthsoyouknewhowtodothat.Youstartedwritingsongs,andtheyweregood,Shelby,damnit,soyouknewhowtodothat.Youredecoratedmybedroomwhenweweresixteen—andnotonlydiditlookbeautiful,butyoufiguredouthowtogetaroundMamaonit.Don’tsitthereandsayyoudidn’tknowhowtodoanything.That’shimtalking.Speakfor
yourself.”Thewords,fastas
machine-gunfire,leftShelbybreathless.
“Noneofthosethingswerepracticalorrealistic.EmmaKate,thingschangewhenyouhaveachilddependingonyou.Iwasahousewifeandastay-at-homemother.There’snothingwrongwiththat.”
“There’snotathingwrongwiththatifitmakesyouhappy,ifit’sappreciated.It
doesn’tsoundlikeitwasappreciated,andwhenyoutalkaboutityoudon’tlookhappy.”
Sheshookherheadindenial.“BeingCallie’smamaisthebestthinginmylife—it’sthelightinit.RichardworkedsoIcouldstayhomewithher.Alotofmotherswhowanttocan’t,soIshouldbegratefulheprovidedforus.”
“There’sthatwordagain.”
Shefeltsickinside,withathinlayerofshamecoatingit.“Dowehavetotalkaboutthis?”
“Youwantmetoforgiveyouforrunningoff—andthatIcould—buttoforgiveyouforcuttingmeoff,forstayingaway,fornotbeingthereformewhenImostneededyou.Butyou’reskirtingaroundthetruthofit.”
Shewasbecausethecenterwassodarkandsticky.The
noiseofvoicesanddishesthathadseemedfestiveandfunwhenshe’dcomeinnowpoundedagainstherhead.
Herthroatfeltsopainfullydryshewishedshe’daskedforwater.Butshepushedthewordsout.
“Ididn’thavethemoneybecauseifImanagedtotuckathousanddollarsaway,he’dfindit,andhe’dtakeit.Toinvest,he’dsay,becauseIdidn’thaveaheadformoney.
Ihadchargeaccounts,didn’tI,ifIwantedtobuyclothesorsomeothertoyoroutfittospoilCalliewithsoIdidn’tneedcashmoney.AndwhatwasIcomplainingabout,Ihadsomeonetocleantheplace,someonetohelpwithCallie,someonetocookbecauseIdidn’tknowanythingbutcountrycooking.Ishouldbegrateful.AndIcouldn’ttakeofftoTennesseeeverytime
somebodydiedorgotmarriedorhadabirthday.Heneededhiswifehome.”
“Hecutyouofffromyourfamily,yourfriends.Hewhittledyourworldrightdown,didn’the,andhammeredatyoutobegratefulforit.”
Hehad,ofcoursehehad.Shehadn’tseenithappeningbecauseitwassogradual—untilitwasjustherlife.
“SometimesIthoughthe
hatedme,buthedidn’t.Hedidn’tfeelthatmuchforme.Thefirstfewmonths,eventhefirstyear,itwasexcitingandfull,andhemademefeelsospecial.Ilethimruneverything.Iwasalongfortheride,andIwascarryingCallieandsohappyaboutit.Aftershecame,he...itwasdifferent.”
Shetookabreath,letherselfsettleintoit.
“Ithoughtitwas
different,”shesaidslowly,“becauseababychangesthings.Heneverpaidmuchattentiontoher,andifIsaidanythingaboutthat,he’dgetangryoractinsulted.Hewasmakingsureshehadagoodlife,wasn’the?Ididn’twanttotravelsomuchwiththebaby,andhedidn’tpush.Sohewasgonealot.Sometimeshe’dcomebackandthingswouldbegoodforawhile,sometimesnotsogood.I
neverknewwhichitwasgoingtobe.Icouldn’tanticipatehowitwasgoingtobe,soItriedtomakesureeverythingwasthewayhelikedit.Iwantedmygirltohaveapeaceful,happyhome.Thatwasthemostimportantthing.”
“Butyouweren’thappy.”“ItwasthelifeI’dmade,
EmmaKate.ThechoicesI’dmade.”
“Youchosetobeabused.”
Herspinewentstiffandhard.“HeneverlaidahandonmeorCallieinanger.”
“You’resmartenoughtoknowthat’snottheonlykindofabuse.”
Thoughhertonewasbrisk,no-nonsense,shekeptitlow,undertheotherchatter.Eveninanoisyrestaurantpeopleoftenheardwhatyou’drathertheydidn’t.
“Hemadeyoufeelless,feelsmallandstupidand
obliged.Andhecutyouoffasmuchashecouldfrompeoplewho’dmakeyoufeelwholeandspecialandreallyhappy.AndfromwhatI’mhearing,heusedCallietokeepyouinline.”
“Maybehedid.He’sdeadnow,soit’soverwith.”
“Wouldyouhavestayedwithhim,juststayedlivinglikethat?”
Frowning,Shelbyranafingeraroundtherimofher
glass.“Ithoughtaboutdivorce—I’dbethefirstinourfamily,andthatwasaweight.ButIthoughtaboutit,especiallywhenhewentonthislasttrip.Itwassupposedtobethethreeofus,afamilyvacation.Afewdaysinthewarm,butwhenCalliegotsickandwecouldn’tgo,hewentanyway.HeleftusintheawfulhousethedayafterChristmas,whereIdidn’tknowasoul,andourgirlwas
runningafever.”Nowshelookedup,and
someofthebottledragegleamedout.“Hedidn’tevensaygoodbyetoher,incaseshewascontagious,hesaid.Ithought,Hedoesn’tloveher.It’sokayifhedoesn’tloveme,buthedoesn’tloveourdaughter,andshedeservesbetter.Shedamnwelldeservesbetter.Ithoughtaboutadivorce,butIdidn’thavemoneyforalawyer,and
Ithoughthehadsomuchmoneyhemightgoaheadandgetthedivorce,andwhatifhetookCallietospiteme?Iwasthinkingwhattodo,howIcoulddoit,whentheycametothehouse,thepolice.Theysaidthere’dbeenanaccidentdowninSouthCarolina,theboat,andRichardwasmissing.”
Shepickedupthewinenow.“He’dcalledinanSOS,saidhewastakingonwater,
andtheenginehadgoneout.Theyweretalkingtohim,gettingthe—whatdoyoucallit?—bearingsorheadingsorwhateveritis,sendingoutarescueboat,buttheyhadlostcontact.
“Theyfoundtheboat,allwrecked,andtheysearchedforhim,foralmostaweek.Theyfoundsomeofhisthings.Hiswindbreaker,alltornup,andoneofhisshoes.Justone.Theyfoundoneof
thelifepreservers.Theysaidtheboatcapsized,andhegotwashedawayandlikelydrowned.SoIdidn’thavetothinkaboutgettingadivorce.”
“Ifyoufeelguiltyaboutthat,youarestupid.”
“Istoppedbeingguiltyaboutit.”
“There’salotmore,isn’tthere?”
“There’smore,butcanthisbeenoughfornow?Just
enoughforrightnow?”Needingthecontact,shereachedovertogripEmmaKate’shand.“I’msorryforhurtingyou,andI’msorryfornotbeingstrongenoughtostandupforwhatIknewwasrightandbest.Ijust...God,Ineedsomewater.”Sheglancedaroundforthewaitress,thenpushedoutofthebooth.“Wait!”
Whensherushedoff,skirtingaroundtables,trying
togetthroughthecrowdatthebar,EmmaKategotuptofollow.
“Areyousick?Thebathroomsaretheotherway.”
“No.IthoughtIsawsomebody.”
“AlotofsomebodiesinhereonWingNight.”
“No,somebodyfromPhiladelphia.ThisprivatedetectivewhocamelookingforRichard.”
“Privatedetective?Thatis
more.”“Couldn’thavebeenhim.
Noreasonforit.It’sjusttalkingsomuchaboutRichard,andthinkingaboutallofit.Idon’twanttothinkaboutitanymorerightnow.Iwantitoffmymindforrightnow.”
“Allright.”“Canwejusttalkabout
somethingelse?EvenMelodyandJolene,Idon’tcare.Anythingelse.”
“BonnieJoFarnsworth’sgettingadivorce.ShemarriedLesWickettinabig,fancyweddingnottwoyearsago.”
“Iheardaboutthat.She’stakenupwithBoydKatteryagain,andthey’reinFloridamaybecookingmethwithhiscousins.”
“Soyou’regettingbackintheloop.Let’sgositbackdown.IwantanotherbeersinceI’mnotdriving.”
Grateful,Shelbywalked
backwithher.“Youliveclose.”
“WeliveinoneoftheapartmentsoverMountainTreasuressoIleftmycarparkedandwalkedover.Letmefindthewaitressand...ohhell.”
“What?”“MattandGriffjustcame
in.Igotcaughtup.IwassupposedtotextMattifIdecidedIdidn’twanthimtocomeinandgivemean
excusetoditchyou.SinceIdidn’t,we’regoingtohavetheboysaroundsoIwon’tbeabletopryanymoreoutofyouonceyourelaxagain.”
“IsitenoughthatI’vetoldyoumorethananyonebutGranny?”
“It’lldofornow.”EmmaKatesmiled,wavedherhand.
“YourMatt’sawfulcute.”“Hereallyis.Andreally
goodwithhishands.”AsShelbychokedouta
laugh,Mattworkedhiswaythrough.HehookedhisreallygoodhandsunderEmmaKate’selbows,liftedheroffherfeet,kissedher.“There’smygirl.”Hesetheronherfeet,turnedtoShelby.“Andyou’reShelby.”
“It’snicetomeetyou.”“Reallyhappytomeet
you.Youtwoweren’tleaving,wereyou?”
“Justheadingbacktothetable,”EmmaKatetoldhim.
“I’mreadyforanotherround.”
“Thisone’sonGriff.”“TwoBlackBears.Ithink
I’mgoingforaBombardier.What’llyouhave,Shelby?”
“Iwasjustafteraglassofwater.”
“Idon’tknowifIcanaffordthat,butI’lldigdeepsinceit’syou.”
“I’mdriving,”Shelbysaidasanexplanationastheymaneuveredbacktothe
booth.“We’renot.”Mattsaidit
cheerfully,drapedanarmaroundEmmaKate’sshoulderswhentheysat.“Andwehadareallygoodday.PutinalittleOTatyourmother’s,hon,andthecountertop’sdone.”
“How’dshelikeit?”“Shedidn’tlikeit.She
lovedit.Toldyoushewould.”
“Youhavemorefaith,and
lessexperience,withMama’swafflingways.”
“Isawthekitchentheotherday,whensomeofthecabinetswerein,”ShelbytoldMatt.“Italreadylookedwonderful.Youdonicework.”
“Ilikeyourfriend.Shehasexcellenttasteandaverygoodeye.Howdoyoulikebeingbackhome?”
“Itfeelsgood,andright.It’sabigchangeforyoufrom
Baltimore.”“Icouldn’tletthisoneget
away.”“Thatshowsyouhave
excellenttasteandaverygoodeye.”
“We’lldrinktothatwhenGriffgetsbackwiththebeer.Hesaidyourdaughter’scuteastheycome.”
“Ithinkso.”“WhendidGriffsee
Callie?”EmmaKatewondered.
“Oh,hegavemearidehomethisafternoonwhenIfoundmyselfcartingthreegrocerybagsandCallieonfoot.Ihadabrainfreezeinthemarket.She’ssmittenwithhim.”
“Soundedlikehewassmittenwithher.So...”Smiling,MatttwirledalockofEmmaKate’shairaroundhisfinger.“Nowthatwe’resuchgoodfriends,tellmesomethingembarrassing
aboutEmmaKatehermotherwouldn’tknowabout.IthinkI’veworkedmostoftheembarrassingstoriesoutofBitsy.”
“Oh,Icouldn’tdothat.Icouldn’ttellyouaboutthetimeshestoletwocansofBudweiseroutofherdaddy’ssix-pack,andwesneakedoutofthehouseanddrankthemuntilshegotsickinhermother’shydrangeas.”
“Sick?Hydrangeasickon
onecanofBud?”“Wewerefourteen.”
EmmaKatenarrowedhereyesatShelby,buttherewasalaughinthem.“AndShelbywassicker.”
“Iwas.IchuggeditdownasfastasIcouldbecausethetastewassohardandsourtome,thenIsickeditallbackupagain.Ineverdidacquireagenuinetasteforbeer.”
“Shedoesn’tlikebeer?”Griffsetthepilsnersinfront
ofhisfriends,aglassofwaterwithasliceoflimeinfrontofShelby,thenslidinbesideherwithhisowndrink.“ThatmayaffectmyplansforplayinguptoyousoIcanenlistyourhelpinrunningoffwithViola.”
“He’snotaltogetherkidding.”Mattliftedhisglass.“Well,tofriends,evenwhentheydon’thavethegoodsensetodrinkbeer.”
•••
PRIVETSATOUTinhiscarmakingnotes.He’dparkedacrossthestreetfromwhereShelbyhadleftherminivan.Itseemedtohimtheyoungwidowwasenjoyingherself,havingaglassofwinewithanoldfriend.Shewasn’tquiteasobliviousashe’dthought,asshe’dnearlyspottedhim.
Nowitlookedlikeshewas
havingadoubledateinthelocalbarandgrill.
Andstillshe’dmadenosuspiciousmoves,washardlytossingmoneyaround.
Maybeshe’dhadnothingtodowithit,afterall.Maybeshedidn’tknowanything.
OrmaybeshewassmartenoughtosittightinNowhere,Tennessee,untilshethoughtthecoastwasclear.Consideringwhatwasatstake,hecouldgiveita
fewmoredays.Forhiscutofnearlythirty
million,hecouldsparethetime.
S9
hehadfun,grown-upfun,normal-night-out-with-peoplefun.She
sawglimmersofheroldfriendshipwithEmmaKatebreakthrough,anditgaveherhopethatitwouldbeam
brightagain.Seeingaman,andhe
seemedlikeagoodman,besotted—thatwasthewordthatcametohermind—overherfriendmadeherglowalittle.
Shelikedthewaytheylookedtogether,easyandcomfortablebutwithsomesparksoverthefamiliarity.She’dseenherfriendinlovebefore,butwiththeteenageangstanddramaandwonder
thatflamedlikeacometoveranightsky,andwasasquicklylostfromview.Whatshesawherestruckherasrealandgrounded,agood,sturdysaplingsinkingroots.
IfthelostyearscamehometohernotonlyinthewayEmmaKatefitwithMatt,buttheconnectionbetweenherandGriff,theobviousbrotherhoodbetweenhimandMatt,shecouldbegratefultheyopenedthatvery
tightunittoincludeherforanevening.
MaybeshehadtoworksometostayrelaxedsittingnexttoGriff—prettymuchhiptohipinthelittlebooth.Ithadbeensolongsinceshe’dbeenincloseproximitywithaman,whichexplainedtheoccasionalbellyflutters.Buthemadeconversationeasy—theyalldid.AndGoditfeltgoodnottotalkaboutherselfandherproblemsforanhour.
Shenursedherwatertomakeitalllast.
“Idon’tthinkthingshavechangedsomuchintheRidgethatitcould’vebeeneasytostartupanewbusiness,especiallysinceyou’renot...local.”
MattgrinnedatShelbyacrossthetable.“YoumeanforusYankees.”
“Thatwouldbeafactor.Butyoudohavethecutestaccent,”shesaid,andmade
himlaugh.“Ithelpswe’regood,andI
meandamngood.Thenthere’stheEmmaKatefactor.”Hegavehershaggyhairatug.“SomepeoplewerecuriousenoughabouttheYankeetheirownEmmaKatehookedupwithtohireusforsomeoddjobs.”
“Painting,”Griffcommented.“Ithoughtwe’dneverstoppainting.ThenEmmaKate’sfathergaveusa
boostwhenatreefellontheHallisterhouse.Theycalledhiminfortheroof,andhenudgedthemtousfortherest.Theirbadluckwasourgood.”
“ThatHallisterboy’sfamily?”Shelbywondered.“TheonemycousinLark’sgluedto?”
“That’stheone,”EmmaKateconfirmed.“AndGrannygavethemanotherlift.”
“Didshe?”“ShehiredDeweyTrake
andhiscrewoutofMaryvilletodotheRelaxationRoomatthedayspa,andfinishoffthelittlepatio.Somethisandthat,”EmmaKatecontinued.
“WhataboutMr.Curtis?Healwaysdidherwork.”
“Heretiredabouttwoyearsback,andevenGrannycouldn’tcoaxhimouttotakethisoneon.SoshehiredTrake,butthatdidn’tlasttwo
weeks.”“Shoddywork.”Griff
tippedbackhisbeer.“Overpriced,”Mattadded.“Grannythoughtso,and
firedhim.”“Ihappenedtobeinthere
atthetime.”Griffpickedupthestory,thateasyrhythm.“Man,shelitintohim.He’dhadaboutfourdaysonthejobandwasalreadyrunningbehind,makingnoisesaboutoverrunsanddelays.Alotof
bullshit,basically.Shehandedhimhisass,andtoldhimnottoletthedoorhititonthewayout.”
“SoundslikeGranny.”“That’swhenIfellfor
her.”Griffletoutasigh,endingitonwhatShelbywouldtermadreamysmile.“Somethingaboutawomanwhocanhandsomebodytheirassjustdoesitforme.Anyway,nottoletanopportunityslide—”
“DeweyTrake’sbadluckbeingyourgood.”
“Exactly.Iaskedherifshe’dletmetakealook.”
“Griff’sourcommunityliaison,”Mattsaid.
“AndMatthandlestheaccounting.Itworks.Itookalook,askedtoseetheplans,toldherIcouldhaveanestimateforherbythenextmorning,butballparkeditforheronthespot.”
“Youwereelevenhundred
off,”Mattremindedhim.“Ballpark,onthespot.She
measuredmeup—you’veprobablybeenmeasuredupbyMizVi.”
“Countlesstimes,”Shelbyagreed.
“Fellalittledeeper,butrestrainedmyselffromaskinghertorunawaywithme.Timing’severything.Shesaidsomethinglike:‘Boy,IwantthisdonebeforeChristmasandIwantitdoneright.You
getmethatestimate,writtendownproper,firstthinginthemorning,andifIlikeit,bepreparedtostartworkthenandthere.’”
“Itakeitshelikedit.”“Shedid,andtherestis
history,”Griffclaimed.“Onceyougetthethumbs-uparoundherefromViolaDonahue,you’reprettywellset.”
“Itdidn’thurtthatGriffwentoutandsnappedupthat
oldhouse,anditsfourovergrown,trash-strewnacres,”Mattputin.“Itwasjustcrying,‘Buyme,Griff,comeon!I’vegottremendouspotential.’”
“Itreallydoes,”Shelbyagreed,andearnedaquick,flashinggrinfromGriffthathadthosebutterfliesswarmingagain.
“Youcan’tmissitifyouknowwheretolook.Alotofpeoplethought—probably
stillthink—Iwascrazy.”“Thatprobablygaveyou
anothernice,heftylift.WedoprizeourcrazyintheSouth.”
“Why,youknowthatyoungLottboyfromuptoBaltimore?”EmmaKatebegan.
“Hemaybeaddled,”Shelbyfinished,“buthe’shandy.”
ShesawForrestwanderin.Checkinguponme,shethought.Somethingsdidn’t
change.“Thelaw’scoming,”Griff
commentedasForrestwalkedovertothebooth.“Hey,Pomeroy.Isthisaraid?”
“Off-duty.I’mhereforthebeerandwildwomen.”
“Thisone’staken.”MattsqueezedalittleclosertoEmmaKate.“Butyoucanslideinandgetthebeer.”
“Beerfirst.”HenoddedtowardShelby’sglass.“Isthatwater?”
“Yes,Daddy.Didyoucomefromhome?IsCalliedoingallright?”
“Yes,Mama.Shehadabubblebathofepicproportions,talkedhergranddaddyintotwostories,andwassleepingwithFifiwhenIleft.Youwantanotherroundofwater?”
“Ishouldprobablygetback.”
“Relax.Anotherround?”heaskedtherestofthetable.
“I’dtakeaDietCokethistime,Forrest,”EmmaKatetoldhim.“I’vehadmyquota.”
Whenherbrotherwentofftoorderthedrinks,Shelbylookedaround.“Iknowwedidn’tcomeinhereallthatmuch,butIdon’trememberiteverdoingthiskindofbusiness.”
“YoushouldseeiteveryotherSaturdaynight.”Sincehehadanothercoming,Matt
drainedhisbeer.“Theyhaveliveentertainment.GriffandIaretalkingtoTansy—andshe’stalkingtoDerrick—aboutaddingon—biggerstage,dancefloor,secondbar.”
“Theycoulduseitforprivateparties.”NowGriffscannedtheroom.“Youkeepitallinlinewiththeoriginalarchitecture,makesureyou’vegotgoodacoustics,goodtrafficflow.They’d
havesomething.”“Drinksarecoming.”
Forrestslidinontheedgeofthebench.“How’sthatkitchengoingforMizBitsy?”
“Acouplemoredays,”Mattsaid,“we’reoutofthere.”
“Youknow,mymama’stalkingaboutdoingabigmasterbathoffthebedroom.Withasteamshower.”HenarrowedhiseyesatGriff.“Youdidknow.”
“Maybewe’vehadafewwordsaboutit.”
“It’sgoingtoeatupShelby’soldroom,andasshehasClay’snowandCallie’sgotmine,that’sallthebedroomsthereare.”
“Areyouplanningonmovingbackinwithyourparents?”
“No,butyouneverknow.”HeshotShelbyaglance.“Doyou?Soifshegetsherway—andshewill—andmy
circumstanceschange,I’llbemovingintoyourplace.”
“I’vegottheroom.YoustillonforSunday?”
“Youstillbuyingthebeer?”
“Iam.”“ThenI’llbethere.”“Griff’stakingoutanother
wallortwoattheoldTripplehornplace,”EmmaKatetoldShelby.
“DoyouthinkwhenI’velivedtheretwentyyearsit’ll
betheoldLottplace?”“No,”Forrestsaidflatly.
“Hey,Lorna,how’reyoudoingtonight?”
Thewaitressservedthedrinks.“I’mdoingjustfine,butI’dbedoingbetterifIwassittingdownherehavingadrinkwithallthesehandsomemen.”
ShesetShelby’swaterinfrontofher,bussedtheempties.“Youwatchoutforthisone,honey.”Shegave
Griffapokeontheshoulder.“Amanthischarmingcantalkawomanintomostanything.”
“I’msafeenough.He’spiningformygrandmother.”
Lornasetthetrayofemptiesonherhip.“YouVi’sgrandbaby?Ofcourseyouare,youlookjustlikeher,tothelife.Well,she’ssureontopoftheworldhavingyouhome.Youandyourlittlegirl.Iwasinthesalontoday,
andsheshowedmeapictureshetookwithherphoneofyourbabyafterVididherhairup.Shecouldn’tbeprettier.”
“Thankyou.”“Justgiveahollerifyou
needsomethingelse.Iheardyou,Prentiss!”shecalledoverhershoulderwhenanothertablehailedher.“Keepaneyeonhimanyway,”shesaidtoShelby.
“Idon’trememberher.
ShouldIrememberher?”“YourememberMiss
Clyde?”“IhadherforEnglish
literature,twelfthgrade.”“Sodidweall.Lorna’sher
sister.ShemovedherefromNashvilleaboutthreeyearsago.Herhusbanddroppedstonedeadfromaheartattackatfifty.”
“That’ssad.”“Theydidn’thaveany
kids,soshepackedup,came
heretolivewithhersister.”Forresttookasipofhisbeer.“DerricksaysTansy’shisrighthandaroundthisplaceandLorna’shisleft.DidyouseeTansy?”
“Idid.Ittookmemorethanaminutetorecognizeher.Mattsaidthey’rethinkingaboutaddingonhere,puttinginadancefloorandastageandasecondbar.”
“Nowyou’vedoneit,”EmmaKatesaidasthetalk
turnedtodemolitionandmaterials.“It’llbenothingbutconstructiontalknow.”
Shelikedtheconstructiontalk,andtheextrahalfhourshetooktositwithherbrother.
“Thiswasnice,butI’vegottogeton.”
“I’llwalkyououttoyourcar,”Griffbeganasheslidovertoletherout.
“Don’tbesilly.Ithinkmybrotherkeepsthestreetsof
theRidgesafeenough.Youcantakemyseat,”shetoldForrest,“spreadoutalittle.”
“I’lldojustthat.Whydon’tyoutextmewhenyougethome?”
Shestartedtolaugh,sawhewasserious.“HowaboutItextyouifIhaveanytroublegettinghome,alloneandahalfmilesofit?’Night,everybody.Thanksforthedrink,Griff.”
“Itwaswater.”
“I’llseeifIcandomoredamagenexttime.”
Shewalkedouthappy.Happyenoughtorollthewindowsdowndespitethechill,turntheradioupandsingalong.Shedidn’tnoticethecarpullingoutafterherandfollowingherthatmileandahalf.
Insidethebar,Forrestswitchedseats.“Walkhertohercar?”
Griffstudiedhisbeer.
“Yoursister’shot.”“Don’tmakemepunch
you.”“Youcanpunchme,but
she’llstillbehot.”Forrestdecidedtoignore
him,shiftedhisfocustoEmmaKate.“Itlookslikeyoutwomadethingsup.”
“Wegotastartonit.”“Howmuchdidyouget
outofher?”“Enoughtobedamnsure
thatdeadhusbandofherswas
asonofabitch.Youfiguredhewas,Forrest.”
“Yeah,Ifiguredhewas.”Forrest’seyeschilled;hismouththinned.“Couldn’tdoagoddamnthingaboutit.”
“Whatkindofasonofabitch?”Griffdemanded.
“Thekindthatmadeherfeelstupidandsmallandkepthismoneyinatightfist.”Theangryheatshe’dbankeddownflashedoutnow.“Thekindwholikelyhadaffairs
whileshewashometakingcareofthebaby—thebabyIgottheclearimpressionhedidn’tpaymuchmindto.Andthere’smoretoit,Iknowthere’smore.Shedidn’tletitallouttonight.”
EmmaKatetookalongbreath.“Iswear,ifhehadn’tgottenhimselfkilled,I’dbeholdingyourcoatwhileyoukickedhisass,Forrest,oryou’dbeholdingmine.”
“Sheshould’vedonesome
ass-kickingherself.”“Ibetnobody’severmade
youfeelstupidorsmall.”Griffshookhishead.Hethoughtofthosesadeyes,andthebright,flirtatiouslittlegirl.
Hisangerwentonsimmer.Itcouldboilup—long,slowandrolling.Ifandwhenitboiledover,itscaldedtothebone.
“Mysisterwashookedupwithaguyforawhile.
Passive-aggressive,manipulativefucker.Hetwistedherupprettygood,andheonlyhadafewmonthstodoit.Nokidinvolved.Peoplelikethat,theystartoffmakingyoufeellikeyou’rethemostamazingthingontheplanet,you’reperfect,they’reluckytohaveyouintheirlife.Thentheystartchippingaway,alittleatatime.Gotonhertoloseweight,andmysisisnopudge.”
“She’snot,”Forrestagreed.“I’vemether.Yoursister’shot.”
“Wellplayed.ThisjerkwasalloverJolie.Whydidn’tshedosomethingwithherhair?Ifshecouldn’taffordabettersalonsinceshe’sstuckworkinginsomedead-endjob,he’dpayforit.Histreat.”
“Kickandkiss,”Mattsaid.“Irememberthatguy.WhenJoliefinallybrokeitoff,Griffbaitedhimintotakinga
swing.”“Ineededtogetapunch
in,andthatwayIcouldsayhethrewthefirst.”
“It’sstillassault.”“Shutup,Deputy,itwas
worthit.”“Shelbywasalwaysso...
what’stheword?”Forrestmuttered.
“Vibrant,”EmmaKatesupplied.“Shewentafterthings.Shewouldn’twalkoversomebodytogetit,but
she’dgohead-to-headwithyou.Andifyoutriedwalkingoverherorsomebodyelse,especiallysomebodyelse?”ShepausedtoglanceatGriff.“Yougotyourasshandedtoyou.”
“She’sstillvibrant.Youtwodon’tseeitmaybebecauseyou’veknownherallyourlives.ButIseeit.”
EmmaKatecockedherheadatGriff.“Why,GriffinLott.Shelbysaidherlittlegirl
wassmittenwithyou.Areyousmittenwiththemama?”
“Herbrother’ssittingrighthere,andhe’salreadythreatenedtopunchme.”
“She’dbeyourtype,”Mattputin.
“Mytype?”“Becauseyoudon’thavea
type,aslongasshe’sfemale.”
“Herbrother’ssittingrighthere,”Griffrepeated,andappliedhimselftohisbeer.
•••
SHELBYKEPTTHEPLAYDATEintheparkandenjoyeditnearlyasmuchasCallie.Bestofall,sheandChelsea’smothermadeanarrangement.TraceywouldwatchthegirlsforafewhourswhileShelbyransomeerrandsthenextday,andtwodayslater,Shelbywoulddothesameforher.
Everybodywonalittlesomething.
Andmaybe,shethoughtassheonceagainexaminedherwardrobe,she’dnetherselfatleastapart-timejob.
Sheoptedforadress—simplelinesinpaleyellowforspring—andagoodpairofnudepumps,withashortwhitejackettosetitoff.
Shepulledherhairbackintoatail,fastenedonearringswithlittlepearldrops.Costume,asshe’dhadthemsincecollege,butpretty
andrightfortheoutfit.Withhermotherbackat
work,sheandCalliehadthehousetothemselves,andshedidn’thavetoexplainshewasgearingupforajobhunt.Ifshegotluckyandlandedone,she’dpresentitallasafaitaccompli.
Ifshegotajobandsoldthehouse?She’ddohandspringsupanddownHighStreetinfrontofGodandeverybody.
“Mama’spretty.”“Callie’sprettier.”Shelby
glancedoverwhereCalliesatonthebed,methodicallystrippingtheclothesofftwoBarbiedolls.
“Baby,whyareyourBarbiedollsnaked?”
“TheyneedtochangeclothesforChelsea’shouse.ChelseahasakittynamedSnowWhite.CanIhaveakitty?”
NowShelbylookeddown
attheolddogwhosnoredatthefootofthebed.“AndhowdoyouthinkClancywouldfeelaboutthat?”
“Hecouldplaywiththekitty.Mykitty’sname’sFiona,likeShrek.CanIhaveakitty,please,Mama?Andapuppy.Iwantapuppymost.”
“Itellyouwhat,whenwegetahouseofourown,we’llseeaboutgettingakitty.”
“Andapuppy,too!Thepuppy’snameisDonkey,like
Shrek.”“We’llseeaboutthat.”Richardhadhadano-pet
policy.Well,whenshehadahouseforCallie,they’dhaveadogandacat.
“Andapony!”“Nowyou’repushingit,
CallieRose.”Butshescoopedherup,spunheraround.“IsMamareallyprettytoday?Iwanttolookmybesttoday.”
“Mama’sbeautiful.”
Shepressedhercheektoherdaughter’s.“Callie,you’remybestthingintheworld.”
“IsittimetogotoChelsea’shouse?”
“Justabout.Youdressthosedolls,thenwecanputthemintheCalliebagandtakethemtoChelsea’shouse.”
Onceshe’ddroppedCallieoff,chattedwithTracey,sheheadedstraightintotown.
Shewascapable,shetoldherself.Shewassmartenoughtolearn.Sheevenknewalittleaboutart,andsheknew—orhadknown—someofthelocalartistsandcraftspeople.Itmadeperfectsensetotrytowrangleapart-timejobatTheArtfulRidge.
Aftersheparked,shesatforamoment,gatheringherself.
Don’tactdesperate.Ifworsecomestoworst,buy
something.Shecoulddothis.Fixingasmileonherface,
ignoringthechurninginherbelly,shegotoutofthecar,strolleddownthesidewalk,andintoTheArtfulRidge.
Oh,itwaspretty—she’dlovetospendtimehere.Itsmelledofscentedcandlesandglowedwithnaturallight.Shesawhalfadozenthingsataglanceshe’dbehappytohaveinherownhome,onceshegotone.
Wrought-ironcandlesticks,paleblueblown-glasswineglasses,apaintingofamountainstreamonamistymorning,along,sinuousjarthecoloroftopcreampolishedlikeglass.
Tracey’spottery,too—andshelovedthetulip-shapedstackingbowls.
Glassshelvessparkled,andwhiletheoldwoodfloorcreakedalittle,itheldasubtlegleam.
Thegirlwhocamearoundthecountercouldn’thavebeenmorethantwentyandworeahalfdozencolorfulstudsaroundthecurveofherear.
Notincharge,Shelbythought,butmaybeagateway.
“Goodmorning.AnythingIcanhelpyouwithtoday?”
“It’sjustbeautifulinhere.”
“Thankyou!Wecarry
localartistsandartisans.Therearesomanytalentedpeopleinthearea.”
“Iknowit.Oh,that’soneofmycousin’spaintings.Asetofthem.”Shesteppedovertoagroupingoffoursmallwatercolors.
“You’reacousintoJesslynPomeroy?”
“Iam,onmydaddy’sside.I’mShelbyPomeroy.Foxworthnow.”
Whoyourpeoplewere
mattered,Shelbyknew,andcouldbeanothergateway.“She’smyuncleBartlet’smiddledaughter.We’reallsoproudofher.”
“WesoldoneofherpaintingsjustlastSaturdaytoamanfromWashington,D.C.”
“Isn’tthatwonderful?CousinJessie’sartonsomebody’swallinWashington,D.C.”
“Areyouvisitingthe
Ridge?”“Iwasbornandraised
here,andwhileI’vebeenawayafewyears,I’vemovedbackhome.Justafewdaysago,actually.I’vebeensettlingin.Thefactis,I’dliketofindsomepart-timework.Itwouldbejustlovelytoworkinashoplikethis,withmycousin’sartrightthere.
“AndTraceyLee’s,”sheadded,asitneverhurtto
knowpeople.“Herlittlegirlandminehavebecomebestfriendsalready.”
“Wecan’tkeepTracey’scoffeemugsontheshelf.Theyjustflyoutofhere.MysisterTate’smarriedtoRobbie’s—that’sTracey’shusband—toRobbie’scousinWoody.They’relivingupinKnoxville.”
“WouldthatbeTateBrown?”
“That’sright.It’s
Bradshawnow,butthat’smysister.YouknowTate?”
“Ido.ShedatedmybrotherClayforatimewhentheywereinhighschool.Soshe’smarriedandlivinginKnoxville?”
Gateways,Shelbythought,astheychattedaboutfamilyconnections.
“We’rejuststartingtolookforsomeextrahelp,fortheseason.Wouldyouliketotalktothemanageraboutit?”
“Iwould,thankyou.”“Justgivemeaminute.
Browsearoundifyoulike.”“Iwill.”Infact,assoonas
thegirlwasoutofsight,Shelbycheckedthepriceonthetalljar.Wincedalittle.Afairprice,sheimagined,butalittleoutofherreachrightnow.
She’dmakeitagoal.Whenthegirlcameback
momentslater,thefriendlyhaddrainedoutofhereyes,
andhertonewascool.“Youcangoonuptothe
office.I’llshowyou.”“Thankyou.Itmustbe
nice,”Shelbycontinuedastheywalkedtothebackoftheshop.Hererusticwoodencasesandshelvesheldpotteryandtextiles.“Workingaroundalltheseprettythings.”
“Yougorightupthestairshere,it’sthefirstdooryoucometo.It’sopen.”
“Thanksagain.”Shewentupthesturdy
stairs,turnedintoaroombackedwiththreenarrowwindowsthatopeneduptoaviewoftheRidgeandtheriseofthehills.
Herewasartandprettythingsaswell,asweetchairwithcurvylegsdoneindeepblue,andawonderfulolddeskrefinishedsotheoakshonegold.Avaseofredrosesandbaby’sbreathstood
onit,alongwithacomputerandaphone.
Ittookheronlyamomenttofocusinonthewomanbehindthedesk—andunderstandtheabruptchangeintheclerk’sdemeanor.
“Why,hello,Melody.Ihadnoideayouworkedhere.”
“Imanagethegallery.Mygrandmamaboughtitjustaboutayearagoandaskedmetogetitinshapeforher.”
“Well,fromwhatIsee,you’vedoneawonderfuljobofit.”
“Thankyou.Youhavetodowhatyoucanforfamily,don’tyou?Andlookatyou.”Sherosethen,acurvywomaninafitteddressofrosypink.Herblondhairfellinalong,softwavetohershoulders,sweepingaroundaheart-shapedfacewithporelessskinglowingfromanexperthandwithbronzeroragood
self-tanner.ShelbyknewMelody
wouldneverexposeherfacetothesunandrisklinesandspots.
Hereyes,achillyblue,flickedoverShelbyasshewalkedover,movedinforacheekbump.
“Youhaven’tchangedabit,haveyou!Mygoodness,thishumiditythat’smovinginmustplayhavocwithyourhair.”
“Ithelpstohaveeasyaccesstogoodsalonproducts.”Yourscouldusearoottouch-up,shethought,asnoonemadeherhacklespricklefasterthanMelodyBunker.
“I’msureitdoes.Iheardyouwereback.It’sjusttragicaboutyourhusband,Shelby.Justtragic.Youhaveallmysympathy.”
“Thankyou,Melody.”“Andbackwhereyou
startednow,aren’tyou?Livingbackwithyourmama,aren’tyou?Oh,please,haveaseat.”Melodyleanedahipbackonthedesk,holdingthehigherground,thepositionofpower.“Andhowareyou,Shelby?”
“I’mfine.I’mhappytobehomeagain.How’syourmama,Melody?”
“Oh,she’sdoingfine.We’regoingtoMemphisinacoupleweeks,havingafew
days,doingsomeshopping,stayingatthePeabody,ofcourse.”
“Ofcourse.”“Youknowhowharditis
tofinddecentclothesaroundhere,sowetrytogetintoMemphiseveryseason.Ihavetoadmit,IneverthoughttoseeyoubackintheRidge,butbeingawidow,youmustneedthecomfortoffamily.”
“Theyareacomfort.”“ButIsurewassurprised
whenKellycameupandsaidyouweredownstairsandaskingaboutwork,whatwithallthetalkabouthowwelloffyouwere,landingyourselfarichhusband.Andyouhaveadaughter,don’tyou?”
Thoseblueeyessparklednow,butitwasn’twithfriendshiporcamaraderie.“Somesaythathelpedwiththelanding.”
“I’msuretheydo,assomewillsayallmannerof
unattractivethingsjusttoheartheirownvoice.I’dliketowork,”Shelbysaidsimply.
“I’dsureliketohelpyouout,Shelby,butworkinghereatTheArtfulRidgetakescertainrequirements.Idon’tsupposeyou’veeverworkedacashregisterinyourlife.”
Melodyknewverywellshehad,atthesalon.
“IranonesinceIwasfourteen,weekendsandsummersatmy
grandmother’ssalon.Iwasassistantmanagerofthebookstoreincollege—UniversityofMemphis,ifyoucan’trecall.Thatwasafewyearsago,butI’msureIcouldgetreferencesifyouneedthem.Iknowhowtoworkaregister,acomputer,Iknowmostofthebasicsoftwares.”
“Afamilybeautyparlorandacollegebookstoredon’tgiveyoumuchofa
foundationforanupscaleshowplaceofartsandcrafts.Anddoyouknowhowtosell?Workingabookstoreincollege?Why,thatsortofthingsellsitself,doesn’tit?Wecarryasuperiorrangeofart,alotofitexclusivetous.We’realandmarkinthistownnow.Inthecounty,cometothat.Andwe’vegotareputation.”
“I’msurethereputation’searned,consideringwhatyou
showcasehere,andhowyoudisplayit.ThoughI’dhavetakenthosecane-backchairsfromthefrontandputthematthatburlwoodtableintheback,donesomethinginterestingonthetablewiththepotterydishesandsomewineglasses,someofthetextiles.”
“Oh,wouldyou?”Sheonlysmiledatthe
frigidtone.“Iwould,butthat’sme.AndIcansayso
becauseyoudon’thaveanyintentionofgivingmeajob.”
“Iwouldn’tthinkofit.”Withanod,Shelbyrose.
“That’syourloss,Melody,becauseI’dhavebeenanassettoyourgrandmother’sbusinesshere.Iappreciatethetime.”
“Whydon’tyougoovertoVi’s?I’msureyourgrandmothercouldfindyouworkthere,suitedtoyourskillsandexperience.Shehas
toneedsomeonesweepingupandwashingoutthesinks.”
“Youthinkthat’sbeneathme?”Shelbyangledherhead.“I’mnotsurprised,Melody,notatallsurprised.Youhaven’tchangedsincehighschool,andstillholdingagrudgebecausetheyputthatHomecomingcrownonmyheadinsteadofyours.That’sawfulsad.It’sjustawfulsadyourlifehasn’tgottenanyricherormoresatisfying
sincehighschool.”Shewalkedout,headup,
starteddown.“Iwassecond-runner-up
MissTennessee!”Shelbyglancedback,
smiledatMelody,whostood,handsonhips,atthetopofthestairs.“Blessyourheart,”shesaid,andcontinueddown,andstraightout.
Shewantedtoshake.Shewasn’tsureifitwasangerorhumiliation,butshewanted
toshake.Walkitoff,sheorderedherself,andcrossedthestreet.
Herfirstinstinctwastogotothesalon,ventitallout,butsheturnedsharply,headedforthebarandgrill.
MaybeTansycoulduseanotherwaitressatBootlegger’s.
Runningonthatangerandhumiliation,shebangedonthedoor.Maybetheydidn’topenforanotherhalfhour,
butsomebody,byGod,wasinthere.
Onhersecondseriesofbangings,thedooropened.Thetough-lookingguyinaT-shirtwithcut-offsleevesthatshowedoffarmswithmusclescarvedlikeamountainrangegaveheronehardlookoutofeyesblackasonyx.
“We’renotopenuntileleven-thirty.”
“Iknowthat.Itsaysso
clearenough.I’mlookingforTansy.”
“Whywouldthatbe?”“Thatwouldbemy
business,so...”Shebrokeoff,boredownonherself.“I’msorry—Iapologize.I’mupsetandI’mbeingrude.I’mShelby,afriendofTansy’s.I’dliketotalktoheraminuteifshe’saround.”
“Shelby.I’mDerrick.”“Oh,Tansy’shusband.It’s
nicetomeetyou,Derrick,
andIreallyamsorryforbeingrude.I’veembarrassedmyself.”
“Bygones.It’sclearyou’reupset.Comeonin.”
Acoupleofwaitstaffdidsetupsonthetables.IntherelativequietShelbyheardkitchennoises,raisedvoices.
“Whydon’tyouhaveaseatatthebar?I’llgetTansy.”
“Thankyou.Iwon’ttakemuchtime.”
Shesat,triedtofallbackontheyogabreathingshe’dpracticedwhenshe’dtakenclassesinAtlanta.Itdidn’thelp.
Tansycamein,allsmiles.“I’msogladyoucameby.Wedidn’treallyhavetimetotalklastnight.”
“IwasrudetoyourDerrick.”
“Shewasn’tthatrude,andshe’salreadyapologizedtwice.Wantadrink?”he
askedher.“I—”“HowaboutaCoke?”
Tansysaid.“God,yes.Thanks.I’m
repeatingmyself,butI’msorry.IjusthadalittlealtercationwithMelodyBunker.”
Tansyslidontoastool.“WantsomethingstrongerthanaCoke?”
“I’mtempted,butnothanks.Iwentoverthereto
seeifIcouldgetapart-timejob.IwishIdidn’tliketheplacesomuch.It’sjustwonderful,andhassuchagoodfeelaboutit.UntilIwentupstairsandtalkedtoMelody.Shewasasbitingasanestofrattlers,Iswear.Wouldn’tyouthinkshe’dletgoofhighschool?”
“Hertypeneverletsgoofanything.I’mtheonewho’ssorry.Isentyouoverthere.Ididn’tthinkaboutMelody—I
trynotto.”TansysentDerrickasmile
whenheputagingeraleinfrontofher.“Thanks,baby.Melody’sonlyintheretwoorthreehoursaday,andonlyafewdaysoutoftheweek.Otherwiseshe’sofftosomeclubmeetingorgettinghernailsdone,orhavinglunchupatthebigrestaurant.It’sRoseanne,theassistantmanager,whoreallyrunstheplace.”
“Whoeverrunsit,Melodywouldburnittothegroundbeforeshehiredmeon.Thankyou,”shesaidtoDerrickwhenhesettheCokeinfrontofher.“I’msureI’mgoingtolikeyoubecauseyouhavesuchgoodtasteinwives.AndIloveyourplace.Ihadthebesttimeherelastnight.Oh,andcongratulationsonthebaby.”
“Thataboutcoversit.Ialreadylikeyou.”Hepoured
himselfafizzywater.“Tansy’stoldmeaboutyou,andhowyou’dtakeupforherwhensomebodylikethatbitchacrossthestreetpickedonher.”
“Derrick,youshouldn’tcallherthat.”
“Sheisabitch,”Shelbysaid,anddrank.“AtleastIgavehersomeofherownback.It’sbeenawhilesinceI’vegivenanybodysomeoftheirownback.Anditfelt
damngood.Maybealittletoogood.”
“Youwerealwaysgoodatit.”
“WasI?”Calmer,Shelbysmiled,sipped.“Itsurecamebacktome.SmokewasspiralingoutofherearswhenIleft,sothat’ssomething.So,Iwon’tbeworkingthereintheforeseeablefuture.Iwonderifyouneedanyhelphere.Anotherwaitress,maybe?”
“Youwanttowaittables?”“Iwantajob.No,Ineeda
job,”Shelbyamended.“That’sthetruth.Ineedajob.I’mmakingtheroundstodaywhileTraceyLee’sgotmyCalliewithherChelsea.Ifyou’renothiring,that’sallright.I’vegotalistI’mgoingdown.”
“Haveyoueverdoneanywaitressing?”Derrickaskedher.
“I’veclearedplentyof
tables,servedplentyoffood.I’mnotafraidofhardwork.I’monlylookingforpart-timenow,but—”
“Waitressingisn’tforyou,Shelby,”Tansybegan.
“Allright.Thanksforlistening,andfortheCoke.”
“I’mnotdone.DerrickandI,we’vebeentalkingaboutaddingsomeentertainmentonFridaynights.Wehave,”sheinsistedwhenDerrickfrowned.
“Talkedaboutit,some.”“TwoSaturdaysamonth
wehavealiveband,andwedogood,strongbusiness.We’daddtoFridaynight’stillwithsomeentertainment.I’llhireyourightnow,Shelby,tosingonFridaynights,eighttomidnight.”
“Tansy,Iappreciateyouroffering,butIhaven’tdoneanythinglikethatinyears.”
“Doyoustillhaveyourvoice?”
“It’snotthat...”“Wecouldn’tpayalot,at
leastuntilweseehowitgoes.Forty-minutesets,andtenofthetwentybetweenyou’dworkthecrowdsome.Goaroundthetables.WhatIwantistotryakindofweeklytheme.”
“She’sgotideas,”Derrickmuttered,butwithasparkofpride.
“Ihavegoodideas.”Withthegingeraleinonehand,
Tansytappedafingeronthebar.“Andthisgoodideaiswe’dstartoffwiththeforties.Songsfromtheforties,specialtydrinksfromthen.Whatdidtheydrinkbackthen?Martinisorboilermakers.I’llfigurethatout,”shesaid,wavingitaside.
“Nextweekit’sthefifties,andweworkourwayup.It’sallnostalgia.We’lldrawinalotofpeople.I’llgetitsetup.
We’lluseakaraokemachinefornow.Maybeifwedotheexpansion,wecangetapiano,orwecanhireacoupleofmusicians.Forrightnow,tostart,we’llgetthatkaraokemachine,Derrick,becausewe’regoingtostartdoingKaraokeMondays,too.”
“She’sgotideas,”hesaidagain.
“Igotonesayspeoplejustlovehearingthemselvessingwhethertheycan’tpipeouta
singletruenote.They’llbeflockinginhereMondaynights.AndnowFridays,too.That’swhatwe’llcallit—just‘FridayNights.’Iknowit’sonlyonenightaweek,Shelby,butthat’llgiveyouroomtofindsomedayworkifyouneedit.”
“Areyouallrightwithallthis?”ShelbyaskedDerrick.
“Shemanagestheplace.Ijustownit.”
“NotthisFriday,”Tansy
continued,steamrollingoverthemboth.“It’stoosoon,andIhavethingstoputtogether.NextFriday.You’llwanttocomeinacoupletimes,rehearse,onceIgetitsetup.We’regoingtoneedthatexpansion,Derrick,oncewegetthisgoing.You’dbettertalktoMattandGriff,getthatnailedrightsoon.”
“Yes,ma’am.”“So.Shelby?”Shelbyblewoutabreath,
drewinanother.“Allright.I’min—andifitdoesn’tworkout,nohardfeelings.ButI’min,andgrateful.I’llbeyourFridayNights.”
S10
heallbutdancedovertothesalon.
“Why,don’tyoulookatreat,”Violasaidtheminuteshesteppedin.“Sissy,youremembermygranddaughter,Shelby.”
ThatstartedawindingconversationwiththewomaninViola’schairwhileViolaremovedaforestofenormousrollersandbeganthestyling.
Theminuteshehadanopening,Shelbyannouncedhernews.
“Won’tthatbesomething?TansyandherDerrick,they’remakingsomethingoutofthatplace,andthereyou’llbe.Aheadliner.”
Shelbylaughed,
automaticallyshiftingthebasketofusedrollersoutofhergrandmother’sway.“It’sonlyFridaynights,but—”
SissyinterruptedwithastoryaboutherdaughterstarringinthehighschoolmusicalwhileViolapoofedherhairtotwiceitsvolume.
“Ireallyshouldgeton.IguessMama’sdoingatreatment.”
“Back-to-backfacials.Tracey’sgotCalliefora
whileyet,doesn’tshe?”Violaasked.“Igotabreakcomingup.”
“Istillhaveacoupleofstopstomake.IthoughtI’dseeifMountainTreasuresishiringpart-time,ormaybeTheWhat-NotPlaceasTansysaystheydowellwithtouristsandlocals.”
“IgotsomesweetDepressionglassteacupstheretogowithmycollection,”Sissytoldher.
“It’sonmylist.TheArtfulRidgeisn’tasthey’renothiring,atleastnotmeaslongasMelodyBunkerhasasayinit.”
“Melody’sbeenjealousofyousinceyouwerechildren.”Knowingherclient,Violasprayedafiercecloudofholdingsprayoverthemountainofhair.“Youbegratefulshedidn’thireyou,babygirl.Ifyouworkedoverthere,she’dmakeyourdaysa
misery.There,Sissy.Bigenoughforyou?”
“Ohnow,Vi,youknowIliketomakeastatementwithmyhair.Godblessedmewithplentyofit,soIlikeputtingittouse.Itlooksjustwonderful.Nobodydoesituplikeyou.I’mhavinglunchwithmygirlfriends,”shetoldShelby.“Doingitfancy,upatthehotel.”
“Won’tthatbefun?”Ittookafewminutesmore
toscootSissyalong,thenViolablewoutabreath,satinthechair.“Nexttime,Iswear,I’lljustuseabicyclepumponthathairofhers.Now,howmanydaysaweekyouthinkingofworking?”
“Icoulddothreeorfour—maybeevenfivewithshorterhoursifIcanworkoutadealwithTracey,andmaybeaskMamatofillinwithCallieotherwise.Anymorethanthat,I’dhavetoseeabout
takinghertodaycare.”“That’deatupyour
paycheck.”“Iwashopingtowaitfor
thefallforit,givehertimetosettlein,butImayhavetodoitsooner.It’llbegoodforhertobearoundotherkids.”
“Trueenough.Here’swhatI’mgoingtosaytoyou.Idon’tknowwhyyou’regoingovertoMountainTreasuresandotherplaceswhenIcanuseyourighthere.Youcould
helpwiththephones,thebook,thestockandsupplies,andthecustomers.Andyoucouldhelpkeepthingsorganizedasyou’vegotanorganizednature.Youfindsomethingyoulikebetter,that’sfine.Butforrightnow,Icoulduseyouthreedaysaweek.Fourwhenwe’rebusy.YoucouldbringCallieinhereandthere.Youspentplentyofyourtimeinthesalonwhenyouwereher
age.”“Idid.”“Didithurtyouany?”“No,Ilovedit.I’vegot
goodmemoriesofplayinghere,listeningtotheladiestalk,gettingmyhairandnailsdonelikeagrown-up.Idon’twanttotakeadvantage,Granny.Idon’twantyoutomakeworkforme.”
“It’snottakingadvantageormakingworkwhenIcanuseyou.Ican’tsayyou’dbe
doingmeafavorasI’dhavetopayyou.Itmakesgoodsense,unlessyoujustdon’twanttoworkhere.”
“Iwishyouwould,”Crystalcalledoverfromherstation.“Itwouldsavetherestofusfromhavingtoanswerthephoneorcheckthebookforwalk-insifDottie’sinthebackorit’shertimeoff.”
“Icoulduseyouthreedaysaweektentothree,andon
Saturdaysfromninetofourwhenwe’rehopping.”Violapaused,seeingthehesitationonShelby’sface.“Ifyoudon’ttakethejob,I’llhavetohiresomebodyelse.That’safact.Crystal?”
“Thatisafact.Wewerejusttalkingaboutlookingforsomebodytocomeinpart-time.”Withtherat-tailcombinherhand,Crystalcrossedherheart.“Iswearonit.”
“We’dneedtogoover
somethingsasit’sbeensometimesinceyoudidanyfillinginaroundhere,”Violacontinued,“butyou’reabrightgirl.Iexpectyou’dcatchonquick.”
ShelbylookedoveratCrystal.“You’reswearingshe’snotmakingbusyworkforme?”
“Shesureisn’t.Dottie’sdoingalotofrunningbetweenthesalonandthetreatmentrooms,backinthe
lockerandrelaxationareas.AndSashahardlyhastimeforthatanymoresinceshegotherlicenseandshe’sdoingfaceandbodytreatments.Wekeepupwithit,butitwouldsurebenicetohavesomebodydoingmoreoftherunning.”
“Allright.”Shelbyletoutasurprisedlaugh.“I’dlovetoworkhere.”
“Thenyou’rehired.Youcangivemethehouryou’d
havespentgoingallaroundseeingaboutajob,andgointhebackthere.Towelsshouldbedrybynow.Youcouldfoldthemandbringthemout,putthematstations.”
Shelbyleaneddown,pressedhercheektoViola’s.“Thankyou,Granny.”
“You’llbebusy.”“That’sjustwhatIwant,”
Shelbysaid,andgottowork.
•••
BYTHETIMEshegothomewithCallieshe’dworkedoutadoableschedule.She’dbarteronedayaweekwithTracey,payherfortwodayswhenSaturdaywascalledfor,andAdaMaescoopeduptheotherdayasher“GammaandCallieDay.”
Wheneveritdidn’twork,she’dtakeCalliewithher.
Fridaynightshermotherandgrandmotherwouldswitchoff—theiridea,she
thought,asshepulledinthedrive.
Shecouldearnadecentenoughliving,herchildwouldbewellcaredfor.Shecouldn’taskformore.
AndasCalliegotthatglassy-eyedlookontheshortdrivehome,Shelbycalculatedshecouldgetherdownforanaprightoff,thenspendsometimelookingupsongsfromtheforties,startingherplaylist.With
Calliehalfasleeponhershoulder,shestartedstraightupstairs.
ShemadetheturntowardCallie’sroom,swayingandhummingtokeepherdaughterinthenapzone,thenletoutashortscreamwhenGriffsteppedintothehallway.
Calliejumpedinherarms,andratherthanashortscream,blastedoutawailingscreech.
“Sorry!”Griffdraggedtheearbudsoff.“Ididn’thearyou.Sorry.Yourmothersaid—Hey,Callie,I’msorryIscaredyou.”
ClutchingShelby,Calliestaredathim,sobbing,thenthrewherselfathim.Hehadtoscrambleforward,grabhold.Callieclung,cryingonhisshoulder.
“It’sokay.It’sallright.”HerubbedherbackashesmiledatShelby.“Your
motherwantsthatnewbathroom.IsaidI’dstopoverfirstchance,makesureonthemeasurements.Wow,youlookreallygood.”
“I’mjustgoingtositdownaminute.”Shedidso,rightonthetopstep.“Ididn’tseeyourtruck.”
“IwalkedoverfromMizBitsy’s.We’rejustpunchingoutthere,sowecanstartherenextweek.”
“Nextweek?”
“Yeah.”HepattedandjiggledasCallie’stearsdissolvedintosniffles.“We’vegotacoupleoflittlejobs,butwe’lljugglethisin.Ihadmusicinmyears,soIdidn’thearyou.”
“That’sokay.Iprobablydidn’tneedthoselasttenyearsofmylife.I’mjustgoingtoputherdownforhernap.”
“I’vegotit.Overinhere,right?”
HesteppedintoCallie’sroom.BythetimeShelbypushedup,walkedacross,hehadheronthebed,underherlightblanket,andwasquietlyansweringthesingsongquestionssheoftencameupwithatnaporbedtime.
“Kiss,”Calliedemanded.“Yougotit.”Hekissedher
cheek,stoodup,glancedatShelby.“Isthatit?”
“That’sit.”Butshedidacome-awaymotion,and
easedout.“It’sonlythateasybecausesheworeherselfoutatChelsea’s.”
“Shesmellslikecherries.”“Juicebox,Iimagine.”Andhermothersmellslike
amountainmeadow—freshandsweetandwildallatonce.Maybethewordofthedayshouldbe“pheromones.”
“Youreallydolookgood.”“Oh,I’vebeenjob
hunting,triedtolookpresentable.”
“Youwentwayoverpresentableinto”—hecaughthimselfon“hot”—“excellent.How’dyoudoonthejobhunt?”
“Ididgreat,outoftheparkwithbasesloaded.”
Jesus,baseballmetaphor.Hemighthavetomarryher.
“IwantaCoke,”shedecided.“DoyouwantaCoke?”
“Iwouldn’tturnonedown.”Especiallysinceit
meanthegotalittlemoretimewithher.“Sowhat’sthejob?”
“Now,that’smuchtoodirectforaroundhere,”shewarnedhimastheystarteddownstairs.“WehavetoworkuptohowIwentaboutgettingit.”
“Sorry,stillsheddingtheYankee.”
“Well,don’tsheditall,itworksforyou.Whatwereyoulisteningto?”Shetapped
herears.“Oh,it’saprettyeclectic
playlist,Iguess.IthinkitwasTheBlackKeyswhenIcutthattenyearsoffyourlife.‘Fever.’”
“AtleastIlostadecadetoasongIlike.Nowtoyourquestion.First,IgotmybuttkickedandmyegoflattenedwhenItriedforajobatTheArtfulRidgeasmyhighschoolrival,atleastinhermind,managesit.”
“MelodyBunker.Iknowher.Shehitonme.”
“Shedidnot.”Amazed,shestoppedshort,gapedupandgavehimachancetolookclose.Hereyesreallywerealmostpurple.
“Didshereally?”“She’dhadacoupleof
drinks,andIwasnewintown.”
“Areyougoingtotellmeifyouhitback?”
“Ithoughtaboutit,”he
saidashewalkedtothekitchenwithher.“She’sgreattolookat,butthere’sthatmeanstreak.”
“Noteveryone—particularlythosewhoaremale—noticethat.”
“I’vegotaprettygoodeyeformean.Shewaswithanothergirl,andtherewasalotof...HowdoIputthiswithoutsaying‘meow’?”
“Youcansayit,itfitsher.She’salwaysbeencatty.And
shedoeshaveameanstreak,deepandwide.Shetriedherbesttomakemefeelstupidanduselesstoday,butshedidn’tmanageit.She’sfollowingafterasuperioractinthatareaofmean,andfellshort,wellshort.”
Shecaughtherself,shookherheadasshegotoutCokes,glasses.“Doesn’tmatter,anditwasforthebest.Formorethanthebest.”
“Whatdidshesaytoyou
—oristhattoodirect?”“Oh,shestartedwithsnide
littlecommentsaboutmyhair.”
“Youhaveamazinghair.Magicmermaidhair.”
Shelaughed.“That’safirst.Magicmermaidhair.I’llhavetousethatwithCallie.Inanycase,MeanMelodygotinafewjabsaboutmycurrentcircumstance,whichItoleratedasIwantedthedamnjob.Shemovedon,
though,tryingtoscrapemedowntothebone,howIwasn’tqualified,didn’thaveenoughclass,basically,orintelligence,anditwasclearIdidn’thaveacherrysnowcone’schanceinhellofworkingthere,soIlandedafewjabsofmyown,with,Iwillsay,moresubtletyandstyle.”
“Ijustbet.”Withacool,sharpsmile,
ShelbypouredCokesover
ice.“ShewassosteamedupwhenIwasleavingsheshoutedouthowshe’dbeensecond-runner-upMissTennessee,whichisherspotlightoffame.Tothat,Iendedtheencounterwiththesouthernwoman’ssweetestandmostpityinginsult.”
“Iknowthat.”Hepointedafinger.“Iknowthatone.Yousaid‘Blessyourheart.’”
“Haven’tyoucaughtonfast?”Aftertoppingoffthe
glasses,shehandedhimone.“Iknewthatonelanded,butIwassofiredup,Imarchedovertothebarandgrill.IwasgoingtoaskTansytohiremeonasawaitress.ImetDerrick—anddoesn’thelooklikeanactionmoviestar.”
“Ihadn’tthoughtofit.”“You’dbelookingathim
asamandoes.Fromawoman’seyes?”Shelaughedagain,wavedahandinfrontofherface.“LuckyTansy—
andluckyDerrickbecauseshe’sasweet,smart,sensiblewoman.SoafterIapologizedforbeingrudetohim,becauseIwasfiredup,theydidn’twantmeforawaitress.”
“Soundslikearoughdayonthejobhunt.”
“Notatall.TheywantedmeforFridaynights,tosing.I’mgoingtobetheirFridaynightentertainment.Or,asTansy’scallingit,I’mgoing
tobeFridayNights.”“Nokidding?That’sgreat,
Red,seriouslygreat.Everybodysaysyoucansing.Singsomething.”
“No.”“Comeon,acoupleofbars
ofanything.”“ComeintoBootlegger’sa
weekfromFriday,andyou’llhearplenty.”Afterliftingherglasstohim,shetookasatisfieddrink.“Then,becausethat’snotall,Iwent
intotellGrannybeforeIhitacoupleotherpossibleplacesfordayjobs,andshecorneredmeintoworkingpart-timethere.Shemademebelieveshecouldreallyuseme,soI’mhopingshemeantit.”
“Inmyshorterexperience,MizViusuallymeanswhatshesays.”
“It’strueenough,andCrystalsworetoitthey’dalreadytalkedabouthiringsomeonepart-time.So,I
didn’tjustgetajob,Igottwo.I’memployed,gainfully.God,itfeelssogood.”
“Wanttocelebrate?”Hewatchedhereyesgofromsparklinghappytojustalittlewary.“MaybewecouldgetMattandEmmaKate,gohavedinner.”
“Oh,thatsoundslikefun,itreallydoes,butIneedtobuckledown,workoutaplaylist.Tansywantstochangeitupeveryweek,so
I’vegotsomeresearchtodo.Andthere’sCallie,thoughit’slikelytobemoreofaweightonmeleavingherforhoursatatimethanforherleavingme.”
“Doesshelikepizza?”“Callie?Sureshedoes.It
runsaclosesecondtoicecreamonherfavoriteslist.”
“ThenI’lltakeyoubothoutforpizzaonenightafterwork.”
“That’sawfulniceofyou,
Griffin.She’salreadygotacrushgoingonyou.”
“Mutual.”Shesmiledathim,topped
offhisCoke.“HowlonghaveyoubeenintheRidgenow,Griffin?”
“Goingonayear.”“Anddon’tyouhaveagirl
bynow?Somebodywholookslikeyououghttohavethesinglegirlsflocking.”
“Well,therewasMelodyforabouttenminutes.And
there’sMizVi,ifonlyshe’dreciprocate.”
“Grandpa’dfightyouforher.”
“I’dfightdirty.”“Sowouldhe,andhe’s
verycanny.Ihavetosay,I’msurprisedEmmaKate—orsurelyMizBitsy—hasn’ttriedfixingyouup.”
“Tried,didn’tstick.”Heshrugged,downedsomeCoke.“Ihaven’tbeeninterestedinanyone
particularly.Uptonow.”“Iguessitjusttakes...
Oh.”Itmayhavebeenalongwhile,butshesupposedawomandidn’tforgetthatlookinaman’seyes,thattoneinaman’svoice.Flustered,andundertheflusteredshecouldn’tdenyflattered,shetookacarefuldrink.“Oh,”sherepeated.“I’vegottosay,Griff,I’macomplicated,twisted-upmessofathingrightnow.”
“Ifixthings,Red.It’swhatIdo.”
Shemanagedanervouslaugh.“Thisisacompleteoverhaul—whatyou’dcallagutjob,Ithink.AndIcomeasaset.”
“Iliketheset,andIknowI’mhittingonyouprettyquickconsidering.Itjustseemstomeit’sbettertobestraight-out.YouknockedmeflatwhenyouwalkedintoBitsy’skitchen.Iplannedto
beslowandalotsmootheraboutit,buthell,Shelby,why?”
Thatwasstraight-outandforthright,shethought,andasunnervingasitwasflattering.“Youreallydon’tknowme.”
“Iplanto.”Thistimesheletouta
laughthatwasmorestupefied.“Justlikethat.”
“Unlessyoutakeastrongdisliketome,andIdon’tthinkyouwill.I’mlikable.I
wanttotakeyouout,whenyou’rereadyandwanttogo.Meanwhile,sinceI’mattachedtoMattandhe’sattachedtoEmmaKate,we’llbeseeingeachother.Plus,Ireallylikeyourkid.”
“Icanseethat.IfIthoughtdifferent,ifIthoughtshewasakindofconduitwithyoutome,thiswouldbeadifferentconversation.Asitis,Idon’tknowjustwhattosaytoyou.”
“Well,youcanthinkaboutthat.I’vegottogetback,andyou’vegotthingstodo.TellyourmomI’vegotthemeasurements.Onceshesettlesonthetile,thefixtures,we’llgetthemordered.”
“Allright.”“ThanksfortheCoke.”“You’rewelcome.”She
walkedbackwithhim,consideringthenerves—thoseinteresting,flutterynervesshehadn’tfeltinso
long.Amistake,absolutelyamistaketoactonthematthispointinherlife.
“Imeantitaboutthepizza,”hesaidatthedoor.
“Calliewouldbethrilled.”“Picktheday,letme
know.”Hefrownedoutsideamoment,hisgazefollowingthecarthatpassed.“DoyouknowsomebodywithagrayHonda?Lookslikea2012.”
“Can’tthinkofanyone.Why?”
“Ikeepseeingit.I’veseenitaroundalotthelastfewdays.”
“Well,peopledolivehere.”
“Floridaplates.”“Atourist,Iguess.There’s
goodhikingnowwhileit’sstillcool,andthewildflowersarepoppingouteverywhere.”
“Yeah,probably.Anyway,congratulationsonscoringthejobs.”
“Thankyou.”
Shewatchedhimwalkaway—thatswaggerreallywasdamnappealing.Andhe’dgottenherbloodmovinginwaysshe’dforgottenitcouldmove.
Still,itwasbestallaroundifshekeptallherattentiononCallie,hernewwork,andclimbingherwayoutofthecanyonofdebt.
Thinkingofdebt,shestartedupstairs.She’dchange,workoutanew
budget,checkandseeiftherewasanyprogressonthehousesale,oriftherewasanymoremoneycomingfromtheconsignmentshop.Thenshecouldthinkaboutaplaylist.
Thatwaswork,trueenough,butitwasalsofun—smartertogetthehardoverwithfirst.
Shestoppeddeadinthedoorwayofherroom.
AgrayHondawithFloridaplates.Shescrambledforher
dresser,pulledoutthedrawerwhereshe’dputallthebusinesscardsfromPhiladelphia.
AndtherewasTedPrivet,PrivateInvestigator.Miami,Florida.
Shehadseenhiminthebarandgrill.He’dfollowedherallthewaybacktotheRidge.Whywouldhedothat?Whatdiditmean?
Hewaswatchingher.Shemadeherselfgotothe
window,lookout,search.Shehadnochoiceabout
thedebtcominghomewithher,butshewouldn’tsitstill,donothing,whenmoreofRichard’smesstriedtopushitswayintoherlifenow.
Insteadofgettingtowork,shepickedupherphone.
“Forrest?I’msorrytobotheryouatwork,butIthinkIhavesometrouble.IthinkIcouldusesomehelpwithit.”
•••
HELISTENEDTOHER,didn’tinterrupt,didn’taskanyquestions.Thatonlymadehermorenervous,babblingitallouttoherbrotherwhilehesattherecoolasice,hiseyesonherfacetellinghernothing.
“Isthatit?”hesaidwhensherandown.
“Ithinkso.Yes,that’sit,that’sall.Iguessit’smorethanenough.”
“DoyouhavetheIDs,theonesyoufoundinthebankbox?”
“Yes.”“I’mgoingtoneedthem.”“I’llgogetthem.”“Sit.I’mnotdone.”Soshesatbackdownat
thekitchencounter,knottedherhandstogetheronit.
“Doyouhavethegun?”“I...Yes.Imadesureit
wasn’tloaded,andIhaveitinabox,topofmycloset,
whereCalliecan’tgettoit.”“Andanyofthecash—
fromthebox?”“Ikeptthreethousandofit
incash—it’supinmycloset,too.Iusedmostoftherest,likeIsaid,topayoffbills.AndIputsomeinthebankhere.IopenedanaccounthereintheRidge.”
“Iwantallofit.TheIDs,thegun,thecash,theenvelopes,anythingyouhavethatcameoutofthebox.”
“Allright,Forrest.”“Now,I’mgoingtoask
youwhythefuck,whythefuck,Shelby,you’rejusttellingmeallthisnow?”
“Theholewassodeep,anditgotdeepsofast.FirstRichard’sdead,andI’mtryingtothinkwhattodo,thenthelawyersaretellingmethere’sallthistrouble.Istartgoingthroughthebills.Ijustneverdidthat,becausehelockedthemup.Theywere
hisbusiness—anddon’tslapatmeforit.Youweren’tthere,youdidn’tlivethatlife,sodon’tslapatmeforit.ThenIfoundoutaboutthehouse,andeverything.Ihadtodealwithit.Ifoundthekey,andIhadtoknow.ThenwhenIfoundthebankbox,andwhatwasinit...Idon’tknowwhoImarried,whoIlivedwith,whofatheredmychild.”
Shetookalongbreath.
“AndIcouldn’tletthatmatter,couldn’tletthattaketherestover.Whatmattersisnow,anddealingwithituntilI’mclearofit.KeepingCallieclearofit.Idon’tknowwhythisdetectivefollowedmehere.Idon’thaveanything.Idon’tknowanything.”
“I’lldealwiththat.”“I’llthankyouforit.”“Imight’veslappedatyou
some,Shelby.Butjusttowakeyouup.You’remy
sister,goddamnit.We’reyourfamily.”
Shelinkedherfingerstogetheragain,toholdherselfin.“YouthinkI’veforgottenthat,andyou’rewrong.IfyouthinkIdon’tvaluethat,you’restupid.”
“WhatshouldIthink?”hecountered.
“ThatIdidwhatIthoughtwasright.Icouldn’tcomebackuntilI’dstartedclimbingoutofthathole,
Forrest.Iwouldn’t.Maybeyouthinkthat’sjustpride,juststupid,butIcouldn’tcomebackandputallofitonmyfamily.”
“Youcouldn’taskforahand,ahandtoreachdownandhelpyouupoutofit?”
“Well,JesusGod,Forrest,aren’tIdoingjustthat?ButIhadtogetupfarenoughtoreachahand.That’swhatI’mdoingnow.”
Hepushedup,paced
aroundtheroom,stoppedatthewindowforawhile,lookingoutinsilence.“Allright.MaybeIseeyoursideofthat.Idon’thavetosayyou’rerighttoseeit.Goahead,getmeeverythingyouhave.”
“Whatareyougoingtodo?It’sstillmybusiness,Forrest.”
“I’mgoingtohaveatalkwiththisFloridaPI,lethimknowIdon’ttakekindlyto
himstalkingmysister.ThenI’mgoingtodowhatIcantofindoutwhothehellyouweremarriedto.”
“Ithinkhestolethatmoneyhehadstashedinthebankbox,orheswindledit.DearGod,Forrest,ifIhavetopayallthatback—”
“Youwon’t.Youtookwhatyoutooklegally.Whateverhedid,it’sprettydamnclearthere’snothinglefttopayanybodyback.One
morething.You’regoingtotellallofthistotherestofthefamily.You’regoingtogetthisout.”
“Gilly’sabouttohaveababy.”
“Noexcuses,Shelby.You’regoingtositdowntonight,afterCallie’sinbed,andtelleveryone.I’llmakesurethey’reallhere.Youwantthemtogetwordsomeprivateinvestigatorfromoutofstate’saskingquestions
abouttheirdaughter,theirsister?”
Becauseshesawthesenseofit,shepressedherfingerstohereyes.“No.You’reright.I’lltellthem.Youhavetotakemyside,Forrest,whenMamaandDaddystarttalkingabouthelpingmepayoffthisdebt.Iwon’thaveit.”
“That’sfairenough.”Hecameover,puthishandsonhershoulders.“Iamonyourside,youidiot.”
Shedippedherforeheadtohischest.“Ican’twishtheyearsawaywithoutwishingCallieaway,butIcanwishI’dbeenstrongerstandinguptohim.ItfeelslikeeverytimeIfoundmyfooting,somethingchangedandIlostitagain.”
“Itsoundstomelikehewasgoodatmakingsurepeopledidn’tfindtheirfootingaroundhim.Goon,getallthethingsfromthe
box.Letmegetgoingonthis.”
•••
ITDIDN’TTAKELONGtotrackdowntheprivateinvestigator,notwhenthemanhadoptedtohideinplainsight.He’dregisteredunderhisownnameatthehotel—thoughhe’dspreadthewordhewasafreelancetravelwriter.
Forrestconsidered
confrontinghimthere,buthethoughthe’dgivePrivetatasteofhisownmedicine.Oncehewasoffdutyandinhisowntruck,hedidsomecruisinguntilhespottedtheHondaparkedoutsideTheArtfulRidge.
Forrestparkedthetruck,gotoutandstrolledbytheshop.Sureenough,themanhe’dspentanhourorsorunningstoodtalkingwithMelody.
He’dgetanearfulaboutShelbyfromthatsource,noquestion.Withhistargetsighted,hewentbacktohistruck,waited.
HewatchedPrivetcomeout,crossovertothebarandgrill.Doubtfulhe’dfindthesamewellofinformationinthere,butifhewasanygood—andfromtherunitseemedhewasn’tbad—he’dpulloutsome.
Makingtherounds,Forrest
concludedas,fifteenminuteslater,Privetcameoutofthebarandgrill,walkeddownandintothesalon.
FollowingShelby’spathfromearlierintheday,whichmeantPrivethadtrailedherthroughthemorning.
ThatputaknotinForrest’scraw.
Thisstoptooklonger,butwhenForrestdidanotherstrollby,henotedthatPrivetsatinachairgettingahaircut.
Atleastheputsomemoneyinthelocalpotwhiletryingtomineinformation.
Forrestsettledbackinhistruck,patient,waitedforPrivettocomeout,getbackinhiscar.
Hepulledoutafterhim,pacedhimeasilyinthelighttowntraffic.PrivettooktheforktowardShelbyandhome.WhentheHondadrovestraightby,Forrestcalculated,turnedoff—dida
three-quarterturntofacetheroadagain.
HedugouthisKojaklight,fixedittotheroof,andwaited.
WhenPrivetdrovebyasecondtime,easedtothesideoftheroadafewyardsdownfromthehouse,Forrestpulledout,hitthelightsoPrivetwouldseeitinhisrearview.
HeeasedupbehindtheHonda,walkeduptothepassengerwindow—already
rolleddown.Privethadamapout,anda
frustratedexpressiononhisface.
“Ihopethere’snoproblem,Officer,andthatyoucanhelpme.IthinkImadeawrongturnsomewhere.I’mlookingfor—”
“Don’twastemytime.IbelieveyouknowwhoIam,andIsureashellknowwhoyouare,Mr.Privet.Iwant
yourhandsonthewheelwhereIcanseethem.Now,”Forrestsaid,settinghishandonthebuttofhisweapon,“Iknowyou’relicensedtocarry,andifIdon’tseebothyourhandsonthewheel,we’regoingtohavesometroublehere.”
“I’mnotlookingfortrouble.”Privetheldhishandsup,placedthemcarefullyonthewheel.“I’mjustdoingmyjob.”
“I’mdoingmine.YouwenttoseemysisterupNorth,andenteredherhomeonfalsepretenses.”
“Sheaskedmein.”“Youcorneredawoman
withasmallchildinherhome,thenyoufollowedheracrossseveralstatelineswhereyou’vespiedonher,followedher.”
“I’maprivateinvestigator,Deputy.Mylicenseisinmy—”
“IsaidIknowwhoyouare.”
“DeputyPomeroy,Ihaveaclientwho—”
“IfRichardFoxworthswindledyourclient,that’snothingtodowithmysister.Foxworth’sdead,soyourclient’soutofluckthere.IfyouspenttenminuteswithShelbyandthinkshehadanythingtodowithit,you’readamnfool.”
“Matherson.Heusedthe
nameDavidMatherson.”“Whatevernameheused,
whatevernamehecameintothisworldwith,he’sdead.Personally,Ihopethesharkshadagoodmealoffhim.Now,ifit’strueyou’renotlookingfortrouble,you’regoingtostopfollowingmysister,stopaskingaboutheraroundtown.IexpectIcouldgointoTheArtfulRidge,thebarandgrillandmygranny’splaceandthey’dalltellme
howwhenyouwereintheresomehowtheconversationcamearoundtoShelby.Thatstops.Icatchyouatitagain,I’mtakingyouin.Aroundherewecallwhatyou’redoingstalking,andwegotalawagainstit.”
“Inmybusinessit’scalleddoingthejob.”
Forrestleanedconversationallyonthebottomofthewindow.“Letmeaskyousomething,Mr.
Privet.YouthinkifIwastoarrestyourighthereandnow,andtakeyouin,thejudgearoundhereisgoingtosaythere’snoproblemwithyousittinghere—withthosebinocularsontheseatbesideyou?”
“I’manamateurornithologist.”
“NamemefivebirdsindigenoustotheSmokies.”ForrestwaitedtwobeatswhilePrivetscowled.“See,
youcouldsaythatbird,itwon’tfly.Itellmyboss,andwetellJudgeHarris—who’sathirdcousin,twiceremoved—thatyou’vebeensittingherewatchingmyfamilyhomeandmysister,beenfollowingherandherlittlegirlaroundtown,beenaskingquestionsaboutmywidowedsisterwithherfatherlesschild,youthinkhe’sgoingtosay,‘Why,that’sjustfine.Liveandlet’?Ordoyou
thinkyou’llbespendingthenightonajailhousecottonightinsteadofyourhotelbed?”
“Myclientisn’ttheonlyoneMathersonswindled.Andthere’samatterofnearlythirtymillioninjewelryhestoleoutofMiami.”
“Ibelieveyou.Ibelievehewasafuckingbastard,andIknowhedidanumberonmysisterIwon’tforget.I’mnotgoingtoletyoudothesame.”
“Deputy,doyouknowwhatthefinder’sfeeisontwenty-eightmillion?”
“It’sgoingtobezero,”Forrestsaidequably,“ifyou’relookingforitthroughmysister.Youstayawayfromher,Mr.Privet,oryou’llhaveplentyofthetroubleyoudon’twanttohave,becauseifIcatchyouatit,I’llmakesureofthattrouble.Youcantellyourclientwe’reallsorryforhisbadluck.IfIwere
you,I’dheadbacktoFloridaanddojustthat.Tonight.Butit’syourchoice.”
Forreststraightenedupagain.“Weclearonthat?”
“We’reclearonthat.I’vegotonequestion.”
“Askit.”“Howcouldyoursister
livewithMathersonforyearsandnotknowwhathewas?”
“Letmeaskoneback.Isyourclientareasonablyintelligentindividual?”
“I’dsayheis.”“Howdidhemanageto
gethimselfswindled?You’regoingtowanttomovealongnow,andyoudon’twanttodrivebackdownthisroadagain.That’sliteralandmetaphorical.”
Forrestwalkedbacktohistruck,waiteduntilPrivetdroveaway.Thenhedrovehimselftheshortdistancetohisfamilyhome,parkedsohe’dbetherewhenShelby
toldthefamilyherstory.
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onfessionsandtruthtellingexhaustedthebodyandthebrain.
WhenShelbydraggedherselfoutofbedinthemorning,sherealizedshe’dstartherdayalreadyworndown.
Itwashatefultodisappointthepeoplewho’draisedyou.ShethoughtofCallie,wonderedifonedayshe’ddosomethingstupidandwakeupwiththissamedraggingsensation.
Oddswereprettygoodonthat,soShelbyvowedtorememberthismorning,andtotrytogiveherdaughterabreakwhenthetimecame.
ShefoundCallie,stillluckilytooyoungtodo
somethingreallystupid,sittinginbedhavingacheerfulconversationwithFifi.SoShelbydivedinforamorningsnugglethatpulledhermoodupanotchortwo.
Shegotthembothdressed,thentookCalliedownstairs.
Sheputonthecoffee,decidedshe’dmakeupsomeofthegroundshe’dlostwithherparentsthenightbeforebymakingFrenchtoast—andthepoachedeggsherfather
favored.Bythetimehermother
camedown,shehadCalliesettledinherboosterwithsomeslicedbananaandstrawberries,withbreakfastwellontheway.
“’Morning,Mama.”“’Morning.Allbrightand
early,Isee.’Morning,mysunbeam,”shesaidtoCallie,andcrossedoverforakiss.
“Wegettohaveeggybread,Gamma.”
“Dowe?Why,that’saspecialmorningtreat.”
“Nearlydone,”Shelbytoldher.“I’mpoachingsomeeggsforDaddy.Doyouwantany?”
“Notthismorning,thankyou.”
WhenAdaMaewalkedovertopourcoffee,Shelbyturned,wrappedherarmsaroundhermotherfrombehind.“You’restillmad,”shemurmured.
“OfcourseI’mstillmad.Maddoesn’tturnoffandonlikealight.”
“Stillprettymadatme.”AdaMaesighed.“That
part’sonadimmerswitch.It’seasingdownsome.”
“I’msosorry,Mama.”“Iknowyouare.”Ada
MaepattedShelby’shand.“Iknow.AndI’mtryingtocomearoundtoitbeingthesituationyouwerein,andnotthatyoudidn’ttrustyour
familytohelpyou.”“Itwasneverthat.Never.I
just...Igotmyselfintoit,didn’tI?Somebodyraisedmetofacemyowntroublesanddealwiththem.”
“Seemswedidafinejobthere.Butnotasfineaoneonteachingyoutroublessharedarelessened.”
“Iwasashamed.”NowAdaMaeturned,
tookShelby’sfacefirmlyinherhands.“You’renever,
nevertobeashamedwithme.”SheglancedovertowhereCalliewasbusywithherslicedfruit.“Icouldsayalotmore,andlikelywillwhentherearen’tlittlepitcherswithbigearscloseby.”
“Pitchersdon’thaveears,Gamma!That’ssilly.”
“Itis,isn’tit?Whydon’tIfixyouapieceofthiseggybreadyourmama’smadeup.”
Claytoncamedown,dressedforthedayinoneof
hishabitualwhiteshirtstuckedtidilyintohiskhakis.HewalkedtoShelby,gaveheraknuckleraponthehead,thenkissedit.
“Lookslikeaweekendbreakfastinthemiddleoftheweek.”Hegotoutamug.“Suckingup?”heaskedShelby.
“Iam.”“Goodjob.”
•••
SHEDIDHERBARTERDAYwithTraceyandtookthegirlstotheparksoEmmaKatecouldcomeby,havealittlepicnicwiththemonherlunchhourandfinallymeetCallie.
“WhenIwasalittlegirl,EmmaKatewasmyverybestfriend,likeyouandChelsea.”
“Didyouhaveteaparties?”CallieaskedEmmaKate.
“Wedid,andpicnicsjustlikethis.”
“YoucancometoGamma’shouseforateaparty.”
“Iwouldabsolutelyloveto.”
“GammasavedMama’steasetsowecanuseit.”
“Oh,theonewiththevioletsandlittlepinkroses?”
“Uh-huh.”Callie’seyesroundedowlishly.“Wehavetobecarefulnottobreakit’causeit’sdeliquit.”
“Delicate,”Shelby
corrected.“Okay.We’regoingto
swingnow.Let’sgoswing,Chelsea!”
“She’sbeautiful,Shelby.Beautifulandbright.”
“She’sallofthat.She’smyverybestthing.EmmaKate,doyouhavesometimeafterwork?There’ssomethingsIstillneedtotellyou.Justyou.”
“Allright.”Sinceshe’dbeenexpectingthis—or
hopingforit—EmmaKatealreadyhadaplan.“WecouldtakeahikeuptotheOutlooklikeweusedto.I’moffatfourtoday,soIcouldmeetyouatthetrailheadatmaybefour-fifteen.”
“That’dbeperfect.”EmmaKatewatched
CallierunaroundtheswingswithChelsea.“IfIhadsomebodylikethatdependingonme,there’salotI’ddoIwouldn’tdootherwise.”
“Andalotyoudon’tdoyouwoulddootherwise.”
“Mama!Mama!Pushus.Pushus,Mama!Iwanttogohigh!”
“Takesafteryou,”EmmaKatecommented.“Youcouldneverswinghighenough.”
Withalaugh,Shelbystoodup.“I’mstickingclosertogroundlevelthesedays.”
Asshegotuptohelppushthegirlsontheswing,EmmaKatethoughtthatwasareal
shame.
•••
SHEMANAGEDTOSQUEEZEOUTsometimetostartaplaylist,topumpafistintheairwhentheconsignmentshopreportedthesaleoftwococktaildresses,aneveninggownandahandbag.Sheadjustedherspreadsheet,calculatedthatshemightbeabletopayoffanothercredit
cardwithonemoregoodsale.Sheorganizedherselffor
thenextday,herfirstdayworkingatthesalon,thenpulledoutheroldhikingboots—onesshe’dkepttuckedawayinherclosetsoRichardcouldn’tinsistshetossthemout.
ShedroppedCallieoffatClay’sforavisitwithJacksonasarrangedandwatchedherdaughterhappilyexploringhercousin’slittle
backyardfortbeforedrivingtothetrailhead.
Moreshe’dmissed,shethoughtassheparkedandgotout.Thequietthatletyouhearbirdscallingandthebreezesingingthroughthetrees.Thesharpsmellofpineonairfreshandjustcoolenough.Shehookedonherlightpack—somethingelseshe’dtuckedawayfromRichard.
She’dbeentaughtfrom
childhoodtoalwayscarrywaterandsomebasicsevenonashort,easyhike.Cellservicecouldbespotty—atleastithadbeenthelasttimeshe’dtakenthistrail—butshe’dtuckedherphoneinherpocketlikealways.
Shedidn’twanttobemorethanacallortextawayfromherdaughter.
She’dbringCalliehere,shethought,takeheralongthetrail,pointoutthe
wildflowers,thetrees,maybespotadeerorascurryingrabbit.
Teachherhowtoidentifybearscat,shethought,smilingasshecalculatedCalliewasjusttherightagetofindthatideathrillinglydisgusting.
Shelookedupatthecloudsthatskimmedoverthetopsofthehigherhills.Shemighttakeherdaughteronanovernight.Pitchatent,show
herthepleasureofsleepingoutunderthestarsonagood,clearnight,andtellingstoriesaroundacampfire.
Thiswasthetruelegacy,wasn’tit?Theyearstravelingfromplacetoplace,thetimeinAtlanta,inPhiladelphia,thatwassomeotherworldaltogether.IfCalliechoseoneofthoseworlds,oranotherentirely,she’dhavetheserootstoreturntowhenevershewanted.
She’dalwayshavefamilyintheRidge,andaplacetocomehometo.
Shelbyturnedwhensheheardthecar,lookedback,lookedouttotakeintheviewofthetownrisingandfallingwiththehills.Anddespiteknowingshe’dhavetogothroughyetanotherpainfulconfession,smiledwhenEmmaKateparkedbesideher.
“Ialmostforgothow
beautifulitishere,justrighthere,withthetownononeside,thetrailontheother,soyoucanchoosewhatyouwantandjustgo.”
“MattandIhikeduptoSweetwaterCavethefirsttimehecamebackwithme.Iwantedtoseewhathewasmadeof.”
“Thatone’saquadkiller.How’dhedo?”
“I’mstillkeepinghimaround,aren’tI?You’vestill
gotthosehikingboots?”“Brokeinjustright.”“Soyoualwayssaid.
Finallytradedmineinlastyear.Itrytogetinahikeonceortwiceaweek.Matt,hejoinedthegymoverinGatlinburgashe’soneforweightsandmachines.He’smakingnoisesaboutfindingaplacetobuildoneintheRidgesohedoesn’thavetodriveallthatway.Me,I’dratherjusttakethetrail,and
maybefitinoneoftheyogaclassesyourgranny’sgotgoingonSaturdaysatthedayspa.”
“Shedidn’tsayanythingaboutthat.”
“She’sgotalotgoing.We’dbettergetgoing,too,ifwe’regoingtohikeuptotheOutlook.”
“Ourfavoritespottotalkaboutboysandparentsandwhatannoyedus.”
“Isthatwhatwe’redoing
now?”EmmaKateaskedastheybegantowalk.
“Inaway,Iguess.I’vecomeclean,youcouldsay,withmyfamily.Youalwaysweremyfamily,too,soI’mgoingtocomecleanwithyou.”
“Areyourunningfromthelaw?”
Withalaugh,andbecauseitfeltright,ShelbytookEmmaKate’shand,gavetheirarmsaswing.“Notthe
law,butitfeelslikeI’vebeenrunningfromeverythingelse.I’vestoppednow.”
“Gladtohearit.”“I’vetoldyousome.Now
I’mgoingtotellyoutherest.ItstartedafterRicharddied.Itallstartedbefore,butyoucouldsayitallfellontopofmeafter.”
Shefilledinpiecesshe’dleftout,backtrackingwhenEmmaKateblurtedoutquestions.Theclimb
steepened,windingup,makingherlegsacheinagoodway.Shecaughtsightoftherichfeathersofabluebirdwingingthroughsomewilddogwoodwithitsbudsjustpeekingopen,waiting,justwaiting,toburstoutfullwhite.
Theaircooledastheyclimbed,andstillshefeltthegood,lightsweatofthephysicalchallengeonherskin.
Itwaseasier,sherealized,tosayitallhere,outintheopen,wherethehillscarriedherwordsaway.
“First,I’mstillnotusedtohavingsomebodyIknowmillionsofdollarsindebt—andit’snotyourdebt,damnit,Shelby.”
“Isignedtheloanpapersonthehouse,atleastIguessIdid.”
“Guess?”“Idon’tremembersigning
anyloan,buthe’dpushpapersinfrontofmenowandthen,‘Signthis,it’snothing.’Ithinkhalfthetimehejustsignedmynamehimself.IcouldmaybehavegottenoutofitifI’dgonethroughthecourtprocessorjusttosseditallinanddeclaredbankruptcy.Iwasn’tgoingtodothat.Whenthehousesells,anditwill,that’lltakethebigweightoff.Anduntilitdoes,I’mchippingaway.”
“Sellingclothes?”“I’vemadenearlyfifteen
thousandonclothessofar—notcountingthefurcoatItookbackwiththetagsstillonit—andImightmakethatmuchagainbeforeit’sdone.Hehadahellofalotofsuits,andIhadthingsIneverevenwore.Itwasadifferentworld,EmmaKate.”
“Butyourengagementringwasafake.”
“Iguesshedidn’tseethe
pointinputtingarealdiamondonmyfinger.Heneverlovedme,Iseethatnow.Iwasusefultohim.I’mnotaltogethersurehow,butImust’vebeenuseful.”
“Findingthatsafe-depositbox.Thathardlyseemspossible.”
Lookingback,shecouldseeshe’dbeentiltingatwindmills.But...“Iwasonamission.Youknowhowitis.”
“Iknowhowyouarewhenyou’reonamission.”Asthesunchangedangles,EmmaKateadjustedthebillofhercap.“Allthatcashinthere,andthatdoesn’tevengettotheotheridentification.”
“Hecouldn’thavecomebyitlegal.I’vehadsomemomentsoverthat,butIdidn’tstealit,orswindleit,andI’vegotCallietoconsider.Ifitcomesdowntohavingtopaythatback
sometime,I’lldealwithit.Fornow,I’vegotsometuckedawayinthebank,andwhenIcanseemywayclear,I’mgoingtouseittogetusalittlehouse.”
“Whataboutthisprivatedetective?”
“He’swastinghistimewithme.Ihavetofigurehe’llcometothatonhisown,orForrestpersuadedhim.”
“Forrestcanbepersuasive.”
“He’sstillmadatme,atleastalittle.Areyoustill?”
“It’shardtobewhenI’mmorefascinated.”
Theywalkedinsilence,alongthefamiliartrail.
“Wasthefurniturereallythatugly?”
Amusedherfriendwouldzoominonthat,Shelbylaughed.“Uglier.IwishI’dtakenpictures.Itwashardandslick,anddarkandangular.IalwaysfeltlikeI
wasvisitinginthathouse,andcouldn’twaittogetoutofit.Henevermadethefirstpayment,EmmaKate.Bythetimehedied,thebankhadalreadysentoutnoticesIhadn’tseen.”
Shepausedtoopenherwaterbottle.“I’mthinkingnowhewasintrouble.SomethinginAtlanta,maybe.SohewrangledthatbighouseupNorthwithouttellingmethat,either.Setitallup,then
toldmeweweremoving,hehadsomebusinessopportunities.Iwentalong.Iguessthat’sonewayIwasuseful.Iwentalong.Lookingback,it’shardtoimaginehowmanytimesIdid.
“Idon’tevenknowwhohewas.Ican’tsayforsureIevenknewhisname.Idon’tknownowwhathedid,howhemadethemoneyhehad.Ijustknownoneofitwasreal—notmymarriage,notthe
lifewelived.”Shestoppedatthe
Outlook,feltherheartlift.“Thisiswhat’sreal.”Shecouldseeformiles,
therollandriseofthatdeep,secretgreen,thedipsofthevalleyscuppedbetweentherises—delicateasheroldteaset.Andthecarpetedpeaksswimmingintothecloudssofullofmysteryandsilence.
Thelighthadgonesoftastheafternoonwounddown.
Shethoughtofhowitlookedatsunset,allbrushedwithgold,littletipsoffireredasthemountainswenttogray.
“Iknow,too,Itookthisforgranted.Allofit.Ineverwillagain.”
Theysatonanoutcroppingofrock,astheyhadcountlesstimesovertheyears.EmmaKatepulledabagofsunflowerseedsoutofherpack.
“Itusedtobegummy
bears,”Shelbycommented.“Iusedtobetwelve.I
couldgoforsomegummybears,”shedecided.
Smiling,Shelbyopenedherownpack,pulledoutabag.“IletCalliehavethemnowandagain.WheneverI’dopenabagofthem,I’dthinkofyou.”
“Somethingaboutgummies.”EmmaKateopenedthebag,divedin.“Youknow,yourfamily
wouldhelpyouwithsomeofthedebt—andIwouldn’tdothat,either,”shesaidbeforeShelbycouldspeak.
“Thanks.Ithelpsyouunderstandthewhyofthat.I’mgoingtomakeagoodlifehere.IknowIcan.MaybeIhadtoleavesoIcouldcomeback,seewhatwasrealforme,andwhatwasn’t.”
“Andyou’llsingforyoursupperafterall.”
“That’stheicing.Ireally
likeTansy’sDerrick.”“He’sawinner.Andwhat
aface.”“Hesureispretty.But—”“Whatabody,”theysaid
together,andlaugheduntiltheylosttheirbreath.
“Nowwe’resittinghere.”Shelbyletoutasigh,lookedoutoverthespreadofgreen.“Justlikeweusedtoandstilltalkingaboutboys.”
“Apuzzlethatcanneverbetrulysolved.”
“Soworthtalkingabout.Andbothofusaredoing—orformeabouttodo—whatweusedtowishfor.EmmaKateAddison,RN.Doyouloveit?”
“Ido.Ireallydo.Hell,IneverworkedsohardinmylifeasIdidtogetthatRN.IfiguredI’dworkinabighospital.AndIdid.Ilikedit,Ilikeditalot.”
ShelookedbackatShelby.“ThethingIdidn’tknowis
I’dlikeworkingattheclinicevenmore,andIdo.SomaybeIhadtogooffawhiletoseethat.”
“IsMattyouricing?”“He’sdefinitelyicing.”
EmmaKategrinnedasshepoppedanothergummybearinhermouth.“Andatleastonelayerofcake.”
“Yougoingtomarryhim?”
“Idon’tplanonmarryinganybodyelse.Notinarush
aboutit,evenifMamawishesIwouldbe.Thingsarereallygoodastheyarefornow.Iheardthey’regoingtodothatbigmasterbathforyourmama.”
“She’sgotsamplebooksandmagazinepictures.Daddypretendshethinksit’scrazy,buthe’sgettingakickoutofit.”
Shelbytookasipofwater,thentookhertimecarefullyscrewingthecapbackin
place.“Griffinwasovermeasuringtheotherday.”
“They’relookingforwardtothedemo.They’rebothlikelittleboysaboutthedemostage.”
“Hmm.”Wonderingifsheshouldbringitup—andout—Shelbylookedout,caughtaglintofacurvingstreaminasplashofsunlight.Talkingaboutboyshere,shethought,wastradition,afterall.
“Thethingis,whilehewas
overatMama’s,Griffinprettymuchcamestraightoutandsaidhewasinterested.Inme.”
Onasnort,EmmaKatepoppedanothergummybear.“Isawthatonecoming.”
“Becausehemakesmovesonwomenalot?”
“Hemakesmoveslikeanynormalguy,butno.Becausehelookedlikehe’dbeenstruckbylightningwhenyouwalkedintomymother’s
kitchenthatfirstday.”“Hedid?Ididn’tnotice
that.Shouldn’tIhavenoticedthat?”
“Youweretoobusyfeelingguiltyandawkward.Whatdidyousaytohim?”
“Ijustfumbledaroundsome.Ican’treallybethinkingaboutthingslikethat.”
“Butyouarethinkingaboutthingslikethat.”
“Ishouldn’tbe.Richard
justdied.Andthat’snotevenofficial.”
“Richard—orwhateverthehellhisnamewas—isgone.”Aseventhethoughtofhimpissedheroff,EmmaKatemimedballingsomethingup,flickeditouttowardthedrop.“You’rehere.Yourmarriagewasunhappy,andbasicallyasham—yousaidsoyourself.There’snorequiredmourningperiodhere,Shelby.”
“I’mnotmourningatall.It
doesn’tseemright.”“Aren’tyoutiredofdoing
whatyoutellyourselfseemsright?You’vedonethatforaboutfouryearsnow,anditlookslikeitlandedyouinamess.”
“Idon’tevenknowhim.Griffin,Imean.”
“Iknowwhoyoumeant,andthat’swhytheyinventedthisthingwecalldating.Yougooutsomewhere,haveconversations,discoverwhat
interestsyoumightshareandifyou’reattractedtoeachother.Whataboutsex?”
“Richarddidn’tseeminterestedthelastfewmonthsbefore—Oh,youmeantwithGriffin.God,EmmaKate.”Laughing,Shelbyreachedforgummybears.“Wehaven’tevengoneonthatinventioncalleddating.Ican’tjusthavesexwithhim.”
“Idon’tknowwhynot.You’rebothfree,healthyand
ofage.”“Andlookwhatjumping
intosexwithsomeoneIbarelyknewgotmelasttime.”
“Icanpromiseyou,Griff’snoWhatever-His-Name-Was.”
“Idon’tthinkIknowhowtodateanymore.”
“You’lleaseintoit.Thefourofuscangooutanddosomething.”
“Maybe.Griffwantsto
takeusoutforpizza,andImadethemistakeofsayingsomethingaboutittoCallie.She’saskedmeaboutittwicesince.”
“Thereyougo.”ProblemsolvedtoEmmaKate’smind,sheslappedShelbyontheleg.“Youlethimtakethetwoofyouforpizza,thefourofuswillhavedinnerorsomething.Thenyoucantryasolo.”
“Mylife’sapurehotmess
yet,EmmaKate.Ishouldn’tbedatinganyone.”
“Honey,whenyou’resingle,goingoutwithagood-lookingguyisliving.Gohavepizza,”sheadvised,“andseewhereitgoesfromthere.”
“You’regoingtogetsickofhearingit,butImissedyousomuch.Imissedthisrighthere.Sittinginthisspot,talkingtoyouaboutanythingandeverything,andeating
gummybears.”“It’sthegoodlife.”“It’sthebest.”Andcaught
upinit,shegrabbedEmmaKate’shand.“Let’smakeavow.Whenwe’reeightyorso,ifwecan’tmakethehike,we’llgetacoupleofyoungstudstocartusupheresowecansit,talkaboutanythingandeverythingandeatgummybears.”
“Now,that’stheShelbyPomeroyIremember.”Emma
Kateswipedafingeroverherheart.“That’savow.Buttheyhavetobehotyoungstuds.”
“Ithoughtthatwasunderstood.”
•••
SHEMOVEDINTOAROUTINE,acontentedone,workingonhersonglist,practicing,weavingherselfbackintothefabricoftheRidgewithherworkatthesalon.
Shefounditstrangeandwonderfulhowquicklyitallcameback,thevoices,therhythm,theeasygossip,thesightsofthetownandthemountainscomingtolifewithspring.
Aspromised,demolitionbegan,somorningsbeforesheleftforworkorerrands,thehousewasfilledwithmen’svoices,hammering,drilling.
Shegotusedtoseeing
GriffandMatt—andmaybeshewasthinkingaboutit,alittle.Offandon.Itwashardnottothinkaboutamanwhenheshowedupatyourhouseeverydaywithatoolbeltslungaroundhiships,andthatlookinhiseyes.
“Soundedgoodthismorning.”
ShestoppedonherwaytogetherCalliebagwhenGriffsteppedoutintothehallwayfromheroldbedroom.
“Sorry,what?”“You.Yousoundedgood.
Singingintheshower.”“Oh.It’sahandyrehearsal
hall.”“You’vegotpipes,Red.
Whatwasthesong?”“I...”Shehadtothink
back.“‘StormyWeather.’It’stheforties.”
“Sexyinanydecade.Hey,LittleRed.”
HecroucheddownwhenCallieboltedupthestairs.
“Mama’sgoingtoworkatGranny’s.I’mgoingtoChelsea’s’causeGammaworkstoday,too.”
“Soundslikefunallaround.”
“Canwehavepizza?”“Callie—”“Deal’sadeal,”Griff
interrupted.“Icouldgoforsomepizzatonight.Tonightworkforyou?”heaskedShelby.
“Well,I...”
“Mama,IwantpizzawithGrrr—iff.”Tosealit,Callieclimbedintohisarms,thenturnedherheadtowardhermother,smiled.
“Whocouldsaynotoallthat?Thatwouldbenice,thanks.”
“Sixworkforyou?”“Sure.”“I’llpickyouup.”“Oh,well,carseat.It’s
easierifwemeetyouthere.”“Right.Sixo’clock.Have
wegotadate?”heaskedCallie.
“Wegottadate,”shesaid,andkissedhim.“Let’sgo,Mama.Let’sgotoChelsea’s.”
“Rightbehindyou.Thankyou,really,”ShelbysaidwhenCalliestarteddownagain.“Youmadeherday.”
“It’smakingmine.Seeyoulater.”
Whenhewalkedbackintotheworkspace,Mattraised
hiseyebrows.“Movinginonthelocaltalent?”
“Onestepatatime.”“She’salooker.Got
herselfaverycomplicatedlife,bro.”
“Yeah.GoodthingI’vegottools.”Hepickedupthenailgun.“Andknowhowtousethem.”
Hethoughtaboutherthroughouttheday.Hecouldn’tthinkofawomanwho’dintriguedhimmore—
thecontrastofthesad,cautiouseyesandthequicksmilewhensheforgottobecareful.Theseamlesswayshehandledthekid.Thewayshelookedinsnugjeans.
Itallworkedforhim.Healmostthoughtitwas
toobadthejobwasmovingalongsosmoothly.Afewglitchesandhe’dhavemoretimetoseeherforafewminuteseveryday.
ButAdaMaewasno
Bitsy.Whenshedecidedonatile,onacolor,onafixture,shestuck.
Hehadtimetogohome,cleanup,change.Amandidn’ttaketwoprettyfemalesoutforpizzasmellingofjobsweatandsawdust.Itwouldbeanearlyevening,hecalculated,withathree-year-oldalong.Whichwasprobablyforthebest.Hecouldputinacoupleofhoursonhisownjob.
Infact,hethoughthemightmovehisfocustothebedroom.Amandidn’tbringaprettyfemalehometobedwhenthatbedwasanairmattressonthefloor.
HefullyintendedtobringShelbyhometobed.Whensheandtheroomwerereadyforit.
Hedroveintotown,snaggedaparkingspotonthestreetjustafewdoorsdownfromPizzateria.Anddeemed
histimingperfectwhenShelbygotoutofherminivantwospotsup.
HestrolledupassheliftedCallieoutofthecarseat.
“Giveyouahand?”“Oh,I’vegotit.Thank
you.”“Hey.”Heheardthetears
inhervoiceevenbeforesheturnedwithCallieinherarmsandhesawthemwellinginhereyes.“What’swrong?Whathappened?”
“Oh,it’sjust—”“Mama’shappy.Shehas
happytears,”Callieexplained.
“You’rehappy?”“Yes.Very.”“Thecombinationofme
andpizzadoesn’tusuallybringwomentotears.”
“It’snotthat.Iwasjustonthephone.WewerealittleearlyasCalliewassoanxious.Andtherealtorcalled.ThehouseupNorth,
it’ssold.”Oneofthetearsspilleddownhercheekbeforeshecouldbrushitaway.
“Happytears,”Callieannounced.“HugMama,Griff.”
“Sure.”Beforeshecouldevade,he
hadbothShelbyandCalliewrappedinahug.
Hefeltherholdstiffforamoment,thenjustmelt.
“It’sjustsucharelief.It’slikeamountainfelloffmy
shoulders.”“Good.”Hepressedakiss
tothetopofherhead.“We’redefinitelycelebrating.Right,Callie?Happypizza.”
“Wedon’tlikethehouse.We’regladit’snotoursnow.”
“That’sright.That’sright.”Shelbytookabreath,leanedinjustonemoremoment,thenstraightened.“Wedon’tlikethehouse,notforus.Nowsomebodywho
doeslikeithasit.Veryhappypizza.Thankyou,Griffin.”
“Youneedaminute?”“No.No,I’mgood.”“Thengivemethegirl.”
HeheftedCallieintohisarms.“Andlet’sgetthispartystarted.”
T12
hekidwasacharmer,entertainedandengagedhim—and
flatteredhimbyinsistingonsittingnexttohiminthebooth.
Hemighthavehada
momentortwowishingthemotherwouldflirtasovertlyasthedaughter,butamancouldn’thaveeverything.
Itwasanicebreaktohisday,betweenthejobandtheproject.
Whenthemanagercameout,pulledShelbyfromherseatforahug,heexaminedhisreaction.
Notjealousy,notexactly,butakindofinner“Carefulthere,buddy”ashewaitedto
seejustwhatwaswhat.“Ikeptmissingyou.”
JohnnyFoster,amanwithaslysmileandaneasymanner,kepthishandsonShelby’sshoulderstotakealonglook.“Buthereyouarenow.Didn’trealizeyouknewGriff.”JohnnyslunganarmoverShelby’sshouldersasheturnedtoGriff.“ShelbyandIgoback.”
“MycousinJohnny,here,andmybrotherClayusedto
lookfortroubletogether.”“Andfounditasoftenas
possible.”“You’recousins?”“Third,fourth,whatisit?”
Johnnywondered.“Third,Ithink,onceor
twiceremoved.”“Kissingcousins,”hesaid,
andgaveherone,lightly.“Andyou’reCallie,andaren’tyouasprettyasastrawberryfloat.It’snicemeetingyou,cousin.”
“I’monadatewithGriff.We’regoingtohavepizza.”
“Thisistheplaceforit.We’regoingtofindsometimeandcatchup,”hesaidtoShelby.“Allright?”
“Allright.Claysaidyouweremanagerherenow.”
“Yeah.Who’dhavethought?Y’allgetyourorderin?”
“Justaminuteago.”“Youwatchoverthere,
Callie.”Hepointedtothe
counterwhereamaninawhiteapronladledsauceondough.“I’llbemakingyourpizzamyself,special.AndI’vegotsometricks.Meanttotellyou,Griff,whatevery’alldidwiththefurnaceworkedlikeacharm.Hasn’tgivenusanytroublesince.”
“Goodtohear.”“Pizzacomingup.”Shelbyslidbackintothe
booth.“ItsoundslikeyouandMattarefixingsomething
somewhereallovertheRidge.”
“That’stheplan.Theguywhocanfixyourfurnacewhenthetemperaturesdive,oryourtoiletonaSundaymorningwhenyou’vegotpeoplecomingtodinner?He’sapopularguy.”
Shelaughed.“Andwhodoesn’tlikebeingpopular?Busy,too.Howdoyoumanagetomakeyourselfpopularanddoallthework
ontheoldTripplehornplace?”
“Beingpopular’sthejob.Thehouseistheproject.IdobetterwiththejobwhenI’vegotagoodprojectgoing.”
“Mama,look!”Calliebouncedinherseat.“Thecousinman’sdoingtricks.”
“Andhe’slearnedsomenewones,”ShelbycommentedasJohnnytossedupdough,didaquickspin,caughtit.
“Lookslikewe’rehavingmagicpizza.”
Wide-eyed,CallieturnedtoGriff.“Magicpizza?”
“Prettysure.Don’tyouseethatmagicdustflying?”
Witheyeslikebluesaucersnow,shelookedbackatJohnny,gasped.“Itsparkles!”
Thepowerofakid’simagination,Griffthought.“Youbet.Whenyoueatmagicpizza,itturnsyouintoafairyprincessinyour
dreams.”“Itdoes?”“That’swhatI’veheard.
Ofcourse,you’vegottoeatit,thenwhenyourmothersaysit’sbedtime,you’vegottogorighttobed,andwishforit.”
“Iwill.Butyoucan’tbeafairyprincess’causeyou’reaboy.That’ssilly.”
“That’swhyI’mtheprincewhoslaysthefangbeast.”
“Princesslaydragons!”
“Idon’tgetthat.”Playingitup,heletoutasadsigh,shookhishead—caughtShelbysmilingathimfromacrossthetable.“Ilikedragons.Youmightbeabletosqueezeinanotherwishandgetyourselfyourowndragon.Youcouldflyonhimoveryourkingdom.”
“Ilikedragons,too.I’mgoingtoflyonmine.Hername’sLulu.”
“Can’tthinkofabetter
nameforadragon.”“You’vegotaway,”
Shelbymurmured,andGriffgrinnedoverather.
“Oh,I’vegotlotsofways.”
“Ijustbetyoudo.”Hedecideditwasthebest
hourofhisday,sittinginthenoisypizzeria,entertainingalittlegirlandmakinghermotherlaugh.Hedidn’tseewhyitwasn’tsomethinghecouldn’tworkintohisregular
schedule.Everybodycouldusesome
magicpizzanowandthen.“Thiswassonice,”Shelby
saidwhenhewalkedthembacktohercar.“YousuremadeCallie’sfirstdateonetoremember.”
“We’llhavetohaveasecond.Areyougoingtogooutwithmeagain,Callie?”
“Okay.Ilikeicecream.”“That’sarealcoincidence
—I’mstartingtothinkwe’re
madeforeachother.Ilikeicecream,too.”
Shegavehimwhathecouldonlytermafemmefatalesmilefromunderherlashes.“Youcantakemeonadatewithicecream.”
“Nowlookwhatyoustarted.”Amused,ShelbyhauledCallieupintothecarseat.
“HowaboutSaturday?”BusystrappingCalliein,
Shelbyglancedback.
“What?”“Howaboutanicecream
dateonSaturday?”“Okay!”Calliebouncedin
herseat.“Ihavetowork,”Shelby
began.“Me,too.Afterwork.”“Well,I...Iguess.Are
yousure?”“Iwouldn’thaveaskedifI
wasn’t.Don’tforgettomakeyourwish,Callie.”
“I’mgoingtobeafairy
princessandridemydragon.”“Callie,whatdoyousayto
Griffin?”“Thankyouforthedate.”
Injoyfulinnocence,sheheldoutherarms.“Kiss.”
“Yougotit.”Heleanedin,kissedher.
Laughing,sherubbedhischeek.
“Ilikeyourscratchies.Theytickle.KissMamanow.”
“Sure.”
Hefiguredshe’dofferacheek,anddidn’tseewhyhehadtosettle.Amancouldmovefastwithoutseemingto,especiallywhenhe’dthoughtitthrough.
Hesethishandsonherhips,glidedthemupherbackwithhiseyesonhers.Hewatchedherswideninsurprise—butnotprotest.Sohewentwithit.
Hedippeddown,tookhermouthwithhisasiftheyhad
allthetimeintheworld.Asiftheyweren’tstandingonthesidewalkofHighStreet,seenbyanyonewhopassedbyorglancedoutawindow.
Itwasn’thardtoforgetwheretheywerewhenherbodymeltedagainsthis,withherlips,warmandsoft,yielding.
Hermindjustemptied,everythought—past,present,future—floodingawayassensationfloodedinand
swampedher.Herbodywentlimpevenasitleapedtolife.Herheadspuninlong,lazycirclesasifshe’dhadjustasiptoomuchofgoodwine.
Shesmelledsoapandskinandthehyacinthsinthewhiskeybarrelacrossthesidewalk.Andheardwhatsherealizedlaterwasthehumofpleasureinherownthroat.
Helethergoassmoothlyashe’dtakenher.Hiseyesstayedonhersagain,
watchful.“Ithoughtso,”he
murmured.“I...just...”She
realizedshecouldn’tquitefeelherfeet,hadtofighttheurgetolookdowntomakesuretheywerestillthere.“Havetogo.”
“Seeyoulater.”“I...Fingersonnoses,
Callie.”Callieputherfingerson
hernose.“Bye,Griff.Bye!”
HewavedasShelbyclosedthedoor,hookedhisthumbsinhispocketswhenshewalkedaroundtothedriver’sside.Andcouldn’tstopthegrinwhenshestaggered,justalittle.
Hewavedagainwhen,aftersomefumbling,shestartedtheengine,pulledaway.
Yeah,definitelythebesthourofhisday.Hecouldn’twaittodoitagain.
•••
SHEDROVEHOMEwithextracare.Shereallydidfeelasifshe’dhadabottleofwineinsteadofaglassofCokewithherpizza.Andthathumkeptwantingtocomebacktoherthroat,akindofechotothebutterfliesdancingaroundinherbelly.
Calliestartednoddingoffontheshortdrivehome,theexcitementofthedaytaking
itstoll.Butsheperkedupagain,alittleonthehyperside,whenShelbyparked.
She’dletherdaughterrundownagain,shethought.Itwouldn’ttakelong.Andshehadtobecoherent,putallthisbusinessaside.Shedidn’thavetimeforflutteringsorhummings.
Shelbydidn’thavetodomuchmorethanlistenasCalliefranticallyrelayedthedetailsofherdatetoher
grandparents.“Andwe’regonnahavean
icecreamdateonSaturday.”“Isthatso?Well,this
soundsprettyserious.”AdaMaeshotShelbyaspeculativelook.“Maybeyourgranddaddyshouldaskthisboyhisintentions.”
“Andhisprospects,”Claytonadded.
“I’mtheirchaperone,”Shelbysaidcheerfully.“Oh,IsawJohnnyFoster.Didn’t
havemuchtimetotalktohimastheywerebusy.He’stheonewhotossedthedough.Hemadethemagicpizza,right,Callie?”
“Uh-huh,andGriffsaidIcanrideadragon,andhe’sgoingtokillthe...whatisit,Mama?”
“Ithinkitwasafangbeast.”
“He’sgonnakillitdead,andthenwe’llgetmarried.”
“Thatmust’vebeensome
pizza,”Claytoncommented.“Youcanbetheking,
Granddaddy,andGamma’sthequeen.”Sheranincirclesaroundtheroom,twirling,jumping.“AndClancycancome,too.”Shethrewherarmsaroundtheolddog.“AndI’mgoingtowearabeautifuldress,thenitsayskissthebride.IttickleswhenGriffkisses,doesn’tit,Mama?”
“I—”
“Doesit?”NowAdaMaeworeasmugsmile.
“Uh-huh.WhenisitSaturday,Mama?”
“Soonenough.”ShelbycaughtCallieonthefly,gaveheraspin.“Nowwe’regoingup.Youneedyourbathbeforeyougodreamingandgettingmarriedtohandsomeprinces.”
“Okay.”“Goonup,putyour
clothesinyourhamper.I’ll
betwoseconds.Shehadthebesttime,”ShelbysaidwhenCallieranforthestairs.
“Howaboutyou?”“Itwasnice.He’ssosweet
withher.ButwhatIwantedtotellyoubothisrightbeforedinner,Igotacall.Thehousesold.”
“Thehouse?”AdaMaelookedblankforamoment,thenploppeddowninachairashereyesfilled.“Oh,Shelby,thehouseupNorth.
I’msoglad.I’msogladofthat.”
“Happytears.”Shelbypulledoutoneofthetissuesalwaysinherpocket.“Ididthesame.It’ssuchaburdenlifted.”Sheturnedintoherfatherwhenhesteppedover,foldedherintohisarms,rockedhersidetoside.“IthoughtIknewhowmuchitweighed,sinceI’vebeencarryingit.Butnowthatit’slifted,itwasheavierthanI
thought.”“Wecanhelpyouwiththe
restofit.YourmamaandItalkeditover,and—”
“No,Daddy.No.Thankyousomuch.Iloveyou.”Shelaidherhandsonhischeeks.“I’mdoingit.It’sgoingtotakeawhile,butI’mdoingit,anddoingitfeelsgood.Itbalancesout,some,allthetimesIjustletthingsgo,stoppedaskingquestions,letsomebodyelsetakecareof
everything.”Sheleanedagainsthim,
smiledathermother.“Andtheworstofit’sbehindmenow.Icandealwithwhat’sahead.I’msogratefultoknowifitgetstooheavyagain,Icanask.”
“Don’teverforgetthatagain.”
“Iswearit.I’vegottogetmybabyinthetub.Ihadagoodday,”shesaidasshepulledback,hauledupher
bag.“Ihadarealgoodday.”Onceshe’dtuckedCallie
in,shesatdownwithherspreadsheet.Sheshouldprobablywaituntilsettlement,butshethoughtshehadeveryrighttobeoptimistic.Whenshebalancedthesheetwiththesale,sheshuthereyes,justbreathed.
Itwasstillapainfuldebt,butohGod,she’dcutitdowntosize.
Theworst,shethoughtagain,wasover.Andwhatwasahead?
Shelaybackonthebed,calledEmmaKate.
“Howwaspizza?”“Itwasmagic,orsoGriff
convincedCallie,soshewenttobedwithabigsmileandtheanticipationofbeingafairyprincessridingadragon.BeforesheandGriffgetmarriedwithallduepompandceremony.”
“He’sgotawaywithkids.Ithinkhe’sgotalotoflittleboyleftinthere.”
“Hekissedme.”“Wasthatmagic,too?”
EmmaKateaskedwithoutmissingabeat.
“Mybrain’sstillsoft.Don’ttellMattmybrainwentsoft.He’lltellGriffin,andI’llfeellikeanidiot.Idon’tknowifit’sbecauseit’sbeensolongsinceI’vehadaseriouskiss,orifhe’sjust
thatdamngoodatit.”“I’veheardhe’sdamn
goodatit.”Shelbysmiled,curledup.
“DidyourbraingosoftthefirsttimeMattkissedyou?”
“Itliquefiedandleakedoutofmyears.Whichsoundsdisgusting,butwasanythingbut.”
“Ifeelsogood,sogoodI’dforgottenhowitfeelstofeelsogood.Ijusthadtocallyou.Isoldthehouse,andgot
kissedbrainlessonHighStreet.”
“You—Oh,Shelby,that’sgreat!Onbothcounts,butsheddingthathouse.I’msohappyforyou.”
“I’mstartingtoseemywayclear,EmmaKate.I’mreallystartingtoseeaclearpath.Somemorebumpstogetover,butIseetheclear.”
Andpartoftheclearwasbeingcurleduponherbedtalkingtoherbestfriend.
•••
THEGOODDAYROLLEDintoagoodweek.Shecouldsavorthesensationofbeinghappyandproductive,ofearningherway.
Shemoppedfloors,filleddispensers,bookedappointments,rangupsales,listenedtogossip.ShecommiseratedwhenCrystalcomplainedaboutherboyfriend,comfortedVonnie
whenthemasseuse’sgrandmotherpassedpeacefullyinhersleep.
Shesetupchairsandtablesinthelittlebackgardenareaofthedayspa,pottedupsomeflowers.
AftercheckingoutthepreschoolwhereChelseawouldgocomefall,sheenrolledCallie.Andfelttheprideandthepangofwhatsheknewwouldbethefirstofmanylayersofseparation.
ShehadicecreamwithGriffanddiscoveredthesecondkisscouldbeaspowerfulasthefirst.Butshehedgedwhenheaskedherouttodinner.
“It’sjustmytime’ssobudgetedrightnow.I’vegotaroutinegoingatthesalon,soI’measierthere.ButuntilIsingFridaynight,seehowthatgoes,I’musingupmyfreetimerehearsingandplanningforthenextweek.”
“AfterFriday.”Helaidouttheelementsthatwouldheatthetilefloorofthenewbathroom.“Becauseit’sgoingtogogreat.”
“Ihopeso.MaybeyoucouldcomebyBootlegger’sonFridayforaset.”
Hesatbackonhishaunches.“Red,Iwouldn’tmissit.Ilikelisteningtoyourehearseintheshower.”
“I’mheadingoutrightnowtorehearseinplacebeforethe
barandgrillopens.IhopeTansy’srightaboutpeoplewantingtohearsomebodysingoldsongswhilethey’reeatingtheirporkchopsorscoopingupnachos.”
Shepressedahandonherbelly.“We’regoingtofindout.”
“Nervous?”“Aboutthesinging?No.I
don’tgetnervousaboutsinging,itfeelstoogood.Aboutthedrawnotjustifying
whattheypayme.I’mnervousaboutthat.I’vegottogeton.It’slookinggoodinhere.”
“It’scomingalong.”Hesmiledather.“Let’smakethewordoftheday‘gradation.’Onestepatatime.”
“Mmm,”shesaid,understandinghewasn’tjusttalkingaboutanewbathroom.
•••
SHESQUEEZEDINALASTREHEARSALFridaymorning,andorderedherselfnottothinkaboutwhatshecoulddowiththesongsifshehadacoupleoflivemusicians.
Still,shethoughtsheputalittleofherownspinontheoldclassic“AsTimeGoesBy.”
“Playit,Sam,”Derricksaidfrombehindthebar.
“Ofalltheginjointsinalltheworld.”
“Areyouanold-moviefan?”
“Mydaddyis,sowehadtobe.Andwhodoesn’tloveCasablanca?How’dthatsoundtoyou,Derrick?”
“ItsoundedlikeTansyhaditright.We’regoingtorackthem,stackthemandpackthemonFridayNights.”Restackingglassesfreshlycleanedfromthenightbefore,hecockedaneyebrowather.“Howdoyoufeelaboutit?”
“Hopeful.”Shesteppeddownoffthetinystage.“Ijustwanttosay,ifitdoesn’tpullinabigdraw,ifitjustdoesn’twork,it’snotaproblem.”
“Areyousettinguptofail,Shelby?”
Shecockedherhead,walkedtowardthebar.“ForgetwhatIjustsaid.We’regoingtokickasssohighheretonight,butts’llbelandingonthemoon,and
you’regoingtobeobligedtogivemearaise.”
“Don’tgetcarriedaway.WantaCoke?”
“WishIhadtimeforone,butIhavetoheadovertothesalon.”Tobesureshewasn’talreadylate,shetippedherphoneoutofherpockettocheckthetime.
“Tonightshouldbringpeoplein,justtosee,”shesaid.“There’sme,thegirlwhowasn’tthereforawhile,
andallthehypingTansy’sdone.Flyerseverywhere,andI’mplasteredalloveryourFacebookpage.Hell,myfamily’sbigenoughtobeacrowd,andalotofthemwillbehere.That’ssomething.”
“Kickasshigh.”“Kickasshigh,”she
agreed.“I’llseeyoutonight.”Shewalkedout,distracted,
stillrehearsinginherhead.Shebarelynoticedthewomanwhofellintostep
besideheruntilshespoke.“ShelbyFoxworth?”“Sorry.”She’dgottenused
to“Pomeroy”againinsuchashorttimeshenearlysaidno.“Yes.Hello.”
Shestopped,smiledandsearchedhermemorybanks.Butthestunningbrunettewiththecoldbrowneyesandtheperfectredlipsdidn’tringanybells.
“I’mShelby.I’msorry,Idon’trecognizeyou.Whoare
you?”“I’mNatalieSinclair.I’m
JakeBrimley’swife.YouknewhimasRichardFoxworth.”
Thehalf-smilestayedonShelby’sfaceasthewordssoundedlikeaforeignlanguagetoherears.“What?Whatdidyousay?”
Somethingfelinemovedintothewoman’seyes.“Wereallyneedtotalk,somewheremoreprivate.I
sawacutelittleparknotfar.Whydon’twegothere?”
“Idon’tunderstand.Idon’tknowanyJakeBrimley.”
“Changinganamedoesn’tchangewhoyouare.”Nataliereachedintoapalebluehandbag,drewoutaphotograph.“Lookfamiliar?”
InthepicturethebrunettewascheektocheekwithRichard.Hishairwaslongerthanhe’dwornit,abit
lighter.Somethingwasdifferentabouthisnose,Shelbythought.
ButitwasRichardsmilingoutather.
“You—I’msorry—areyousayingyouweremarriedtoRichard?”
“No.Wasn’tIclear?Letmesayitagain,incaseyouhavetroubleunderstanding.Iwas,andam,marriedtoJakeBrimley.RichardFoxworthneverexisted.”
“ButI—”“It’stakenmequitea
whiletotrackyoudown,Shelby.Let’shaveachat.”
Brimleywasnotoneofthenamesshe’dfoundinthebankbox.MyGod,hadhehadanother?Anothername.Anotherwife.
“Ineedtomakeacall.I’mgoingtobelateforwork.”
“Gorightahead.It’saquaintlittletown,isn’tit?Ifyougoforgunracksand
camo.”Anddidn’tshesoundjust
likeRichard?“There’salsoart.”Shelbybitoffthewords.“Music,tradition,history.”
“Nocalltogettestyaboutit.”
“Peoplewhoconsiderushicksaregenerallyself-importantsnobsfromsomewhereelse.”
“Ouch.”Lookingamused,Nataliegaveaquickshudder.“Struckanerve.”
Ratherthantrytoexplainwhatwasgoingoninacall,Shelbytextedhergrandmother,apologized,letherknowshe’dbealittlelate.
“Somepeoplelikequaint.I’macitygirl.”Nataliegesturedtowardthecrosswalk,begantowalkingorgeousheeledsandalsofpalegold.“SowasJake.Butyoudidn’tmeetJakehere.”
“ImetRichardinMemphis.”Everything
seemedjustalittleblurry.“Iwassingingwithabandduringmysummerbreakfromcollege.”
“Andhejustsweptyouaway.Hewasgoodatthat.Exciting,charming,sexy.I’llbethetookyoutoParis,alittlecaféontheLeftBank.You’dstayattheGeorgeCinq.Heboughtyouwhiteroses.”
Araw,uglysicknessroiledinherstomach—andmust
haveshownonherface.“MenlikeJakehave
patterns.”NataliepattedShelby’sarm.
“Idon’tunderstand.Howcanyoubemarriedtohim?Imean,he’sdead,buthowcouldyouhavebeenmarriedtohim?Weweretogetherforoverfouryears.Wehadachildtogether.”
“Yes,thatwasasurprise.ButIcanseehowthefamilyunitcouldworkforhim.Ihad
thepoorjudgmenttomarryhim—whirlwindtoVegas.Soundfamiliar?AndIhadthegoodsensenottodivorcehimwhenheleftmeinthelurch.”
Itdroppedonher,asinglecrushingweight.“Iwasnevermarriedtohim.That’swhatthismeans.That’swhatyou’resaying.”
“Sincehewasstilllegallymarriedtome,no,youweren’tevermarriedtohim.”
“Andheknew.”“Ofcourseheknew.”Now
shelaughed.“Whatabadboy!Ofcourse,that’spartoftheappeal.Suchabad,badboy,myJake.”
Theparkheldquiet.Nokidsontheswingsorteeter-totter,nonerunningoverthegreen,climbingonthejunglegym.
Nataliesatonabench,crossedherlegs,pattedthespacebesideher.
“Iwasn’tsureifyourealizedthatpartandplayedalong.Itseemshedupedyou.Butthen,that’swhathedoes.”ForaninstantsomethingthatmighthavebeensorrowflickeredoverNatalie’sface.“Ordid.”
“Ican’tthink.”Shelbyloweredtothebench.“Whywouldhedothis?Howcouldhedothis?OhmyGod,arethereanymore?Didhedothistoanotherwoman?”
“Icouldn’tsay.”Nataliegaveaneasyshrug.“Butsinceheswungprettyquickfrommetoyou,Idon’tthinkthere’sanotherwifeinbetween.Andthat’sthetimeI’minterestedin.”
“Idon’tunderstand.”Suddenlybreathless,Shelbysatback,pushedbothhandsthroughherhair,helditbackamoment.“Ican’tunderstandanyofthis.Iwasnevermarried,”shesaid
slowly.“Itwasallfake,justlikethering.”
“Youlivedprettywellforawhile,didn’tyou?”Natalieangledtoher,aimedalookofcontempt.“Paris,Prague,London,Aruba,SaintBart’s,Rome.”
“Howdoyouknowallthat?HowdoyouknowwhereIwentwithhim?”
“Imadeitmybusinesstoknow.YouhadaluxurycondoinAtlanta,country
clubsandValentinodresses.ThenthemansioninVillanova.Youcan’tclaimhedidn’tgiveyouplenty.Seemstomeyouhadagooddeal.”
“Agooddeal?Agooddeal?”Notbreathlessnow,notwheninsultandfuryrolledthrough.“Heliedtome,rightfromthestart.Hemademehiswhorewithoutmyknowing.IthoughtIlovedhim.Atfirst,IthoughtIlovedhimenoughtoleave
myfamilyandeverythingIknewandthoughtI’dwanted.”
“Yourmistake,butyouwerecompensated.Pluckedyououtofthislittlehicktown,didn’the?Oh,excuseme,thisart-and-culture-riddentown.Droppedyourightinthelapforafewyears,sodon’twhine,Shelby.It’sunattractive.”
“What’sthematterwithyou?Youcomehere,tellme
allthis.Maybeyou’retheliar.”
“Checkitout,bemyfuckingguest.ButyouknowI’mnotlying.Jakehadawayofmakingwomenfallforhim,anddowhathewanted.”
“Didyoulovehim?”“Ilikedthehelloutofhim,
andwehadadamngoodtime.Thatwasenough,would’vebeenenoughifhehadn’thungmeouttodry.Imadeaninvestmentinhim,
youcouldsay.AndIpaidahighprice.Iwantmypayoff.”
“Whatpayoff?”“Twenty-eightmillion.”“Twenty-eightmillion
what?Dollars?Areyoucrazy?Hedidn’thaveanywherenearthatkindofmoney.”
“Oh,hehadit.IknowbecauseIhelpedhimgetit.Justshyofthirtymillioninsparklydiamonds,emeralds,
rubies,sapphiresandrarestamps.Whereisthetake,Shelby?I’llsettleforhalf.”
“DoIlooklikeIhavediamondsandemeraldsandallthat?Heleftmeindebtuptomyeyeballs.That’sthepriceI’mpayingforbelievinghim.Whatdidyoupay?”
“Fouryears,twomonthsandtwenty-threedaysinacellinDadeCounty,Florida.”
“You—youwerein
prison?Forwhat?”“Forfraud,sinceIrolled
likeanacrobatonJakeandMickey.That’sMickeyO’Hara,thethirdmemberofourhappylittleband.Mickey’sgottwentyyearstogo,lastIheard.”
Smilesharpandderisive,shetickedherfingeratShelby.“Youdon’twantMickeyO’Haracomingafteryou,Shelby.Takemywordonthat.”
“Youhiredthatprivateinvestigatortohoundme.”
“Ican’tsayIdid.Idomyowninvestigating—it’soneofmyskills.Half,Shelby,andI’mgone.Iearnedeverypennyofit.”
“Idon’thavehalfofanythingtogiveyou.”Shelbylurchedtoherfeet.“AreyousayingRichardstolemillionsofdollars?ThatthedetectivefromFloridawastellingmethetruth?”
“It’swhatwedo,sweetheart.Orinhiscase,whathedid.Findthemark.Rich,lonelywidowsworkedbestforJake.Hecouldturnthemintoputtyinamatterofdays.Easytogetthemto‘invest’inalanddeal—thatwashisspecialty.Butthebigone,thebiggestofourcareer,theonethatwentwrong,thatwasjewelsandstamps,andshehadsomebeauties.Ifyouexpectmetobuythatyou
knewnothingaboutnothing,you’renotsellingit.”
“I’mnotsellingadamnthing.Ifhehadallthat,whyamIpayingoffhisdebts?”
“Healwayswasabitofahoarder.Andthosejewelswerehot.Thestamps?You’dneedtofindjusttherightcollectorforthem.Whenitwentsouth,Jakecouldtakeoffwiththem,butifhe’dtriedtosellthem,evenbreakingthejewelrydownto
thestones,they’dhavetrackedhim.Somethinglikethat,it’sbesttogiveitafewyears,laylow.”
“Laylow,”Shelbymurmured.
“Thatwastheplan.Fourorfiveyears,wefigured,beforewecouldliquidateandretire.Orsemi-retire,aswhowantstogiveupallthefun?Youwerehiscover,that’sclear.Butyou’regoingtohavetogoawaystoconvince
meyou’restupidenoughtoknownothing.”
“Iwasstupidenoughtobelievehim,andthat’swhatI’mgoingtobelivingwith.”
“I’llgiveyousometimetothinkaboutit.Evenifyou’rethedrivensnow,Shelby,youlivedwiththemanformorethanfouryears.Youthinkaboutithardenough,you’llfigureoutsomething.Considerhalfofclosetothirtymillion—maybealittle
morenow—motivation.”ItwasShelby’sturnfor
contempt.“Idon’twanthalfofanythingyoustole.”
“Yourchoice.Turnyourpartin,takethefinder’sfeeifyou’redelicate.It’dbefatenoughtopayoffsomeofthedebtyou’reswimmingin.LikeIsaid,Igetwhat’smine,I’mgone.Ifyouwanttostayinthislittlenowheretown,workinginyourgrandmother’sbeautyparlor
forpeanuts,singingonFridaynightsinabarforrubes?Yourchoice.Igetwhat’smine,youkeepwhat’syours.You’vegotthatprettylittlegirltothinkabout.”
“Yougonearmydaughter,youthinkaboutgoingnearmydaughter,I’lltakeyouapart.”
Nataliejustlookedoverthesideofhershoulder,lipscurved.“Doyouthinkyoucan?”
Shelbydidn’tthink;sheacted.Shereacheddown,hauledNatalietoherfeetbyfistingahandonthefrontofherblouse.“Ican,andIwill.”
“That’swhatcaughtJake’seye.Helikedsomefire,eveninamark.Youcanrelax.I’mnotinterestedinlittlegirlsoringoingbackinacell.Fifty-fifty,Shelby.IfIbringMickeyinonthis,you’llgetnothingbutpainandheartache.He’snotas
civilizedanegotiatorasIam.”
SheshovedShelby’shandoffherblouse.“Thinkaboutit.I’llbeintouch.”
Becauseherlegswantedtoshake,ShelbysatonthebenchagainwhenNataliestrolledaway.
Twenty-eightmillion?Stolenjewelryandstamps?Bigamy?WhoinGod’snamehadshemarried?Orthoughtshemarried?
Maybeitwasallalie.Butwhatwouldbethepoint?
Butshe’dcheck,checkallofit.
Shepushedtoherfeet,pulledoutherphoneasshewalkedtocallTraceyandcheckonCallie.
Bythetimeshegottothesalonshewasfiredupagain.
“I’msorry,Granny.”“Whatkeptyou?Andput
thewrathofGodinyoureyes?”
Shelbyshovedherpurseunderthefrontcounter.“IneedtotalktoyouandMama,soonasyou’rebothfree.I’msorry,Mrs.Hallister,howareyoudoingtoday?”
ThewomaninViola’schair—thatHallisterboy’sgrandmother—smiled.“I’mdoingrightwell.Icameinforatouch-up,andhereVi’stalkedmeintohighlights.Let’sjustseeifMr.Hallister
notices.”“It’snice,brightening
thingsupforspring.Granny,I’vejustgottomakeaquickcall,thenI’llchecksupplies.”
“Towelsshouldbereadytofold.”
“I’llseetothat.”Overtheshoptalkthey
exchangedalook.Violanodded,andheldupahandbehindthechairback.Fiveminutes.
Shelbywentbackintothe
laundryandsupplyroom,andcalledherbrotherForrest.
S13
hecouldn’tthinkaboutit.Calliewassafe,andTracey
wouldkeepherthatway.Shedidn’tknowonedamnthingaboutanystolenjewelry,andwouldn’tknowararestampif
someonestuckittoherforehead.IfthisNataliepersonthoughtshedid,she’djusthavetolivewiththedisappointment.
ButitupsetherhoweasilyshecouldbelieveRichard—orJake,orwhateverhisnamewas—hadbeenathief,aliar.
Butneverherhusband,shethought,asshefoldedandstackedtowels.Inaterribleway,nowthattheweighthadsettledin,shetookcomfort
fromthat.She’ddoherwork,smiling
andchattingwithcustomers,restockingsupplies.Thenshe’dgohome,havedinnerwithherlittlegirlbeforeheadingtothebarandgrilltogiveTansyandDerricktheirmoney’sworth.
Shewouldn’tletanyonedownagain,includingherself.
Forrestfoundherattheendofthedaywhileshe
sweptthelittlecourtyard.“Didyoufindher?”
Shelbydemanded.“No.Nobodybythatname
ordescriptioninthehotel,thelodge,inanyofthecabins,theB&Bs.She’snotstayingintheRidge.AndI’vegotnothingsofaraboutaNatalieSinclairdoingtimeforfraudinDadeCounty.”
“It’sprobablynotherrealname,either.”
“Probablynot,butagood-
lookingbrunette’sboundtostickinsomebody’smemoryifshe’sstayingintheRidge,orpokingaround.We’lltakealookfurtheroutifshecomesback,ifshebothersyouagain.”
“I’mnotworriedaboutthat.”
“Thenstart.YoutellMama?”
“Itoldher,andGranny,andthey’lltelltherestofthefamily.I’mnottaking
chances,Forrest,butIdon’tknowanythingaboutthesejewelsorstampsshesaysshe’safter.”
“Youmayknowmorethanyouthink.Don’tgetyourclawsout,”hesaidasshewhippedaroundtohim.“Christ’ssake,Shelby,Idon’tthinkyouhadanythingtodowithit.Butalongthewayhemight’vesaidsomething,donesomething,youoverheardsomethingthat
didn’tclickatthetime.Nowthisisallplantedinyourhead,maybesomethingwillclick.That’sall.”
Tired,sherubbedaspotbetweenhereyebrowswhereaheadachewantedtobrew.“Sheputmeonedge.”
“Imaginethat.”Shelbyletoutashort
laugh.“IsitcrazyformetobegladsomewheredowndeepfindingoutIwasnevermarriedtohim?”
“I’dsayit’saboutassensibleasitgets.”
“Okaythen,I’mgoingtobesensible.I’mfinisheduphere,soI’mgoinghome.MamapickedCallieupalreadyfromChelsea’s.I’mgoingtobewithmygirlawhile,makesureshehasagoodsupper.ThenI’mgoingtochangeandfixupsoIlooklikesomebodywhoshouldbesingingonaFridaynight.”
“I’llfollowyouhome.
Safe’sbetterthansorryeverytime,”hesaidbeforeshecouldobject.
“Okay,thanks.”Didsheknowsomething,
somethingburieddeep?ShelbywonderedasshedrovehomewithForrestcruisingbehindher.Itwastrueenoughshecouldlookbacknow,seelittlesignsRichardwasuptosomething.Thephonecallsthatendedwhenshewalkedinor
walkedby,thelockeddoorsanddrawers.Thedismissalofanyquestionshehadaboutwhathedid,wherehewent.
She’dthoughtaffair,andmorethanonce.Butuntilnowshe’dneverreallyconsideredthievery—notinamajorsortofway,whateverthatdetectivehadclaimed.Andmillionsofdollarsinjewelry?
Thatwasaboutasmajorasitgot.
Andnowthatsheknew?Sheshookherheadasshepulledintothedrive.Shehadnothing.Justnothing.
Shegatheredherthings,wavedtoForrest.AndwhenthefirstthingsheheardwhensheopenedthefrontdoorwasCallie’slaughter,sheleteverythingelsego.
AfterhugsandkissesandanexcitedretellingofherdaywithChelsea,Calliesettleddownwithacoloringbook
whileShelbyhelpedhermotherinthekitchen.
“You’vegotprettywhitetulipsupinyourroom,”AdaMaesaid.
“Oh,Mama,myfavorite!Thankyou.”
“Don’tthankme.Theycameaboutanhourago.FromGriffin.”AdaMaeslidhergazeandsmileover.“Ithinkyouhaveabeau,ShelbyAnne.”
“No,I—Thatwasawful
niceofhim.Sweetofhim.”“He’sgotasweetness,and
notsosugaryitmakesyourteethache.Suchaniceyoungman.”
“I’mnotlookingforabeau,Mama,orayoungman.”
“It’salwaysseemedtomethingsaremoreexcitingwhenyou’renotlookingandyoufindthem.”
“Mama,I’venotonlygotCallietothinkabout,and
what’salreadyinmylap,butwhatjustfellintoitthismorning.”
“Life’sstillgottobelived,babygirl.Andaniceyoungmanwhothinkstosendflowersaddsaprettytouch.”
•••
ITDID.Shecouldn’tdenyitassheglancedoveratthewhitetulips.Herfavoriteflower,shemused,sohe’dobviously
askedsomeonewhoknewher.Shethoughtaboutitwhileshechangedintoasimple,classic-cutblackdress.
Whethershelookedforitornot,Griffinwasgivinghersomeromance,andithadbeenavery,verylongtimesinceanyonehad.
Andshebetheknewtheflowersmadeherthinkofthewayhe’dkissedher—twicenow.Shecouldn’tblamehim
forthat—andfoundshedidn’tblameherselfforthinkingshewouldn’tmindbeingkissedagain.
Soon.Sheputonearrings.She’d
thoughttofindsomethingstage-flashy,buthadoptedforsimple,likethedress,andpinnedherhairbackatthesides,letitfallinmadcurlsdownherback.
“Whatdoyouthink,Callie?”Shedidamodel’s
turnforherdaughter.“HowdoIlook?”
“Bee-utifulMama.”“Bee-utifulCallie.”“Iwannagowithyou.
Please,please!”“Oh,Iwishyoucould.”
Shecroucheddown,strokedCallie’shairasherdaughterpouted.“Buttheydon’tletkidscome.”
“Why?”“It’slikethelaw.”“UncleForrestisa
lawman.”Laughing,Shelbycuddled
hergirl.“Alawman.”“Uh-huh.Hesaid.Hecan
takeme.”“Nottonight,baby,butI’ll
tellyouwhat.I’llbringyouwithmetoarehearsalnextweeksometime.It’llbelikeaspecialshowjustforyou.”
“CanIwearmypartydress?”
“Idon’tseewhynot.Tonight,GrannyandGrandpa
arecomingtobewithyou,andwon’tyouhavefun?”Andafterthefirstset,herparentswouldcomeback,switchoff.
Itwasgoodtoknowherfamilywouldbethere.
“Let’sgodownnow.I’vegottogetgoing.”
•••
THEPLACEWASPACKED.She’dexpectedacrowdthisfirst
nightaspeoplewerecurious,orinthecaseoffamilyandfriends,supportive.Whateverbroughtthemin,itfeltgood,damngood,toknowshe’dearnedherkeepthisfirsttimeout.
She’dsaidheyandthanksforthegoodwishescountlesstimesbeforeshemadeittothetable,rightinthefront,whereGriffsat.
“Youlookamazing.”“Thanks,thatwasthe
aim.”“Deadon.”“Thankyouforthe
flowers,Griffin.They’rejustbeautiful.”
“Gladyoulikedthem.EmmaKateandMattareontheirway,ornearly,andIhadtofightoffadozenpeopletokeeptheirchairs.That’sclosetoliteralwithsomegiantTansycalledBigBud.”
“BigBud?Ishehere?”Shedidaquickscan,spotted
himwithhismightybulksqueezedintoasideboothchowingdownonribswhileaskinnygirlshedidn’trecognizesatacrossfromhimpokingatwhateverwasonherplateandlookingbored.
“Wewenttohighschooltogether.Iheardhe’salong-haultruckerthesedays,but...”
ShetrailedoffashergazepassedoverArloKattery,thenbacktrackedtomeethis
eyes.Hehadn’tchangedmuch,
shethought,andthosepaleeyesofhisstillhadthepowertogiveherthecreepswhentheystared.
Hekickedbackinachairatatablesharedwithacoupleofmenshethoughtsherecognizedasthesametwohe’dalwayshungoutwith.
Shehopedtheywouldn’tstaylong,andtakeArloand
hissnake-starearoundtoShady’s,wheretheyusuallyspenttheirbeermoney.
“What’sthematter?”Griffasked.
“Oh,nothing,justsomebodyelsefrombacksomeyears.Iexpectedsomewouldcomeintonight,curioustoseeifIriseorfall.”
“Sensation,”Griffsaid.“That’sthewordoftheday,sinceyou’llbeone.”
Sheturnedbacktohim,
forgettingArlo.“Aren’tyoucleverwithyourwords?”
“Thewordofthedayhastofit.Thisonedoes.IwassupposedtoletyouknowTansy’sgotyourparents,ClayandGillythere.”HegesturedtoatableathisrightwithabigRESERVEDcardonit.“Nobodyarguedwithheronthatone.NotevenBigBud.”
“Oh,BigBudalwaysdididolizeClay.He’sallright,
Griff,just...insistentnowandthen.Daddy’sjustwaitingonMamatofinishprimping,sothey’llbeheresoon.I’mreallygladyou’reherenow.”
“WhereelsewouldIbe?”Shehesitated,thensat.She
hadplentyoftime.“Griffin,you’rereallynotgoingtopayanymindtowhatIsaidaboutmylifebeingahotmessandalltherest?”
“Itdoesn’tlooklikesucha
messtome.”“You’renotinit.AndI
foundoutmoretoday,worsetoday.Ican’ttalkaboutitrightnow,butit’stwistedupsomethingterrible.”
Hebrushedahandoverthebackofhers.“I’llhelpyoustraightenitout.”
“Becausethat’swhatyoudo?”
“That,andbecauseI’vegotathingforyouthatjustkeepsgettingbigger.And
you’vegotoneforme.”“You’resureofthat?”Heonlysmiled.“I’m
lookingatyou,Red.”“I’vegotnobusiness
havingathingforyou,”shemuttered.ThenasshehadonCallie’slaugh,sheletitgo.“ButmaybeIdo.”Hersmilewaspuretemptationassherose.“JustmaybeIdo.”Shetrailedafingertipdownhisarm,feltthelowvibration.She’dforgottenhowheady
thatsmall,simplepowercouldbe.“Youenjoytheshownow.”
Shewentbackintothekitchen,whichwasutterchaos,slippedintothebroomclosetofanofficetotakeabreath.
Tansyrushedin.“OhsweetGod,Shelby,we’reslammed.Derrick’spitchinginbehindthebarsowecankeepup.Howareyou?Areyouready?I’mhalfsickwith
nerves.”Shepressedahandtoherbelly.“Andyoulookcucumbercool.You’renotnervous?”
“Notaboutthis.There’ssomuchelseIhavetobenervousabout,sothis?It’slikeslidingintoanoldpairofslippers.I’lldogoodforyou,Tansy.”
“Iknowyouwill.I’mgoingoutinjustafewminutes,quietthemdownandannounceyou.”
Shepulledaraggedstripofpaperfromherpocket.“Mychecklist.Idobetterwithone.Okay.Themachine’sallsetupjustthewayyouwanted,andyouknowwhattodothere.”
“Ido.”“Ifanythinggoeswrong
withit—”“I’llwingit,”Shelby
assuredher.“Thanksforsavingthattableformyparents.”
“Areyoukidding?Ofcoursewesavedthemafront-rowseat—absolutelytopofthechecklist.Anditstaysreservedwhentheyleaveuntilyourgrandparentsgethere.I’vegottogocheckonafewthings,thenwe’llgoforit.Youneedanything?”
“I’vegotitall.”Sinceshewantedittobe
easy,natural,shewentoutearly,chattedwithafewpeoplesheknewatthebar.
Gotherselfabottleofwater.Sheknewhermother
tendedtogetworkedupbeforesheperformed—oralwayshad—soshedidn’tgotoherparents’tablebutsentthemasmile.AndanotherforMattandEmmaKate.OnemoreforGriffasTansysteppedontothelittlestage.
WhenTansyspokeintothemictheclattering,scrapingandvoicesquietedsome.“WelcometoourfirstFriday
Nights.We’retravelingonbacktothefortiestonightatBootlegger’s,sositbackandenjoythosemartinisandhighballswhilewebringyoutonight’sentertainment.Mostofy’allknowShelby,andmosthaveheardhersing.Thosewhohaven’tareinforatreat.DerrickandIarepleasedandproudtohaveherhere,onourstage,tonight.Nowy’allgiveaRendezvousRidgewelcometoourown
ShelbyPomeroy.”Shelbywalkedontothe
stage,facedtheroom,theapplause.“Iwanttothanky’allforcomingouttonight.I’msogladtobebackintheRidge,hearingfamiliarvoices,breathingthatgoodmountainair.Thisfirstnumberputsmeinmindofwhatitwasliketobeaway.”
Shestartedwith“I’llBeSeeingYou.”
Andhereshefeltlike
herself.ShelbyPomeroydoingherbestthing.
“She’sjustgreat,”Griffmurmured.“Sensation.”
“Alwayswas.You’vegotstarsinyoureyes.”EmmaKatepattedhisarm.
“That’sokay,Icanseefinethroughthem.Theyjustbrightenthingsup.”
Shesailedthroughthefirstset,pleasedtoseepeoplecomein,crowdatthebarorattables.Whenshetookher
breakClaywalkedstraightuptoher,liftedheroffherfeet.
“Soproudofyou,”hewhisperedinherear.
“Itfeltgood.Reallygood.”“Wishwecouldstay,but
I’vegottogetGillyhome.”“Sheokay?”“Justtired.It’sthefirst
nightinamonthshe’smadeitpastnine.”Helaughed,squeezedShelbyagain.“Comeonoverbeforeweleave.”
Sheglancedover,sawMattandGriffpushingthetablestogethersoherfamily,herfriendsmadeoneunit.
Maybeshe’dhadaroughstarttotheday,shethought,butitwasturningintoaperfectnight.
Shespentsometimewiththem,thenwentbacktothebarformorewater.
Itdidn’thurtherfeelingswhenshenoticedArloandhisfriendsleaving.She’dlose
thatmilddiscomfortfromhavinghimstareather.
He’doftenstaredather,justlikethat,whentheywereteenagers.And,sherecalled,hadtriedtogethertotakearideonhismotorcycleorsneakoffforabeer.
She’dneverdoneeither.Andshefoundit
downrightcreepythatyearslater,he’dstilljuststareather,unblinkingasalizard.
Griffslippeduptothebar
besideher,andmadeherthinkofmuchmorepleasantcompanionship.
“Gooutwithmetomorrownight.”
“Oh,I—”“Giveaguyabreak,
Shelby.Ireallywantsometimewithyou.Justyou.”
Sheturned,lookedstraightintohiseyes—bold,green,clever.Absolutelynothingaboutthoseeyesmadeheruncomfortable.
“IthinkIwantthat,too,butIdon’tfeelrightleavingCallietwonightsrunning,andaskingmyparentstositheragain.”
“Okay.Pickanightnextweek.Anynight,andanywhereyouwanttogo.”
“Ah...Tuesdaywouldprobablybebest.”
“Tuesday.Wheredoyouwanttogo?”
“Ireallywanttoseeyourhouse.”
“Youdo?”Shebrokeoutinasmile.
“Ireallydo,andI’vebeentryingtofigurehowtoinvitemyselfforatour.”
“Consideritdone.”“Icouldbringdinner.”“I’lltakecareofit.
Seven?”“Ifwemadeitseven-
thirty,IcouldgiveCallieherbathfirst.”
“Seven-thirty.”“Ineedtocheckwith
Mamafirst,butIexpectshe’llbefinewithit.Andyoushouldlistentowhatelsehascomeoutbeforewemakeanysortofdate.”
“It’salreadyadate.”Hekissedherlightlybeforehewalkedaway.
Shethoughtthatquickgesturehadbeenastatement,akindofstamp.Andcouldn’tquitefigureoutifshemindedthatornot.Sheputitinthebackofhermindasshewent
backonstageforhernextset.ShesawForrestcomein
withhergrandparents,taketheemptyseats.
Butshedidn’tnoticethebrunetteuntilhalfwaythroughherset.Shelby’sheartjumped,butshekeptthesonggoingwhentheireyesmet.
Hadshebeenthereallalong,tuckedintoatableattheback,barelyvisibleintheshadows?
Shelbylookedaway,triedtocatchForrest’seye,buthe’dgoneuptothebar,wasn’tlookinginherdirection.
Thebrunetterose,stoodamoment,sippingfromamartiniglass.Thenshesetitdown,putonadarkjacket.Sheaddedasmile,kissedherfingertip,flickeditinShelby’sdirection,thenstrolledout.
Shefinishedoutherset—
whatelsecouldshedo?ThenmadeabeelineforForrest.
“Shewashere.”Hedidn’thavetoaskwho.
“Where?”“Intheback.”“Who?”Griffdemanded.“Sheleft,”Shelby
continued.“Easyfifteenminutesago.She’sgone,butshewashere.”
“Who?”Griffdemandedagain.
“It’shardtoexplain.”
Shelbypastedonasmile,turnedandwavedwhensomeonecalledhername.“Ihavetowork.Maybeyoucouldfilltheminsome,Forrest.Icouldn’tgetyourattentionwhenIsawher,butIswearshewashere.”
“Who?”GriffdemandedforthethirdtimewhenShelbywalkedovertoanothertable.
“I’lltellyouaboutit,butI’mgoingtotakealittlelook
aroundoutside.”“I’llgowithyou.”When
Mattstartedtorise,Griffshookhishead.“Keepthetable.We’llbeback.”
“What’sallthis?”Violaleanedover.
“Nothingtoworryabout.I’llexplainwhenIgetback.”Forrestgavehershoulderarub,thenmadehiswayoutwithGriff.
“Whatthefuck,Forrest?Whatwoman?Andwhydid
sheputthatlookinShelby’seyes?”
“Whatlook?”“Halfscared,halfpissed.”Forrestpausedatthedoor.
“Youreadherprettywell.”“I’mmakingastudyofit.
Getusedtoit.”“Isthatso?”“That’sdown-to-the-
groundso.”Forrest’seyesnarrowedas
henodded.“Ihavetothinkaboutthat.Meanwhile,we’re
lookingforahotbrunette,aboutthirty,roundaboutfive-six,browneyes.”
“Why?”“Becauseit’slookinglike
shewasmarriedtotheguyShelbythoughtshewasmarriedto.”
“What?Thought?What?”“Andshe’sbadbusiness—
sowastheassholeShelbylikelywasn’tmarriedtoafterall.AlotworsethanIfigured,andIfiguredbad
enough.”“WasShelbymarriedor
not?”“It’shardtosay.”“Howcanitbehardto
say?”Frustrated,andtemperbuildingunderit,Griffthrewuphishands.“It’syesorno.”
Forrestscannedthestreet,thecarsparkedalongthecurb,thelighttrafficpassingby.“WhyarepeoplefromtheNorthalwaysinsuchadamnhurry?Astorytakestimeto
tellproperly.I’lldothatwhilewewalkaroundback,seewhatwesee.Haveyouputyourhandsonmysister?”
“Notsomuch.Notyet.ButI’mgoingto,sogetusedtothat,too.”
“Doesshewantyourhandsonher?”
“Youshouldknowmewellenoughbynow,damnit,Forrest.Theydon’tgoonherunlessshewantsthemonher.”
“Iknowyouwellenoughbynow,Griff,butit’smysisterhere,sothattakesmore.Andit’smysisterwho’sbeenfuckedoverright,left,sideways.Sothat’smoreyet.”
Hetoldthestoryastheywalkedaroundthesideofthebuilding,madetheirwaytowardthebackandtheparkinglot.
“Andyouthinkthiswoman’stellingitstraight?”
“She’stellingenoughofitstraightsoIknowthebastardShelbywaswithwasaliarandathief.I’llbedoingsomelookingforsomethingonthismillionsinjewelryandstampssheclaimstheystoleorconnedsomebodyoutof.”
Hiseyes,shadowedinthedimlight,scannedthecars.“Iftheyhadn’tbussedthebrunette’stable,Icould’vegottenprintsoffit,gottenhername,herrealone.”
“Ifshe’stellingthetruthaboutbeingmarriedtoFoxworth,hewasusingShelbyallalong.”Griffstuffedhishandsinhispockets,pacedaway.“AndCallie...”
“Callie’sgoingtobefineeitherway.Shelbywillseetothat.ButI’dliketohaveaconversationwiththiswomanwho’sdoggingher.”
“Brunette,right?Hot,brown-eyedbrunette.”
“That’sright.”“Idon’tthinkyou’regoing
tohaveanyconversationswithher.Bettercomeoverhere.”GrifftookadeepbreathasForresthurriedtowardhim.“Lookslikewefoundher.”
Shesat,slumpedinthedriver’sseatofasilverBMW,eyeswideandstaring.Bloodstillseepedfromthetinyblackholeinherforehead.
“Well,shit.Well,shit,”Forrestrepeated.“Don’ttouchthecar.”
“I’mnottouchingagoddamnthing,”hesaidasForrestpulledouthisphone.“Ididn’thearashot.”
Forresttookapicturefromtheside,onefromthefront.“Smallcaliber,andseehowit’sburnedaroundtheentrywound?Helditrightagainsther.Rightupagainstherforehead,pulledthetrigger.
Somebodymight’veheardapop,butitwouldn’tbeallthatloud.I’vegottocallmyboss.”
“Shelby?”LikeGriff,Forrestlooked
backtowardthebarandgrill.“Let’sjustwaitonthatalittlebit.Justwaitonit.Weneedtosecurethisarea.Andshit,we’regoingtohavetostarttalkingtopeopleinsidethebarandgrill.Sheriff?”
Forrestadjustedhisstance,
re-angledthephone.“Yes,sir.IgotabodyhereintheparkinglotofBootlegger’sBarandGrill.Yes,sir,thatsurewouldbeadeadone.”HeglancedatGriffashespoke,nearlysmiled.“I’mcertainofthatasI’mlookingrightatherandthesmall-caliberbulletwound,close-contact,inherforehead.Igotthat.”
Onasigh,Forrestshovedhisphoneinhispocket.“Sure
wishI’dfinishedthatbeerbecauseit’sgoingtobealong,drynightnow.”Hestudiedthebodyanothermoment,thenturnedtoGriff.“I’mdeputizingyou.”
“What?”“You’reacompetent
individual,Griff,andyousurekeepyourheadwhenyoufindadeadbody,asyou’vejustproven.Don’tshakeeasy,doyou?”
“It’smyfirstdeadbody.”
“Andyoudidn’tscreamlikeagirl.”LayingabolsteringhandonGriff’sshoulder,Forrestgaveitafriendlypat.“Plus,Ihappentoknowyoudidn’tkillhersinceyouwereinsidewithme.”
“Yay.”“She’sstillwarm,soshe
hasn’tbeendeadlong.IgotsomethingsIneedinmytruck,andIneedyoutostayhere.Righthere.”
“Icandothat.”Because,hethought,asForrestwalkedofftohistruck,whatelsecouldhedo?
Hetriedtothinkitthrough.Thewomanhadbeeninside,thenshe’dgoneout,gotteninhercar.Thedriver’s-sidewindowwasdown.
Warmenoughnight.Hadsheputitdownfortheair,orbecausesomebodyhadwalkeduptothecar?Dida
womanaloneinaparkinglotoutsideabarrolldownthewindowforastranger?
Maybe,butitseemedlesslikelythanrollingitdownforsomeonesheknew.
But...“Why’sherwindow
down?”heaskedForrest.“Fromwhatyoutoldme,shedoesn’tknowanybodyaroundhere.She’sgottohavesomebasicstreetsmarts,sowho’dsherollthewindow
downfor?”“Deputizedtwominutes
andalreadythinkinglikeacop.Makesmeproudofmyowncharacterassessment.Puttheseon.”
Grifflookedatthegloves.“Oh,man.”
“Don’twantyoutohandleanything—probably—butjustincase.Useyourphone,takesomenotesforme.”
“Why?Don’tyouhavebackupcomingor
something?”“They’llbecoming.This
womancameatmysister.Iwantalegup.Getthemake,model,licenseplate.Goonandgetapictureoftheplate.She’sgotahigh-endrentalhere.We’llfindoutwhereshegotit.”
Heshonehislightinthecar.“Purseisstillinhere,sittingonthepassengerseat.Closed.Keysintheignition,engineoff.”
“She’dhavehadtoturnthekeytogetthewindowdown.Strangetown,she’d’velockedthecarup,right?”
“Son,ifyouevergiveupcarpentryandsuch,I’dtakeyouon.”Forrestopenedthepassengerdoor,crouched,openedthepurse.“She’sgotherselfaprettylittleBabyGlockhere.”
NowGriffleanedoverForrest’sshoulder.“Shehadaguninherpurse?”
“It’sTennessee,Griff.Halfthewomeninthatbararecarrying.Loaded,clean.I’dsayithasn’tbeenfiredrecently.GotaFloridadriver’slicenseunderthenameMadelineElizabethProctor,andthat’snotthenameshegaveShelby.Miamiaddress.GotherDOBaseighttwenty-two’eighty-five.Gotsomelipstick—looksprettynew—gotherselfafoldingcombatknife.”
“Jesus.”“Niceone,too.
Blackhawk.VisaandAmericanExpresscards,samename.Wegottwohundredand...thirty-twodollarsincash.AndakeycardforaroomattheLodgeatBuckberryCreekinGatlinburg.Fancy.”
“Didn’twanttogetrousted.”WhenForrestglancedover,Griffshrugged.“ShehadtoknowShelbyhad
acopforabrother.GoatShelby,she’sgoingtohaveacoproustingher.Plusplentyoffamilycirclingthewagons.Soshedoesn’tstayatthelocalhotel,whichisprettyfancy,too.SheputssomedistancebetweenherselfandtheRidge,givesShelbyaphonyname.”
“SeewhyIdeputizedyou?So,whatdoyoufigurehappenedhere?”
“Seriously?”
“Deadwomaninthecar,Griff.”Curious,Forreststraightenedup,rolledhisshoulders.“It’sprettyserious,allinall.”
“Well,I’dguessshecametonighttomesswithShelby’shead.KeepherselfrightinthefrontofShelby’smind.OnceShelbyspottedher,shecouldgo.Shecameout,gotinhercar,mostlikelytodrivebacktoGatlinburg.Somebodycameovertothe
car,tothedriver’sside.I’mleaningtowardsherecognizedwhoeveritwas,andfelteasyenoughtolowerthewindowinsteadofdrivingofforgettingherowngun.Aftersherolleddownthewindow...”
Griffmimedputtingaguntohisforehead,madeatriggerwithhisthumb.
“That’smywayofthinking,too.IfIdidn’tknowmymamawouldcallyou
insteadofmewhentheporchesneedscrapingandpainting,I’dtalkyouintojoiningthesheriff’sdepartment.”
“Notonabet.Idon’tlikeguns.”
“You’dgetoverit.”Helookedoverasacruiserpulledin.“Shit,should’veknownhe’dsendBarrowfirstoff.Guy’saffableenough,butslowasalameturtle.Goonbackin,Griff,roundup
Derrickandfillhimin.”“Youwantmetofill
Derrickin?”“Savesometime.He’sa
competentindividualhimself,andhe’sbeenworkingthebarmostofthenight.Couldbehesawsomebodywhodidn’tstrikehimquiteright.”
“Whoeverdidthisislonggone.”
“Yeah,forrightnow,anyway.You’realotquickerthanBarrow,Griff.’Course,
thatdoesn’ttakemuch.”“Whatwegothere,
Forrest?Hey,Griff,how’sitgoing?Sheriffsaid—Holyshitfire!”Barrowsaidwhenhesawthebody.“Isshedead?”
“I’dsaythat’saffirmative,Woody.”ForrestrolledhiseyesatGriff.
GriffwentinsidetofindDerrickandfillhimin.
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helbysatinthetinyofficeholdingtheCokeTansyhad
pushedonherwithbothhands.Shedidn’tthinkshecouldactuallyswallow.
O.C.Hardiganhadbeen
sheriffforaslongasshecouldremember.He’dalwaysscaredheralittle,butshefiguredthatwasthebadgemorethantheman.Notthatshe’deverbeeninanytrouble—anyrealtrouble.He’dgonefullgraysinceshe’dlefttheRidge,sohisbuzzcutlookedlikeashorn-offBrilloPad.Hissquare-jawedfacewasfleshierthanithadbeen,andhecarriedamoregenerouspaunch.
Hesmelledofpeppermintovertobacco.
Sheknewhewasbeinggentlewithher,andappreciatedit.
He’dsaidForresthadgivenhimafullreportonherencounterwiththevictim—hecalledthewoman“thevictim”—buthadShelbygothroughitallagain.
“Andyou’dneverseenher,beencontactedbyher,talkedtoherbeforethis
morning?”“No,sir.”“Andyour...Theman
youknewasRichardFoxworth,henevermentionedanyonenamedNatalieSinclairorMadelineProctor?”
“No,sir,notthatIremember.”
“Andthisprivateinvestigator—thisTedPrivet.Heneversaidhernametoyou?”
“No,Sheriff,I’msureofthat.”
“HowaboutthisMickeyO’Harashetalkedabout?”
“Ineverheardabouthimbefore,either.Notuntilshetalkedabouthim.”
“Allrighty,then.Whattimewasitwouldyousaywhenyousawhertonight?”
“Ithinkithadtobeaboutten-thirty.Maybetentwenty-five.Iwasmorethanhalfwaythroughthethirdset,andI
startedrightaboutten.Shewasallthewayintheback,thefarrightcorner.”Sheheldherhanduptodemonstrate.“Myright,thatis.Ididn’tseeherbeforethat,butthelight’sdimbackthere.”
Shemadeherselftakeadrink.“AfterIsawher,shegotup.Notinahurry.Itwaslike,allright,nowyou’veseenme,nowImademypointandIcango.Shehadamartiniglass,butIdon’t
knowwhowasworkingthattable.IthadtobeatleastfifteenmoreminutesbeforeIfinishedthesetandcouldtellForrest.Might’vebeenafewminutesmore,butnomorethantwenty.IhadfoursongsleftaftertheoneIwasdoingwhenIsawher.Andthetalkbetweensongs,well,Ikeepthatshort.Sofifteenminutes,likelynomorethanseventeen.”
“Didyouseeanyone
followherout?”“Ididn’t,butIwaslooking
forForrestonceshegotupandstartedout.Iwasn’twatchingthedoor.”
“Ibetyousawalotoffamiliarfacesinthecrowdtonight.”
“Idid.Itwassonicetoseeeveryone.”ShethoughtofArlo.“Mostly.”
“Alotofunfamiliarones,too.”
“Tansydidalotof
marketing.Shehadflyersallover.Iheardwehadalotofpeopleintonightwho’restayingatthehotelandthelodgeandsoon,evencamperswhocameintonight.Somethingnew,youknow?”
“WishIcould’vebeenheremyself.We’regoingtomakeapointofit,thewifeandme,nexttime.Now,didanybodystrikeyou,Shelby?Somebodywhojustdidn’tlookright?”
“Ididn’tnotice.ArloKatterywasherewiththetwohealwayshungaroundwith,buttheyleftatthestartofthesecondset.”
“Arlo’smostlyforShady’s,oroneoftheroadhouses.”
“Hedidn’tdoanythingbutsit,haveafewbeers,thengoon.I’mjustthinkingofhimbecauseheneverlookedrighttome.”
“Neverhasbeen.”
“IguessformostofitIwaspullingonthefamiliarfacesmore,andthecouples.AlotofthesongsIdidtonight,well,they’reromantic,soIplayedtothat.Itcouldn’thavebeenanybodyfromtheRidge,Sheriff.Nobodyevenknewher.”
Hepattedherhand.“Don’tyouworrynow.We’llfigureitout.Ifyouthinkofanythingelse,anythingatall,
youtellmeaboutit.OryoutellForrestifthat’seasierforyou.”
“Idon’tknowwhattothink.Idon’tknowwhattothinkaboutanyofit.”
Outintherestaurant,Griffhaddoneaboutallhecoulddo.He’dhelpedorganizepeoplesothedeputiescouldtakestatements,orjustnames.He’dhelpedDerrickserveoutcoffee,softdrinks,water,asanotherdeputy
interviewedthestaffinthekitchen.
He’dgoneoutonceforair,hadseenthepolicelightsaroundtheBMW,andtimeditinadvertentlysothathewatchedthemloadingthebaggedbodyintothecoroner’swagon.
Anexperience,hedecided,he’dbehappynevertorepeat.
Thesecondtimehemaderoundswithcoffee,Forrest
pulledhimaside.“Shelby’sgoingtobeout
inaminuteorso.Ineedtokeepmyhandsinthisthinghere.I’mtrustingyouwithmysister,Griff,becauseIcan.”
“I’lllookoutforher.”“Iknowyouwill.She
pushedEmmaKatetogohome,andthat’slikelyforthebest.She’llgetoutofherequickerwithoutanotherfemaletostrokeherandask
fordetails.Getherhome.”“Youcancountonit.”“IknowIcan.Coroner’ll
knowforcertainoncehedigsthebulletoutofher,buteyeballing,hefiguresa.25.”
“Doyouknowwhosheisyet?Realname?”
Distracted,Forrestshookhishead.“We’vegotherprintsnow.I’llberunningthemmyselftonight.There’sShelbynow.Givemeasecondwithher,thengether
out.Sheargues,carryherout.”
“IfIdo,don’tshootme.”“Notthistime.”Forrest
walkedover,tookShelbybytheshouldersashestudiedherface,thenjustdrewherin,heldher.
Whateverhesaidhadhershakingherhead,againandagain,assheburrowedintohim.Thenshesaggedalittle,shrugged.WhenForrestlethergoshestartedtoward
Griff.Hemetherhalfway.“Forrestsaysyouneedto
drivemehome.I’msorryhe’sbeingsofussy.”
“WhateverForrestsays,I’mdrivingyouhome.Menaren’tfussy—that’sagirlieword.We’relogicalandprotective.”
“Soundsfussytome,butthankyou.”
“Let’sgo.”“IshouldfindTansyfirst,
orDerrick,or—”“They’rebusy.”Hedidn’t
goasfarascarryingher,buthetookherhand,pulledherfirmlyawayfromthebuildingandthehardlights.“We’lltakeyourvan.”
“Howareyougoingtogethomeif—”
“Don’tworryaboutit.You’llneedthevan.I’lldrive.”Heheldouthishandforthekeys.
“Allright.Mybrain’stoo
rattledtoargue.Nobodyknewheraroundhere.Peoplearoundheredon’tjustwalkuptoastrangewomanandshootherinthehead,forGod’ssake.”
“Whichshouldtellyouwhoeverdidisn’tfromaroundhere.”
Shelookedupathimwithconsiderablerelief.“That’swhatIsaidtothesheriff.”
“Shebroughttroublewithher,Shelby.That’showit
readstome.”“IthastobethatO’Hara
person.”Theone,Shelbyremembered,thebrunettehadwarnedherabout.“Shesaidhewasinprison,butsheliedaboutherownname,sowhoknowswhatelsesheliedabout.Ifitwashim,andifshewastellingthetruthaboutRichard,aboutallthosemillions,it’snotsafetobearoundme.”
“Alotofifsthere.I’lladd
some.”Heshotheraglance,sorrierthanhecouldsaythatthesparkleshe’demittedwhenshesanghaddulled.“IfthisO’Hara’saroundanddidthis,andifhethinksmaybeyouknowsomethingaboutthosemillions,itwouldbeprettystupidtohurtyou.”
Hewaiteduntilshegotinthevan,thensettledbehindthewheel.
“Andifhe’ssuchabadass,whydidn’tshedriveaway,
gettheguninherpurse.Whyjustsitthere?”
“Idon’tknow.”Sheletherheaddropbackontheseat.“Ithoughtthingscouldn’tgetcrazier.AfterRicharddiedandtheroofcavedin,Ithought,Thisisasbadasitcanget.Thenitgotworse.ThenIthought,Allrightnow,that’sasbadasitgetsandwe’llworkourwaythroughit.Thenshecamehereandit’sworseagain.Andnow
this.”“You’vehadastreakof
badluck.”“Iguessyoucouldputit
thatway.”“Luckchanges.Yours
alreadyhas.”Ataneasyspeed,hefollowedthewindoftheroad.“Yousoldthehouse,you’recarvingawaythedebt.Youpackedthehousetonightandhadtheminthepalmofyourhand.”
“Youthinkso?”
“Iwasinthehouse,”hesaid.“Andyou’vegotadatewithmecoming.I’madamngoodcatch.”
Shedidn’tthinkshehadasmileinher,buthefounditforher.“Areyou?”
“Damnright.Justaskmymother.Hell,askyours.”
“Youdon’tlackintheconfidencedepartment,doyou,Griffin?”
“IknowwhoIam,”hetoldherashepulledupather
house.“Howthehellareyou
gettinghome?”Shepushedfingersagainstthatheadachespotbetweenhereyes.“Ididn’teventhink.Youcantakethevan,andIcouldgetDaddytodrivemeoverandpickitupinthemorning.”
“Don’tworryaboutit.”Hegotout,camearound.
She’dopenedthedoorbeforehegottoit,buthetookherhandwhenshegotout.
“Youdon’thavetowalkmetothedoor.”
“It’sjustoneofthemanythingsthatmakemesuchagoodcatch.”
Thedooropenedastheycameupthewalk.
“Oh,babygirl.”“I’mallright,Mama.”“Ofcourseyouare.Come
oninhere,Griffin.”AdaMaescoopedShelbyupinahug.“Yourgrannyandgrandpacameby,tolduseverything.
Forrest,ishestilloverthere?”
“Yeah,he’sstillthere.”“Good.Don’tyouworry
aboutCallie.Icheckedonherfiveminutesago,andshe’ssoundasleep.Whydon’tImakeyousomethingtoeat?”
“Icouldn’t,Mama.”“Letmelookatthegirl.”
Claytonsteppedup,tippedupShelby’sface.“You’repaleandyou’retired.”
“IguessIam.”
“Ifyoucan’tsleep,I’llgiveyoualittlesomething.Butyougiveitatryfirst.”
“Iwill.IguessI’llgoonup.Daddy,Grifflefthistruckbackatthebarandgrillsohecouldbringmehome.Thankyou,Griff.”Sheturned,touchedherlipstohischeek.
“I’mgoingtoseeyousettledandtuckedin.”AdaMaeputanarmaroundShelby’swaist.“Thankyou,Griff,forseeingtomybaby
girl.You’reagoodboy.”“ButamIagoodcatch?”AtShelby’stiredlaugh,
AdaMaegaveapuzzledsmile.“Bestinthewholepool.Comeonnow,mybaby.”
Claytonwaiteduntiltheywereupthestairs.“Yougottimeforabeerandsomedetails,Griff?”
“Ifyou’dmakethataCokeorgingerale,I’vegottime.Iplantobunkonyourcouch
thereanyway.”“Icangetyoubacktoyour
truck.”“I’dfeelbetterbunking
rightheretonight.Idon’tthinkthere’sgoingtobeanytrouble,butI’dfeelbetterrighthere.”
“Allright,then.We’llhaveaCokeandatalk.ThenI’llgetyouapillowandblanket.”
Anhourlater,Griffstretchedoutonthecouch—a
prettycomfortablecouch.Godknewhe’dsleptonalotworse.Hestaredupattheceilingawhile,thinkingofShelby,lettingsomeofthesongsshe’dsungthatnightreplayinhishead.
Atsomepointhe’dletthewholebusinessplayaround,likethesongs,inhishead.It’showhesolvedmostproblems.Letallthepiecesrollaround,tryfittingsometogether,takingthemapart
againuntilapictureformed.Rightnowtheonlyclear
picturewasShelby.Shewasinplentyof
trouble,nodoubtaboutit.Maybehecouldn’tresistadamselindistress.Notthathe’dusethattermoutloud.Besides,ifawomanlikedtheterm,ifshewasthesortwhojustwantedtositarounddoingnothingwhileherescuedher,well,she’dborethecrapoutofhiminshort
order.Andthatwouldberightbeforesheirritatedhimsoheneverwantedtodealwithheragain.
Soitprobablywasn’tthedamsel-in-distressthing,nowthathethoughtaboutit.Turnthataroundintoasmart,strongwomanwhojustneededsomehelp.Addinthewayshelooked,thewayshesounded.Thewayshewas.
He’dbeamoronifhedidn’twantthewhole
package.Hewasnomoron.Helethiseyesclose,
orderedhismindtogodrifting.Drifting,hedropped,sleptlightandrestlessuntil,ontheedgeofdreams,heheardsomethingthatbroughthimtofullalertagain.
Anoldhousesettling?heaskedhimselfashestrainedtohear.
No.Thatwascreakingboardsandfootsteps.Heslid
offthecouch,movedquietlyinthedirectionofthesound.And,bracedtoattack,slappedonthelights.
Shelbyclampedahandoverherownmouthtomufflethescream.
“Sorry!Jesus,sorry,”Griffbegan.
Shewavedherfreehand,shookherhead,thenleanedbackagainstthewall.Slowly,shedroppedherotherhand.“Well,what’sanotherten
years?Whatareyoudoinghere?”
“I’mbunkingonthelivingroomcouch.”
“Oh.”Nowshedraggedherfingersthroughherhairinawaythatmadeallthosewildcurlsgojustabitmadder—andtightenedeverymuscleinhisbody.“I’msorry.Icouldn’tsleep,soIcamedowntomakesometeaorsomething.”
“Okay.”
“Doyouwantsometeaorsomething?”Onathoughtfulfrown,shecockedherhead.“Doyouwantsomescrambledeggs?”
“Ohyeah.”Hefollowedherbackto
thekitchen.Sheworecottonpajamabottoms—brightbluewithyellowflowersalloverthem—andayellowT-shirt.
Hecould’velappedheruplikeicecream.
Sheputthekettleon,got
outaskillet.“Ican’tturnmymindoff,”
shebegan.“ButifIaskedDaddyforasleepingpill,Mama’dstartfussingagain.”
“Theyloveyoualot.”“I’mluckytheydo.”She
putapatofbutterintheskillet,letitmeltwhileshebeatsomeeggs.“Ithoughtwhenthewomantoldmeallthosethingsthismorning,theclientofthatdetectivewasprobablythepersontheyall
stolefrom.”“It’sagoodguess.”“NowIwonder,wasthis
womantheclient?Didhefindme,followmehere,allofthat,forher?ShesaidnowhenIaskedher,butshe’s—shewas—aliar.SomaybeshehadhimfollowmesoshecouldcomeandpushmeforsomethingIdon’tknow.”
“That’sanothergoodguess,butifyou’rewonderingdidhekillher?
Whywouldhe?”“Ican’tcomeupwith
somethingforthatexceptmaybeshedouble-crossedhimsomewhere.Hetalkedaboutfinder’sfeesonthistheftIdidn’tbelievewithForrest.Imean,Ididn’tbelieveRichardhadstolenallthat.”
“Iknowwhatyoumeant.”“Ibelieveitnow,andI
thinksheandRichardweregoodatthatsortofthing.
Stealinganddouble-crossing.Ormaybetheywerelovers—thewomanandthedetective—andshebetrayedhim.”
“Idon’tthinkso.”Frowningagain,she
poppedsomebreadinthetoaster.“Whynot?”
“Ithinkifyouaddinloveorsex,orboth,it’s—murder—it’smorepersonal.You’vegottofightfirst,right?”
Sheconsideredthat.“IguessIwould.”
“Mostwould,”Griffdecided.“You’vegottowanttotelltheotherpersonwhattheydidtoyou.Youwant,I’dthink,somephysicalcontact.Thisstruckmeasprettydamncold.”
“Youreallyfoundher?”“Forrestwaslookingleft,I
waslookingright.That’sall.”“Youstayedsocalm.At
leastitseemsyoudid.Youlookedcalmwhenyoucamebackin.Icouldn’ttell
anythingwaswrongbythewayyoulooked.Ithinkmostpeoplewould’vepanicked.”
“Itrytoavoidpanicbecauseitleadstochaos,whichleadstoaccidents.Yougethurtthatway.ThathappenedtomewhenIwasseventeen,climbingbackoutofAnnieRoebuck’sbedroomwindow.”
“Climbingout?”Hissmilewasquickand
crooked.“Climbinginwasa
breeze.”“Wassheexpectingyou?”“Ohyeah.Shewasthe
focusofmyhormonalobsessionforsixandahalfcrazedandblissfulmonths,andIwashers.Wewentatitlikerabbitsoncrack—andthefactthatherparentswereasleeprightacrossthehallonlyenhancedtheinsanity.Untilthenightwewerelyingtheremomentarilyinourpostcoitalcomaandshe
reachedoverforherbottleofwater,knockedoverthelamp.Itcrashedlikeabomb.”
“Uh-oh.”“Uh-fucking-oh,”he
concurred.“Wehearherfathercallhername.I’mscramblingup,tryingtogetintomypants,myheart’sajackhammer,I’msweatingbullets.Yeah,youlaugh,”hesaidwhenshedid.“AtthetimeitwasanightmareofElmStreetproportions.
Annie’scallingback,tellinghimshe’sallright,justknockedsomethingover,andhissingatmetogetout,getout,getout,shecan’trememberifshelockedthedoor.SoI’moutthewindowhalfdressed,panicked,andIlosemyfooting.”
“Anotheruh-oh.”“Andabigouchwithit.I
fellmostlyintheazaleas,butstillmanagedtobreakmywrist.Iseethepain,likethis
brightwhitelight,asI’mtearingassforcover.IfIhadn’tpanicked,I’d’veclimbedondownassmoothasIhadeveryothertime,andwouldn’thavehadtofakefallingonmywaytothejohnonceIgothomesomyfathercouldtakemetotheERandhavemywristset.”
Shesetaplateofeggswithasideoftoastinfrontofhim.Andhadtoquelltheoddesturgetojustwraparoundhim
andsnuggleasshedidwithCallie.
“Ireallyhopeyoudidn’tmakeallthatupjusttotakemymindoffthings.”
“Ididn’thaveto,butI’dhopeditwouldtakeyourmindoffthings.”
“WhatbecameofAnnie?”“Shebecameanewscaster.
WorkedlocalforawhileinBaltimore.She’sinNewYorknow.Wee-mailnowandagain.Shegotmarrieda
couplesummersback.Niceguy.”Hesampledtheeggs.“Goodeggs.”
“Scrambledeggsalwaystastebestatthreeinthemorning.Wassheyourfirst?Annie?”
“Well,ah—”“No,don’tanswerthat.I
putyouonthespot.MyfirstwaswhenIwasjustshyofseventeen.Itwashisfirst,too.JulyParker.”
“July?”
“Bornonthefirstofthemonth.Hewasasweetboy,andwefumbledourwaythroughit.”
Withthesmilehereyeswentalittleblurryasshelookedback.“Itwassweet,likeJuly,initsway,butitdidn’ttemptmetorepeatitallagain,nottillthesummerbeforecollege.Thatwasn’tsomuchbetter,andhewasn’tsosweetasJuly.Idecidedtoconcentrateonmysinging,
theband,college.ThenRichardjustbowledmeover,andthatwasthat.”
“WhathappenedtoJuly?”“He’saparkranger.Lives
inPigeonForgenow.Mamatellsmebitsandpieces.He’snotmarriedyet,buthe’swithanicegirl.Iexpectyou’reconsideringhavingsexwithmeatsomepoint.”
Hedidn’tlosehisbalanceonthesegue.“It’smoreplanningonit.”
“Well,nowyouhavetheoutlineofmyexperienceinthatarea.Fumbling—sweetly.Disappointment,andRichard.AndwithRichardnoneofitwasreal.Noneofitwastrue.”
“It’snoproblem,Red.I’llshowyoutheropes.”
Shelaughed.“Youdoswagger.”
“Sorry?”“You’reaswaggering
man,Griffin,walkingand
talking.”Shefinishedhereggs,tookherplatetothesinktorinse.“IfIeverworkmywayuptoyourplan,Ican’tpromiseit’llbegood,orthere’llbeanypostcoitalcomas,butit’llbetrue.Thatcountsforsomething.’Night.”
“Goodnight.”Andhesatalongwhilein
thequietkitchenwishingRichardFoxworthhadn’tgoneoutinthatboat.
Wishinghe’datleastlivedthroughthesquallsothey’dhaveachancetofaceeachother.
Sohecouldkickthebastard’sass.
•••
“HERLEGALNAMEwasMelindaWarren.”ForreststoodinwhathadoncebeenShelby’sbedroomandwatchedGriffsandtheseams
ondrywall.“Agethirty-one,bornSpringbrook,Illinois.Didtimeforfraud,sothatmuchwastrue.Andthatwasherfirstrealstint,thoughshedidsometimeinjuvieonceuponatime,gotpulledinhereandthereonsuspicion—theft,fraud,forgery.Nothingstuckuntilthislastone.AndmarriedsureenoughtooneJakeBrimley,inLasVegas,aboutsevenyearsback.Nodivorceonrecord.”
“Andyou’resureJakeBrimleywasRichardFoxworth?”
“Workingonthat.Thecoronerwasrightabouttheslug—.25caliber.Contactshot.Somethinglikethat,it’drattlearoundinherskulllikeamarbleinapan.”
“Nice.”Stillsanding,Griffglancedaround.“Whyareyoutellingmeallthis?”
“Well,youfoundher,soI’mrespectingyourvested
interest.”“You’reafunnyguy,
Pomeroy.”“I’vegotkneesbeing
slappedalloverthecounty.Otherthanrespectingyourvestedinterest,IcamebyheretotellShelby,butsheandeverybodyelseissomeplaceelse.You’retheonlyonehere.”
“Iamnow,”Griffconfirmed.“Matt’soutgettingsuppliesforwhat
we’llbedoinghereMonday.Plus,I’mbetteratdrywallworkthanheis.He’snotverypatientatit.”
“Andyouare.”Griffadjustedthe
BaltimoreOriolesfielder’scapheworetohelpkeepthedustoutofhiseyes.“Itjusttakestime,andsoonerorlaterit’ssmoothasglass.Shelby’satthesalon,”headded.“YourmothertookCallietotheflowerplacetobuysome
plantsforsomethingshe’scallingafairygarden.HerfriendSuzannah’scomingbywithChelsealatersothegirlscandiginthedirt.Yourfather’sattheclinic.”
ForresttookaslugfromthebottleofMountainDewhecarried.“You’rewellinformedaboutmyfamily,Griffin.”
“Isleptonthecouchdownstairslastnight.”
Forrestnodded.“Another
reasonI’mtellingyouallthis.IfI’mnotlookingoutformyfamily,Iknowyouare.It’sappreciated.”
“Theymatter.”Griffranhisfingersdowntheseamand,satisfied,movedtothenext.
“IhadtimethismorningtospeaktoClayaboutallthis,andotherthings.We’rewondering,asbrothersmight,ifyou’rejustlookingtobangoursister.”
“Jesus,Forrest.”AndGriffbeathisheadlightlyagainstthewall.
“It’sareasonablequestion.”
“NotwhenI’mstandingherewithasandingblockandyou’vegotagun.”
“Iwon’tshootyou.Thistime.”
Griffglancedback,measuredhisfriend’seasysmile.“Comforting.I’mlookingtospendsometime
withyoursisterandseewhathappensnext.Myimpressionisthedeadfakehusbandmessedhermindupprettygoodintheareayou’reconcernedabout.”
“I’mnotsurprisedtohearit.I’mgoingtogetbacktowork.”
“Whatabouttheotherguy?ThisO’Hara?”
Forrestsmiledagain.“Andthere’sthefinalreasonI’mtellingyouallthis.Youkeep
up.Name’snotO’Hara.James—Jimmy—Harlow.Hewentdownwiththebrunette,aharderknock.Accordingtothetuneshesangatthetime,they’dbeenworkingacononarichwidownameofLydiaReddMontville.Big—realbig—moneythereonherownsideandherdeadhusband’s.Foxworth—we’lljuststickwiththatfornow—romancedher.Hehadbonafidessaidhewasawealthyentrepreneur
withinterestsinartandimport/export.”
Hetookanotherswigfromhisbottle,gesturedwithit.“Thebrunetteposedashisassistant,Harlowashissecurity.Theyworkedthemarkfortwomonthsorso,defraudedheroutofclosetoamillion.Buttheywantedmore.Shewasknownforherjewelry,andherlatehusbandforhisstampcollection.Hadavaultfullofbothofthem.
Accordingtothebrunette,thiswasgoingtobetheirbigscore.Retirementtime.”
“Isn’tthatalwaystheway?”
“Widow’ssonstartedaskingtoomanyquestionsonthedealsFoxworthaimedhertoward,sotheydecidedtogetitdone,getout.Thingswentwrong.”
“Thingsalwaysdoonthelastscore,right?You’rejinxingitrightoffthejump.”
“Seemslikeit.Thewidowwassupposedtobeawayforfewdaysataspathing—whichturnedouttobeshewashavingalittletune-up.Plasticsurgery.”
“Becauseshehadayoungerlover,anddidn’twanttotellhimshewasgettingnippedandtucked.”
“Itplaystrue.Sothey’reinherbighouse,gettingintothevault.Goingtocleanheroutandbookit.Thesonbrings
herhome,wheresheplanstositoutthebruises,Iexpect.Andthey’rered-handedinthecookiejar.”
“Somecookies.”“Itappearseither
FoxworthorHarlowshootstheson,thebrunettecomesoutofthebedroom,knocksthewidowout—sheclaimstokeepHarlowfromshootingher,too,thoughheclaimsitwasFoxworthdoingtheshooting.”
“Ratsrattingonrats.Duplicity,”Griffdecided.“It’sasuitablewordoftheday.”
“That’safineone.”“Whathappenednext?”“Whathappenednextis—
andbothWarrenandHarlowagreeonthisendofit—Foxworthgrabsthebagthey’dputthejewelryandstampsin,andtheyscat,leavingthesonandwidowabloodymess.”
“Panic.”Meticulously,Grifftestedthenextseam.“It’sagatewaytoaccidents.”
“Thewidowcomesto,callsanambulancefortheson.Itwastouchandgothere,buthepulledthrough.Neitherofthemcansayforsurewhofiredtheweapon.Itallhappenedfast,andthesonwasinacomaforneartothreeweeks,andneverdidgetanythingbutspottymemorybackofthewhole
event.”“Whataboutthebad
guys?”“Theysplitup,withplans
tomeetatamotelonthewaytotheKeyswherethere’ssupposedtobeaprivateplanewaitingtotakethemtoSaintKitts.”
“Ialwayswantedtogothere.Itakeitnotallthebadguysmadeittothetropics.”
“No,theydidn’t.ThebrunetteandHarlowshowup
atthemotel.Foxworthdidn’t.Butthecopsdid.”
“BecauseFoxworthtippedthemoff.”
“Nowyou’resteppingonmyfinish.Theysuredidgetananonymouscallfromadropphone,andit’ssmartmoneytobetitwasFoxworth.”
GriffsnaggedtheMountainDewfromForrest,tookalonggulpbeforehandingitback.“Honor
amongthievesisbullshit.”“Theshittiestbullinthe
field.Totopit,Harlowhadadiamondringinhispocketworthaboutahundredgrand.PrettyclearFoxworthplanteditonhimjusttosweetenthe...duplicity.”
“Niceuseoftheword.”“I’vegotsomeskills.He’d
donetimebefore,Harlow,butnothingviolent.Heswearshedidn’tshootanybody,andthatthebrunettehadaclear
eyelineonwhodid,butshemadethedealfirst,andtheystuckwithit.Shegotfouryears,hegottwenty-five.AndFoxworthwalkedawaywithmillions.”
“That’dpissyouoff.”“Wouldn’titjust?”“ButifHarlow’sdoing
twenty-fiveyears—”“Shouldbe,buthe’sout.”Slowly,Griffloweredthe
sandingblock.“Howthehelldidthathappen?”
“TheprisonauthoritiesandtheStateofFloridawonderthesame.HeescapedrightbeforeChristmas.”
“Happyfuckingholidays.”Rollingitaround,Grifftookoffhiscap,shookoffthedust,settleditonagain.“He’sgottobetheprimesuspectonthismurder.Whydidn’tyoutellmestraightoff?”
“Iwantedtoseeifyou’dgetaroundtoasking.Ialreadysenthismugshotto
yourphone,thoughallthreeofthemhadahandwithdisguises.He’sabigguy,formidable.”
“LikeBigBud?”Tickled,Forrestlaughed.
“No,Isaidbig.Notmassive.YoutakealookatthepictureIsent,andifyouseeanybodywhoputsyouinmindofit,stayclearandcallme.”
“Yougotthat.Forrest,yousaidhenevergotbustedforviolentcrimes,butthe
brunettetoldShelbydifferent.Thathewasviolent.”
“Makesyouwonder,doesn’tit?Keepaneyeonmysister,Griff.”
“Bothofthem.”Forreststartedout.“That’s
tediousworkyou’redoingthere.”
Griffshrugged.“It’sjustwork,”hesaid,andwentbacktosanding.
S15
helbystoodbythecounterinEmmaKate’strimlittle
kitchenandwatchedherfriendslidealasagnacasseroleintotheoven.Shedidn’thavelong,butwanted
tosqueezethroughthesmallwindowoftimetoseeEmmaKateandherapartment.
“I’mgoingtogetlaidgoodandpropertonight.”Withawickedgrin,EmmaKatesetthetimerontheoven.“Spinachlasagna’sMatt’sfavorite,andIpickedupanicewineonthewayhomefromtheclinic.Anythingwithspinachmightnotbemyideaofaromanticdinnerfortwo,butitsureishis.I’llreap
thebenefits.”“It’snicewhatyouhave
withhim.Icanseehowwellyoufittogether.AndIreallylikeyourplacehere.”
“Ido,too.”Turningfromthestove,
shecouldseethroughthedoorway—Matthadtakenoffthedoorandstoredit—totheoldbutcherblocktablehe’drefinished,andwherethey’dhavetheirromanticspinachlasagna.
“Ofcourse,whenMattandGriffsitaround,it’showthey’dtakeoutthiswallhere,ordosuchandthatwiththebacksplash.IguessoneofthesedaysI’mgoingtoletMatthavehiswaywithbuildingaplacefromthegroundup.Hetalksaboutitalot.”
“Doyouwantthat?”“He’sgonenativeonme,
Shelby.Wantsatucked-awayplaceinthehills,inthe
woods,likeGriffhas.IguessIcanseeit,too.Quietandours.MaybeI’lllearntogarden.Butforrightnow,it’ssureeasytostepoutthedoor,walkafewminutesandbeattheclinic.”
“Oh,butwouldn’titbefuntobuildahousefromscratch?Decidingjustwhereyouwantthisroomorthatroom,wherethewindowswouldgo,andwhatkind?”
“Thethreeofyoucould
haveendlessconversationsonthat,”EmmaKatedecided.“Istartgettingnervousonceitgoesbeyondwhatcolorpaintforthewalls.Inanapartmentlikethis,everything’sprettywellset.
“Doyouwanttosamplethewine?”
“Betternot.Ican’tstaylong.Ijustwantedtoseeyouandyourapartment.Prettywellsetornot,it’sreallyyou,EmmaKate,brightandfun,”
shesaidasshewanderedoutofthekitchentothelivingroomwithitsdeep-cushionedredsofa,crazy-patternedpillowstossedoverit.Theframedpostersofbig,boldflowersaddedmorecolor,morecharm.
“Someofit’sMatt.Thatjadeplant’sfromacuttinghegotfromhisgrandmother.Hebabiesitlikehisfirstborn.It’skindofsweet.”
ShegaveShelbyarubon
thearm.“Iwasgivingyousometime,butI’mstartingtoseeyoudon’twanttotalkaboutlastnight,oranyofit.”
“Notreally,butIshouldtellyouhernamewasn’tNatalieorMadeline.ShewasMelindaWarren,andthemanshesaidIshouldbeafraidofifhefoundmeisJamesHarlow.Heescapedfromprison,EmmaKate,rightaroundChristmas.”
Shetookoutherphone.
“Here’sthepictureofhimForrestsentme,soyoushouldbecarefulifyouseehim.Forrestsaidhe’sprobablychangedhishair,maybelookssomedifferent.He’ssix-feet-threeandweighsinattwo-twenty,sohecan’tchangemuchofthat.”
“I’llkeepmyeyeout.Thisisamugshot,isn’tit?”
“Ithinkitis.”Takinganotherlook,
EmmaKateshookherhead.“Wouldn’tyouthinkhe’dlookthreateningorhardormeaninamugshot?Whathelooksissortofaffable.Likesomeguywhoplayedfootballinhighschoolandnowheteachessocialstudiesandcoaches.”
“Ithinkbeingabletolookaffableishowtheyallmanagetoswindleandsteal.”
“Iguessyou’reright.Andtheythinkhekilledher?”
“Whoelse?”Shelbyhadaskedherselfjustthat—whoelse?—adozentimesormore.Andnevercameupwithasinglealternative.
“Iguessthey’retalkingtoeverybodywhowastherelastnight,andaskingaroundtown.Forrestsaidthey’retryingtogetintouchwiththedetectivewhotalkedtome,buttheyhaven’tgottenaholdofhimyet.”
“It’stheweekend.”
“Isuppose.She—thisMelindaWarren—wastellingthetruthaboutbeingmarried.”
“ToRichard?”ThistimeEmmaKatelaidahandonShelby’sarm,leftitthere.
“It’smostlikely.TheyhavetogothroughsomepaperworkandbackgroundandalltobecertainthemanshemarriedwasthesamemanIthoughtImarried.But...Hell,EmmaKate,it’s
notmostlikely,itjustis.”“Shelby...I’msorryif
youare.”This,too,Shelbyhad
askedherselfadozentimes.Wasshehurt?Wasshesad?Wassheangry?
Theanswerhadbeenalittlebitofall,butmoreofsimplerelief.
“I’mgladofit.”Comforted,shelaidherhandoverEmmaKate’s.“Asawfulasthatis,I’mgladofit.”
“Idon’tthinkit’sawful.Smartandsensible,that’swhatitis.”Andturningherhand,shelinkedherfingerswithShelby’s.“I’mgladofit,too.”
“HethoughtIwasstupid,butwhatIwas,waspliable.”
AftergivingEmmaKate’shandasqueeze,Shelbydroppedherowntowanderaroundthesmall,brightspace.
“It’sinfuriatingtolook
backatitnow.It’s...andyouknowIusethewordsparely,butitsuitswhat’sinmeoverthis.It’sfuckinggalling,EmmaKate.”
“Ibetitis.”“AtthetimeIthoughtit
wastherightthing,thethingtokeepmyfamilytogether.Butweweren’tafamily.Ithought,onceIswallowedhardonit,thatwasdonenow.It’snotdone.NotuntiltheyfindthisHarlowperson.I
don’tknowifthey’lleverfindthatwoman’sjewelryandherstamps.Ican’tthinkwhatRichardmight’vedonewiththem.”
“That’snotyourproblem,Shelby.”
“Ithinkitis.”Shewalkedtoawindow,lookedoutatEmmaKate’sviewoftheRidge.Thelong,steepcurveofroad,withbuildingstickingtheirwaydownitastheyhuggedthesidewalk.
Flowersinbarrelsandpots,heading-toward-summerflowersinhotredsandboldbluesreplacingthepastelsofspring.
Hikerswiththeirbackpacks,shenoted,andsomelocalswarmingthebenchesoutsidehergrandmother’ssalon,thebarbershop.
Shecouldjustseethewell,justacornerofit,andtheyoungfamilywhostood
readingitsplaque.Acoupleofyoungboysmadehersmileastheyracedafteraspotteddogwho’dsnappedhisleashandwasrunning,tongueout,hellforleather.
ItwasagoodviewofwhatwaswhatintheRidge.
Foraminuteorsomore,shehadtotakeherselfbeyondthatcurvingstreetwithitshillsandshopsandflowers.Takeitbackintowhatstillcloudedoverit.
“Ifthepolicecouldfindallthat,orwhatRicharddidwithit—ormostofit—Iwouldn’thavetoworryorwonder.Thenitwouldbegoodanddone.”
“Whatdoesworryandwondergetyou?”
“Notadamnthing.”Sheturnedback,smiledatthepracticalitythatsteadiedher.“SoI’mnotthinkingaboutiteveryminuteoftheday.MaybeifIdon’tthinkabout
it,something’llpopintomyhead.”
“ThathappensformewhenIvacuum.Ihaterunningthevacuum.”
“Youalwaysdid.”“Alwaysdid,somymind
wandersaround.Thingsdopopin.”
“I’mhoping.NowI’vegottogethome.MamahadCallieandherfriendplantafairygarden,andIwanttoseeit.Rememberwhen
Mamahadusplantone?”“Ido.Everyspring,even
whenwewereteenagers.I’llhavetotrymyhandatitifweeverbuildthatfrom-the-ground-uphouse.”
“Youcoulddoaminiaturewindowsillfairygardenrightthere,usingyourbigfrontwindow.”
“Nowsee,I’dneverhavethoughtofthat.Nowyoudid,andI’mgoingtoendupbuyinglittlepotsandplants.
Wouldn’tthatlooksweet?”“Guaranteed.”“Icould...Holdon.”
EmmaKatepickedupherphonewhenitsignaled.“Matt’stextingmehe’llbehomeinaboutahalfhour.Whichmeansclosertoanhour,ashemustbefinishinguphelpingGriffonthehouse,thenthey’llhavetotalkaboutitawhile.Ruminate.”
“Ruminatingcantakesometime.I’vegotadate
withGriffTuesday.”EmmaKate’seyebrows
wingedup.“Isthatso?Andyoudon’tmentionituntilyou’reheadingoutthedoor?”
“I’mnotsurewhattothinkaboutityet,butIwanttoseehishouse.Ialwayswantedtoseewhatsomeonewithsomevisioncoulddowiththatplace.”
Thoseeyebrowsstayedraised.“Andseeingthehouseisyoursolepurposeofthis
date?”“It’safactor.Honestly,
truly,Idon’tknowwhatI’mgoingtodoaboutwhat’smovingalongbetweenus.”
“Here’sathought.”Lipsbowingupsome,EmmaKateliftedtheindexfingerofbothhands.“WhynottrysomethingIdon’tthinkyou’veputupfrontforthelastfewyears.Whatdoyouwanttodo?”
“Whenyouputitlike
that?”Shelby’slaughwasquickandeasy.“Partofme—maybethemostpartofme—justwantstojumphim,andtherealisticpartissaying,Slowdown,girl.”
“Whichone’sgoingtowin?”
“Ijustdon’tknow.Hesurewasn’tonmylist,andI’vestillgotalottotickoffthere.”
“I’mcallingyouWednesdaymorningtoseeif
youtickedoff‘sexwithGriff.’”
NowShelbyraisedhereyebrows,shotoutafinger.“That’snotonthelist.”
“Additon,”EmmaKatesuggested.
Maybeshewould,forsomepointdowntheroad.Butfornow,shewasspendingtherestoftheweekendwithherdaughter.
•••
BYMONDAYTHEREWASstillnowordonJimmyHarlow,nosignanyonematchinghisdescriptionhadbeenaroundtheRidge,oraskedaboutthebrunetteatherhotelinGatlinburg.
Shelbydecidedtobeoptimistic,decideditwasbesttothinkhe’ddonewhathe’dcometodo,hadexactedhisrevengeonMelindaWarren,andmovedon.
Sheparkedoutsidethe
salonwithtimetospare,sowalkeddowntothebarandgrill.Optimismwasherchoice.Itdidn’thavetobeeveryone’s.
Tansyansweredherknock.“Shelby.”Tansy
immediatelyenfoldedherinahug.“I’vebeenthinkingaboutyouallweekend.”
“I’msosorryaboutallthis,Tansy.”
“Everyone’ssorryaboutit.Comeoninandsitdown.”
“Ihavetogettowork,butIwantedtoseeyoufirst,andtellyouIunderstandifyouandDerrickwanttocancelFridayNights.”
“Whywouldwedothat?”“Itwasn’tthesortof
encoreanyofushadhopedforonourdebut.”
“Itdidn’thaveanythingtodowithus,withyou,withthebarandgrill.Derricktalkedtothesheriffpersonallyjustyesterday.They’relookingat
itasavengeancekilling,oldbusinessthatcameherewithher.”
“I’mpartofthatoldbusiness.”
“Nottomywayofthinking.It’s...”Onawhooshsound,sheleveredontoastool.“Istillgetalittlequeasyandlight-headedinthemorning.”
“AndhereIamhammeringatyou.Letmegetyouacoolcloth.”
“I’ddobetterwithagingerale.”
Quickly,Shelbywentbehindthebar,pouredgingeraleoveralotofcrushedice.“Sipitslow,”sheordered,thengotacleanbarrag,soakeditwithcoldwater,twistedituntilitheldcoolwithoutdripping.
Whenshecamebackaround,liftedTansy’shairandlaidtheclothonthebackofherneck,Tansymadea
long,longAhhhh.“Thatreallydoesfeel
better.”“WorkedformewhenI
wascarryingCallie.”“Itcomesonmost
mornings,butusuallypassesbeforelong.Everyonceinawhileithangson,comesbackatimeortwo.Justtheicks,youknow?”
“Ido.Itdoesn’tseemrightsomethingsowonderfulshouldmakeawomanfeel
sick,buttheprizeattheendofit’sworthit.”
“ItellmyselfthateverymorningwhenI’mhangingoverthetoilet.”ShesighedagainwhenShelbyturnedtheclothover,laidthecoolersideagainstherskin.
“It’spassingalready.I’mgoingtorememberthattrick.”
Reachingback,shepattedShelby’sarm.“Thankyou.”
“Doyouwantacouple
crackers?Icangetsomefromthekitchen.”
“No,itreallyispassing.Nowyousitdownhereandtakemybrandofcool-clothtreatment.”
AftertuggingShelbyaround,Tansylookedstraightintohereyes.“ThatWarrenperson?Shewasanawfulwoman,andfromwhatI’vebeentold,didn’tgiveagooddamnaboutanybodybutherself.Shedidn’tdeserveto
dieforit,butshewasanawfulwoman.Whoeverkilledherwasawful,too.Youdidn’tevenknowthosepeople,Shelby.”
“IknewRichard—orthoughtIdid.”
Obviouslyfeelingherselfagain,Tansyhissedandflickedthataway.“AndDerrick’sgotacousinoverinMemphisdealsdrugsforaliving.Thatdoesn’tmakeuspartofit.Areyoutooupset
tosingonFriday?Iunderstanditifyouare.Welostawaitressoverit.”
“Damnit.I’msorry.”“Oh,don’tbe.Hermama
hadacatfit,saidshemightaswellworkatShady’sBarasherewithpeoplegettingshot.Asifithappenedeveryweek.Shewasawhineranyway,”sheaddedwithawaveofherhand,“andLorna’snotsorrytoseehergo,soneitheramI.”
“I’mnotupsetaboutit,notlikethat.IfyouandDerrickwantme,I’mhere.I’vealreadystartedtheplaylist.”
“Newflyersouttoday,then.WesetarecordonFriday.”
“Youdid?”“Toppedourbestnight
whenwehadtheRoughRidersfromNashville,byfifty-threedollarsandsixcents.Youe-mailmetheplaylistwhenyou’refinished,
andI’llmakesurethemachine’sset.Andhow’syourmamaandalltherest?”
“Dealing.I’dbettergettoworkbeforeGrannydocksmypay.”
Shewalkedinrightontimeandwentstraighttowork.Shegavethegardenpatioasweep,wateredthepots,openedtheumbrellassoclientscouldsitintheshadeiftheychose.
Backinside,shefolded
towelsthathadn’tbeenseentowhileshelistenedtothechatterofthefirstcustomers.Whenshesteppedoutshesawhergrandmotherhadcomein,alreadyhadsomeoneinherchair.Crystalgossipedhappilywiththewomanshewasshampooing.
AndMelodyBunkerandJoleneNewtonsatinthepedicurechairswiththeirfeetinbubblingwater.
Shehadn’trunintoJolene
atallsinceshe’dbeenback,hadn’tseenMelodysincethatdayinTheArtfulRidge.Shewouldn’thavemindedkeepingitthatway.Butsinceshehadn’tbeenraisedtoberude,shestoppedbythechairsonherwaytocheckthefronttreatmentrooms.
“Hey,Jolene.How’reyoudoing?”
“Why,Shelby,Iswear!”Shesetherglossymagazineinherlap,gaveherheada
tossthathadherlong,highponytailbobbing.“Youhaven’tchangedonesingle,tinybit,evenafterallyou’vebeenthrough.Areyougettingnailstoday,too?”
“No,Iworkhere.”“Isthatright?”Jolene
widenedherhazeleyesasifthiswasfreshnews.“Ohnow,IthinkIdidknowthat.Youtoldmethat,didn’tyou,Melody,thatShelbywasworkingatVi’sagain,just
likebackinhighschool?”“IbelieveIdid.”Without
lookingup,Melodyflippedapageinherownmagazine.“Iseeyoutookmyadvice,Shelby,andfoundworkyou’resuitedfor.”
“Thankyouforthat.IforgothowmuchIenjoybeinghere.Y’allenjoyyourpedicures.”Shewalkedtothedesktoanswerthephone,bookedanappointment,thenslippedthroughtocheckthe
frontrooms.Outofthecornerofher
eyeshesawMelodyandJolenewiththeirheadstogether,heardJolene’shigh-pitchedgiggle.Thesameasitwasinhighschool.
Sheignoredit,andthem,remindingherselfshehadalotmoreimportantmatterstoconcernher.
Bythetimesheswungthroughthesalonagain,MaybelineandLorilee—
motheranddaughter—werebothperchedonlowstoolsdoingthescrubportionofthepedicures.
Sothey’dgoneforthedeluxe,Shelbythought,andwalkeddowntomakesuretheparaffinwasturnedonwarm.Shecheckedthelockerrooms,hauledoutusedrobes,ranthroughtherestofhermorningchecklist.
Shehadafriendlyconversationwithawoman
fromOhio,onegivingherselfadayofffromahikingadventurewithherfiancé,andofferedtotakealunchorderasthewomanhadbookedafullday.
“Youcouldeatoutinthegardenifyouwant.It’ssuchaprettyday.”
“Thatwouldbewonderful.Idon’tsupposeIcouldgetaglassofwine.”
“Icanmakethathappen,”Shelbytoldher,andproduced
acoupleofmenus.“Youjustletmeknowwhatyouwant,andoneofuswillgogetitforyou.Aboutone-fifteen?You’llbebetweenyourAromatherapyWrapandyourVitaminGloFacial.”
“Ifeelsopampered.”“That’swhatwe’rehere
for.”“Ilovethisplace.
Honestly,IjustbookedthedayheresoIwouldn’thavetohikethreedaysrunning.
Butit’sallsoterrific,andeverybody’ssonice.CouldIgetthisFieldGreenSaladwiththegrilledchicken—thehousedressingontheside.AndaglassofChardonnaywouldjustmakemyday.”
“Youjustconsideritmade.”
“Isthewomanoutfront,theowner,isthatyourmother?Youlooklikeher.”
“Mygrandmother.Mymama’sdoingyourfacial
later.”“Yourgrandmother?
You’rekiddingme.”Shelbylaughed,delighted.
“I’mgoingtotellheryousaidthat,andyou’llhavemadeherday.Now,canIgetyouanythingelse?”
“Notathing.”Thewomanburroweddowninoneofthechairs.“I’mjustgoingtosithereandrelax.”
“Youdothat.Sashawillcomegetyouinaboutten
minutesforyourwrap.”Shewalkedbackintothe
salonwithasmileonherface,wentstraighttothedesktoplacetheorderforaone-o’clockpickup.ShestartedtoturntohergrandmotherwhenJolenehailedher.
“That’sprettypolish,”Shelbysaid,noddingtowardthetoesJolenewashavingpaintedglossypink.
“Itputsmeinmindofmymama’speonies.Iforgotto
saybefore,andmygoodnesshaven’tyoubeenbusyinhere,IheardyouweresingingonFridaysdownatthebarandgrill.IwassorryIcouldn’tmakeitintohearyou,thenIheardaboutwhathappenedandwasn’tsorryIwasn’tthereonFriday.IthinkI’dhavehadaheartattackorsomethingfindingoutsomewomangotshotrightoutside.”
Shepattedahandtoher
heartasifevennowitwasindanger.
“Iheardyouknewher,too,isthatright?”
ShelbygaveMelodyaglance.“IknowyouconsiderMelodyareliablesourceofinformation—andthatMelody’sconfidentyou’llpushwhateverbuttons,turnwhateverknobsshetellsyouto.”
“Why,Shelby,Iwasjustasking—”
“WhatMelodytoldyoutoask.Theanswerisno,Ican’tsayIknewher.”
“Yourhusbanddid,”Melodysaid.“Butthat’sright,hewasn’tyourhusbandatall,washe?”
“Apparentlynot.”“Youmustfeeljustawful,
beingdeceivedlikethat.”Jolenepickedupthetheme.“Why,I’djustaboutdieifI’dlivedwithamanallthoseyears,hadachildwithhim,
andfoundouthehadanotherwifeallalong.”
“I’mstillbreathing.IguessI’mnotassensitiveasyou.”
Shestartedtostepback.“You’renotdoing
anythingimportant,”Melodybegan.“I’dlikeaglassofsparklingwater,withice.”
“I’llgetthatforyou,”Maybelinebegan,butMelodyshotherahardlook.“You’rebusypaintingmytoes.Shelby
cangetit,can’tyou,Shelby?”“Ican.Wouldyoulike
something,Jolene?”Jolenehadthegraceto
flush.“Iwouldn’tmindsomeicewater,ifit’snotrouble.”
“Noneatall.”Sheturned,wenttothe
back,intothetinykitchen.She’dstewaboutitlater,shepromisedherself,butfornow,she’dgetthedamnwater.
Shebroughtoutthe
glasses,handedonetoJolene.“Thankyou,Shelby.”“You’rewelcome.”Whensheheldoutthe
glasstoMelody,Melodyknockeditwithherhandsowatersloshedovertherim.
“Nowlookwhatyoudid!”“I’llgetyouatowel.”“Thesecapripantsaresilk,
andnowthey’vegotwaterspots.Whatareyougoingtodoaboutit?”
“I’mgoingtogetyoua
towel.”“Youprobablydiditon
purposebecauseIdidn’twantthelikesofyouworkinginmystore.”
“Yourgrandmother’sstore,lastIheard.Andbelieveme,ifI’ddoneitonpurpose,I’d’vepouredthewholeglassinyourlap.Doyouwantthattowel,Melody?”
“Idon’twantanythingfromyourkind.”
Shelbyknewtheplacehadgonequiet.Eventhewhirlofdryershadshutoff.Everyearintheplacewascocked.Soshesmiled.“Why,Melody,you’rejustasspitefulandfullofself-importanceasyouwerebackinhighschool.Itmustbeaburdencarryingallthataroundinsideyou.I’msorryforyou.”
“Sorryforme?Sorryforme?”
Melodyflungthe
magazineawaysoitlandedwithathwackonthefloor.“You’retheonecamecrawlingbacktotheRidgewithhertailbetweenherlegs.Andwhatdidyoubringwithyou?”
Hervoicepitchedlouderastemperroseinhotspotsonhercheeks.
“Ibroughtmydaughterandnotmuchelse.You’reawfulflushed,Melody.Ithinkyouneedthiswater.”
“Youdon’ttellmewhatIneed.Itellyou.I’mthecustomer.Youjustworkhere,sweepingup.Youdon’tevenhavethemarginalskillstopolishnailsoruseacurlingiron.”
“Marginal.”ShelbyheardMaybelinebreathetheword,sawoutofthecornerofhereyethelongtimeemployeecarefullycapthecoralenamelwithonlyhalfofMelody’stoespainted.
“Melody,”Jolenebegan,gnawingherlipatthestonystareonMaybeline’sface.
ButMelodyonlyslappedJolene’shandaside.“You’dbettershowsomerespectafterwhereyou’vecomefrom,andwhat’sgoneonsinceyoucamebackhere?WhosefaultisitsomewomangotshotrightinourtownFridaynight?”
“I’dsaythepersonwhopulledthetrigger’satfaulton
that.”“Itwouldn’thave
happenedhereifyouweren’there,andeverybodyknowsit.Nobodydecentaroundherewantsyouaround.You’retheonewhoranoffwithsomecriminal.Anddon’ttellmeyouthoughtyouweremarriedtohim.Likeasnotyoucheatedpeoplejustlikehedid,andwhenhediedandleftyouinafix,backhereyoucomewithyourbastard
child.”“Becarefulthere,
Melody,”ShelbysaidasJoleneletoutashockedhiss.“Berealcarefulthere.”
“I’llsaywhatIthink,andwhatmosteverybodyaroundherethinks,too.I’llsaywhatIlike.”
“Notinhereyouwon’t.”Violasteppedup,grippedShelby’sarmhard,tooktheglassofwatershestillheld—andhadbeenabouttoheave
—outofherhand.“I’vejustsparedyoufromasoakingorworse,asIexpectShelbywasabouttodowhatI’dliketodomyself,andthat’shaulyouupoutofthatchairandslapyourheadcleanaround,yourude,ugly-minded,pitifulgirl.”
“Youdon’tdarespeaktomethatway!Justwhodoyouthinkyouare?”
“I’mViolaMacNeeDonahue,andthisismy
place.I’llspeaktoyoujustasyoudeserve,andthegoodLordknowssomebodyshould’vespokentoyoulongbeforethis.I’mgoingtotellyou,tellyouboth,togetyourlazy,spitefulassesoutofmychairsandoutofmyplace.Yougetupandyougetout,andyoudon’tcomebackinhere.”
“Wehaven’tfinishedyet,”Melodybegan.
“You’refinished,doneand
finishedaltogether.Nochargefortoday.Nowgetthehelloutofmysalon.Neitherofyouaregoingtowalkinthatdooragain.”
“Oh,butMizVi!Crystal’sdoingmyhairformywedding.”TearsspurtedintoJolene’seyes.“I’vegotthewholedaybeforebookedhere.”
“Notanymore.”“Don’tworryaboutit,
Jolene.”Melodygrabbedthe
magazineforgotteninJolene’slap,tosseditacrosstheroom.“YoucanjustpayCrystaltocometoyou.”
“Shecouldn’tpaymeenough,”Crystalpipedup.
“Oh,butCrystal—”“Shameonyou,Jolene.”
Crystalbentdown,pickedupthemagazine.“We’vecometoexpectthatkindofuglyfromMelody,butshameonyou.”
“Wedon’tneedyou,”
MelodysnappedatCrystalasJoleneblubbered.“Barelyastepupfromthetrailertrashintheholler.Wedon’tneedthisplace,either.Ionlycomeinheretobecivic-mindedandsupportlocalbusinesses.Thereareplentyofotherplacestogowithmoreclass.”
“Youneverdidlearnclass,”ViolacommentedasMelodygrabbeduphershoes.“That’sashame,consideringyourgrandmother.She’s
goingtobeawfuldisappointedinyouwhenIcallherandtellherhowyoubehavedinmyplace,whatyousaidtomyowngranddaughter.Whatyousaidaboutmygreat-granddaughter.Thattakesyoubackapeg,”sheaddedwhensomeoftheangrycolorfadedfromMelody’scheeks.“Youmust’veforgottenI’veknownyourgrandmotherforoverfortyyears.We’vegota
lotofrespectforeachother.”“Tellherwhatyouwant.”“Oh,Iwill.Nowgetyour
second-runner-up’sassoutofmysalon.”
MelodysailedoutwhileJolenescrambledup.“Oh,Melody,wait!Oh,MizVi!”
“She’syourchoiceofcompanion,Jolene.Maybeit’stimeyougrewupsome.Goonnow,get.”
Sheransobbingoutthedoor.
Afteronestillmoment,severalpeople—staffandcustomers—begantoapplaud.
“Iswear,Vi.”ThewomaninViola’schairgaveherselfahalfspininit.“I’vealwayssaidcomingtoVi’sismoreentertainingthanwatchingthesoapoperas.”
Sinceitwasthere,Shelbytookthewaterback,downedit.“I’msorry,Granny.Iwasn’tgoingtoslapher.I
wasgoingtohaulheroutofthechairandpunchherrightintheface.Nobodytalksthatwayaboutmybaby.”
“Ormine.”ViolagaveShelbyaone-armedhug.
“Areyoureallygoingtocallhergrandmother?”
“Iwon’thaveto.Youbetterbelieveshe’scallingFlorightnow,givingheranearful.Flolovesthatgirl,butsheknowsher,too.I’llbegettingacallinsidethenext
halfhour.Maybeline,Lorilee,youtakeyourusualcommissionforthepedisoutofthetill.”
“No,ma’am,”theysaid,almostinunison.
“There’snoneedforit,”Maybelineadded.“Viola,don’tyoumakememadandsayanotherwordaboutit.Thatgirl’sluckyIdidn’tstabherwiththecuticlescissors.Shelby,shewastalkingtrashaboutyouforthelasthalf
hour.I’mnotsorrytoseethelastofherinhere.Shealwaysshortsmytip.”
“Jolene’snotsobadwhenshecomesinonherown,”Lorileeputin.“Buttogetherthey’redownrightmean.”
“Allright,then.”Withaglintofpridealongwiththedregsoftemper,shenodded.“I’mtreatingeverybodytolunch.”
“Lunch!”Shelbycheckedthetime,sighedinrelief.
“I’vegottogodowntothePizzateria,getacustomerasaladandsneakoutaglassofwine.Icangettherestify’allputanordertogether.”
“We’llhaveourselvesaparty,”Crystaldeclared.“Second-runner-up’sass.”Shehootedoutalaugh.“MizVi,IswearIloveyoutodistractionandbackagain.Twice.”
“Me,too.”ShelbypressedhercheektoViola’s.“Me,
too.”
•••
THEMURDERandMelody’sevictionfromViola’scompetedfortherichestjuicesqueezedfromthelocalgrapevine.Whileitwastruetherehadn’tbeenamurderintheRidgeforthreeyears,cominguponfour,whenBarlowKeithshothisbrother-in-law—andwinged
twobystanders—inadisputeoverapoolgameatShady’sBar,nobodyknewthewomancurrentlyinacolddrawerattheannexofthefuneralparlorthatservedasthecoroner’soffice.
EverybodyknewMelodyandViola,sothatstorytooktheleadwithmost.
TheincidentgotafreshboostonTuesdaymorning,whenthewordwentaroundthatFlorencePiedmonthad
dressedhergranddaughterdownandorderedhertoapologizetobothShelbyandViola.
TheRidgewaitedwithbatedbreathtoseeifMelodycomplied.
“Idon’twantherapology.”Shelbystackedfreshtowelsattheshampoostations.“Shewouldn’tmeanit,sowhat’sthepoint?”
“Heroffering,meaningitornot,andyouacceptingit,
makeshergrandmotherfeelbetter.”ForonceViolasatinthechairwhileCrystaltouchedupherroots.
“IguessIcanpretendtoacceptapretendapology,ifitcomes.”
“Itmaytakeafewdays,butit’llcome.Thegirlknowswhereherbread’sbutteredthethickest.We’reslowinheretoday.Whydon’tyouletMaybelinegiveyouanicepedicure?It’dbenicetohave
prettytoesforyourdatewithGriffintonight.”
CrystalandMaybeline,currentlytheonlyothersinthesalon,bothslidtheirgazestowardShelby.
“Idon’tknowashe’sgoingtonoticemytoes,onewayortheother.”
“Amanwho’sinterestedinawomannoticeseverythingatthestartofit.”
“That’sthetruth,”Crystalagreed.“It’safterthey’vegot
youawhiletheywouldn’tnoticeifyougrewanextrasetoftoesandpaintedthemeverycolorintherainbow.Especiallyifthere’sagameontheTVandabeerintheirhand.”
“We’vegotsomereallyprettyspringcolors,”Maybelineputin.“There’sBluesintheNight.It’sjustaboutthecolorofyoureyes.I’vegotthreemanisthismorning,andonlyonepedi
scheduledallday.I’dlovetodoyouone,Shelby.”
“Ifthere’stime,that’dbenice.Thankyou,Maybeline.”
“Whatareyougoingtowear?OnyourdatewithGriff,”Crystalasked.
“Idon’tknow.Really,I’mmostlygoingovertoseehishouse.I’vealwayslovedthatoldplace,andwonderwhathe’sdoingwithit.”
“Sincehe’sfixingyoudinner,youshouldwear
somethingpretty.”Shelbyturnedtoher
grandmother.“He’sfixingmedinner?Howdoyouknowthat?”
“BecausehedroppedbytoseemeSundayafternoon,andasked,casual-like,iftherewassomethingyouespeciallylikedtoeat,orsomethingyoudidn’tespeciallylike.”
“Ithoughthe’djustpicksomethingup.”Nowshedidn’tknowwhethertobe
flatteredornervous.“What’shemaking?”
“Ithinkthatoughttobehissurprise.Youshouldwearaprettydress.Nothingfancy,justpretty.You’vegotgoodlegs,girl.Goodlonglegs.Yougotthemfromme.”
“Andprettyunderthings.”“Crystal!”Maybeline
flushed,andgiggledlikeagirl.
“Awomanoughttowearprettyunderthingseveryday
anyway,butespeciallyonadate.It’sconfidence-building,Ithink.Andit’salwaysbesttobeprepared.”
“IfIwanttogetJacksonheatedup,allIhavetodoisputonablackbraandpanties.”
“Oh,Granny.”Undone,Shelbyburiedherfaceinherhands.
“Iwasn’tabletogethimheatedup,youwouldn’tbehere.Seemstomeyour
mamasaysyourdaddyfavorsmidnightbluewhenitcomestolingerie.”
“I’mgoinginthebacktocheckonthings.”
“Whatthings?”Violawantedtoknow.
“Anythingthatdoesn’tinvolvemyparentsandgrandparentsgettingheatedup.”
Shemovedfast,butstillheardthequickfemalelaughterfollowher.
•••
SHEHADTOENAILSpaintedadeepvioletblue,andatCallie’sinsistenceworeadressthecolorofdaffodils.Andbecauseshecouldn’tgetitoutofhermind,sheworeunderitawhitebrawithtinyyellowrosebudsworkedintotheedginglace,andmatchingpanties.
Notthatanyonewasgoingtoseethem,butmaybethey
wouldbuildconfidence.Onceshewasdressed,
Callieclungtoherleg.“IwanttogoonadatewithGriff,too.”
Sinceshe’dexpectedsomethingalongthoselines,shehadacounterofferready.“Whydon’twetakeGriffonadate,maybeonSundayafternoon?Wecouldtakehimonapicnic.Wecouldmakefriedchickenandlemonade.”
“Andcupcakes.”“Absolutelycupcakes.”
ShehauledCallieupbeforeshewalkedoutofthebedroom.“Wouldn’tthatbefun?”
“Uh-huh.When’sSundayafternoon?”
“Justafewdaysaway.”“Don’tyoulookpretty!”
AdaMaeexclaimed.“Doesn’tyourmamalookpretty,Callie?”
“Uh-huh.She’sgoingona
datewithGriff,andwe’regoingtotakehimonadateforapicniconSundayafternoon.”
“Why,thatsoundslikethebesttime.Idon’tknowifthebubblemakeryourgranddaddy’ssettingupinthebackyard’sgoingtobeasmuchfunasallthat.”
“Bubblemaker?”“Whydon’tyougoout
andsee?”“I’mgoingtomake
bubbles,Mama.Bye.”ShekissedShelby’scheek,wiggleddownandtookofflikearocket,callingforhergrandfather.
“Isureappreciateyouwatchingheragain,Mama.”
“Weloveeveryminuteofit.Ithinkyourdaddy’sasexcitedaboutbubblesassheis.Youhaveagoodtimetonight.Yougotacondominyourpurse?”
“Oh,Mama.”
AdaMaejustpulledoneoutofherpantspocket.“Incase.Youputthisinyourpurse,andI’llhaveonelessthingtoworryabout.”
“Mama,I’mjustgoingtoseehishouseandhavedinner.”
“Thingshappen,andasmartwoman’spreparedwhentheydo.Beasmartwomannow,Shelby.”
“Yes,ma’am.Iwon’tbelate.”
“Youstayaslongasyouwant.”
Withthecondomtuckedinherpurse,Shelbystartedout.She’djustopenedthevandoorwhenForrestpulledup.
“Whereareyouofftoinayellowdress?”
“I’mjusthavingdinnerwithGriff.”
“Where?”Sherolledhereyes.“At
hishousebecauseIwanttoseeit,andI’llbelateif
you’regoingtogivemethethirddegree.”
“He’llwait.Thesheriffclearedmetoletyouknow.Richardwasn’tJakeBrimley,either.”
Herpulsejumped.Sheactuallyfelttheleapinherthroat.“Whatdoyoumean?”
“JakeBrimley,withtheSocialSecuritynumberheused,diedattheageofthreein2001.Richardcreatedtheidentification,orpaidtohave
itcreated.”“Youmean...heused
thatname,buthewasn’tthatperson?”
“That’sright.”“Whowashethen?God’s
sake,howmanynamescanonemanhave?”
“Ican’tsay—Idon’tknow,”Forrestcorrected.“We’reworkingonit.I’lldowhatIcantofindout,Shelby.Ifigureyou’dwanttoknow,onewayortheother.”
“Iwould.Idon’tknowhowIcanputitallawayuntilIknow.Didyoufindanythingelseoutaboutthemurder?”
“Asamatteroffact,wehadsomeonecomeintoday.Shewasintheparkinglot—inthebackseatofacarwithanotherindividual.Anindividualnotherhusband.Whiletheywerebusydoingthingsthatputalayerofsteamonthewindows,she
heardaloudpop.Thetiming’srightforittobetheshot.Shesurfacedfromheractivitieslongenoughtonoticesomeonegetintoacar,driveoffjustafewsecondslater.”
“God,shesawthekiller?”“Notreally.Shethinks
male,butshewasn’twearingherglassesatthetime,sodidn’tgetagoodlook.Wewouldn’thavethatmuchifherconsciencehadn’tgotten
overonherguilt.Whatwe’vegotisprobablymale,gettingintoadarkcar,possiblyanSUV.Nomake,modelorlicense,butshethinksblackordarkblue,andshiny.Struckherlikeanewcar,butshecan’tsayforcertain.”
“Whataboutthemanshewaswith?Didn’theseeanything?”
“Ididn’tsayshewaswithaman.”
“Oh.”
“Whichispartofherproblemwithcomingforward.We’lljustsaytheotherindividualwasverybusybelowwindowlevelatthetime,anddidn’tseeanything.”
“Allright.AndHarlow?”“Nothingthereyet.Yoube
carefuldrivingovertheretoGriff’s,Shelby.Textmewhenyougetthere.”
“Oh,forheaven’ssake,Forrest.”
“Ifyoudon’twantmecallingwhenyoumightbe...busy,textmewhenyougetthere.I’mgoingtoseeifIcanmoochleftovers.”
“They’reoutback,”shecalledoutashestrolledtowardthehouse.“Daddy’sgotCallieabubblemaker.”
“Yeah?IbelieveI’llgetmeabeerandgetinonthat.Textme.”
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hestoppedattheheadoftheshortlanethatledbacktotheold
Tripplehornplace,freshenedherlipgloss,tookacriticallookinthevisormirror.
Allright,nomoredark
circles,andnotallthecolorinherfacecamefromthelittlepotofcreamblushhergrandmotherhadurgedhertosample.
Herhair,windblownasitwas,addedacasualtouch.Wasn’titbesttostaycasual?sheaskedherself.
Andtookabreath.Shehadn’tbeenonadate
—arealone,andwhatevershe’dsaid,thiswasabonafidedate—sinceshe’dflown
offtoVegaswithRichard,togetmarried.
Orsoshe’dbelieved.She’ddatedplentybefore
that,ofcourse,sheremindedherself,throughhighschoolandintocollege.Butitwasallsovagueandblurrywiththeenormityoftheinbetweenthethenandnow.
Andhewasfixingherdinner,whichmadeitasortofseriousdate,didn’tit?Shemadeherselfthinkthrough
theenormity,backtotheblur.Shecouldn’tthinkofasingletimeamanhadfixedherdinner.
Maybeitdidn’tmakeitserious.Maybeonceyougotpastthehighschoolandcollegeyears,itwasjustsomethingpeople,adultpeople,didnowandthen.
Andshewasmakingfartoomuchofiteitherway.
Shemadetheturn,bumpedherwaydownthe
narrowdrive—obviouslysomethinghehadn’tbotheredtofixyet—thenjuststoppedthecaragainandlooked.
She’dalwayslovedthecharmoftheoldplace,thewayittuckedintothegreen,spreadabittowardashelteredstream.
Sheonlyfounditmorecharmingnow.
He’dcleaneduptheexterior,andwhatadifference.Shethoughthe’d
likelypower-washedtheoldstone—repointedit,too,soitstoodinvariousshadesofbrownandgoldonitsrollofariseamongthetrees.
Andheputinspankingnewwindows,addedasetofdoorsinplaceofthebrokenwindowsonwhatsheassumedmustbethemasterbedroomduetotheadditionofacoveredporchwithbronze-coloredironrails.
He’dleftmostofthe
wonderfuloldtrees,themaplesandoaks,theirgreendeepeningtowardthatdeepsummershade,andputinacoupleofdogwoods,bloomedoffnowandstilltenderlygreen.Clearingoutthescrubandweedsalongthefoundationhadtohavebeenhard,sweaty,evenmiserablework.Whatevertimehe’dputinhadpaidoffasyoungazaleasandrhododendronssweptcoloratthestone’s
skirts,whileolderones,wildones,splashedmorebackinthegreenshadows.
Hewasdoingsomesortofterracingonthefarside,followingtheriseofthelandwithpartiallyfinishedstonewallsthatmimickedthetonesofthehouse.Sheimagineditfinished,andfilledwithnativeshrubsandflowers.
Toocharmedtobenervousnow,shelefthervanbesidehistruck,gatheredthepotted
mountainlaurelshe’dpickedupasahostgiftandwalkedtothewidefrontporch.
SheadmiredthesetofAdirondackchairspainteddeepforestgreen,theroughwoodtable—astumphemust’veplaneddownandsealed—betweenthem.Evenassheraisedahandtoknock,heopenedthedoor.
“Heardyoudriveup.”“I’malreadyinlovewith
theplace.Itmust’vetaken
youalotofsweatydaystoreclaimthelandaroundthehouse,allthatoldscrubandthebriars.”
“Sortofhatedtokillthebriars.Theyaddedalittle‘SleepingBeauty’totheplace.Youlookgreat.”
Helookedprettygreathimself,freshlyshaven,fromthelooksofit,withashirtofsoftlyfadedbluerolleduptohiselbows.
Hetookherhandtodraw
herin.“I’mgladtoseeyou’renot
aversetoplants,soyoushouldbeabletofindaspotforthese.”
“Thanks.I’lljust—”“OhmyGod.”Theshockinhertonehad
himlookingfranticallyforsomethinglikeoneofthemonstrouslyhugewolfspidershe’dspentweeksbanishingfromthehouse.
Butwhenshepulledfree,
turnedacircle,hersmilesimplyglowed.“Thisiswonderful.Griffin,thisiswonderful!”
He’dopenedupwallssowhathadbeenadark,narrowhallwaywasawidefoyerthatspillednaturallyintoafrontroomwithafireplacehe’drefacedinnativestone.Theearlyeveninglightflowedthroughtheuncurtainedwindowsontoagleamingdeep-tonedoakfloor.
“Idon’tusethisspacemuchyet,soIjusttossedanoldcouchandacouplechairsintoit.Haven’tfiguredoutwhatcolortopaintit,so...Ihaven’t.”
“It’saboutthespace,”shesaid,andwanderedit.“Ipeekedintheoldwindowssomanytimes,evenbrokeinonceonadareandwalkedallthrough.Arethesetheoriginalfloors?”
“Yeah.”Everysquarefoot
ofthempleasedhim.“Theytooksomework,butoriginal’sbestifyoucankeepit.IusedoriginaltrimwhereIcould,copieditwhereIcouldn’t.”
“Andtheceilingmedallion.IhaddreamsaboutthatforweeksafterIcamein.Thelittlefacesaroundthecircle.”
“Niceandspooky.Ihaven’tfoundtherightlighttogothere.”LikeShelby,he
lookedupattheplastermedallion.“Ithastohitme.”
“Itshouldlookold.Thereshouldn’tbeanythinginherethatlooksshinyandnew.Well,thekitchenandbathrooms,that’sonething,buttherest...AndI’mtellingyouyourbusinesswhenyouobviouslyknowjustwhattodo.Iwanttoseeitall.”
“Ihaven’tgottentoallofityet.SomespacesI’dstart,
realizeIwasn’tintherightmood.Keepgoingandyouendupdoingsomethingwrong,oratleasthalf-assed.”
Heshouldpaintthisroomawarm,richgold—notbrightandnottoodark,butlikewarm,richoldgold.Andleavethewindowsundrapedtoshowoffthegorgeoustrim,and...
Andshehadtostopdecoratingitforhiminherhead.
“You’renotdoingallthisyourself,areyou?”
“No.”Hetookherhandagain,startedtoleadhertowardthebackofthehouse.“Matt’sbeenaslave—willworkforbeer—whenhehasthetime.Forrest,too.Clay’spitchedinacoupletimes.Myfather’sbeendown,givenmeaweekortwowhenhecanmanageit.Andmybrother.Mymomhelpedclearingthebrush,andsaidIoweher
moreforthatthanfourteenhoursoflabor.
“Halfbathhere,”headdedwhenshelaughed.
Shepokedinside.“Lookatthatsink.It’sjustlikeanoldwashbasinonastand.Likeitcould’vebeenhereallalong.Andthatantiquebronzefinishonthefixturesandthelightsgoessowell.You’vegotanicesense,Griff,ofcolor,too.Keepingitwarmandnatural.Thehouse
doesn’twantboldandflashy.“What’sthisoverhere?”“Toolsandmaterials,
mostly.”Hethought,Whatthehell?andopenedtheoldpocketdoor.
“Suchwonderfulhighceilings,”shesaid,obviouslynotputoffbystacksoftoolsandlumber,bigtubsofdrywallmud,andplentyofdust.“Andanotherceilingmedallion.IguessyouknowtheysaytheoriginalMr.
Tripplehornwassix-feet-six,andbuilttheplacetoaccommodatehissize.Doesthefireplacework?”
“Notnow.Itneedswork,andprobablyagasinsertinhere,somethingthatdoesn’tlooklikeagasinsert.Refacingthebrick,ormayberedoingitinslateorgranite.It’scrapandcrumbling.”
“What’sitgoingtobe?”“Maybealibrary.Itfeels
likeahouselikethisshould
haveone.”Becausehesawitinhis
head,hegestured.“Built-insflankingthefireplace,alibraryladder,thatkindofthing.Bigleathercouch,maybeastainedglassceilingfixture,ifIfindtherightone.Oneofthesedays,”hesaidwithashrug.“AcoupleofotherroomsdownhereI’mstillthinkingabout.Ididn’twanttoopeneverythingup.Openconcept’sonething,
losingalltheoriginalquirksandcharm’sanother.”
“You’vegotthebestofboth.Youcoulddoaprettysittingroomhere,orfirst-flooroffice,guestroom.”Shestudiedanotheremptyroom.“It’ssuchaniceviewthroughthewindowsthereofthetrees,andjustthatlittlebendofthecreek.Ifyouputyourofficehere,youcouldfloatthedeskinthecenteroftheroomsoyoucouldseeout,
butnothaveyourbacktothedoor.Thenyoucould—AndthereIgoagain.”
“Youcankeepgoing.It’sagoodidea.”
“Well,Iwasgoingtobeasingingsensation,butinteriordesignwasmyfallback.Itookacoupleclassesincollege.”
“Seriously?Whydidn’tIknowthat?”
“Itwasalongtimeago.”“I’mgoingtouseyou.But
rightnow,I’mgoingtogetyousomewine.”
“Iwouldn’tmindaglass.”Justone,shethought,withplentyoftimetoburnoffbeforeshegotinthevanagain.“Somethingsmellsreallygood.Ididn’texpectyouto—”
Shebrokeoffinwonder.Everythingjustopenedup.
Wheresherememberedseeingawarrenofrooms,adingydiningroomseparated
bywallsandadoorfromasmallandevendingierkitchen,whatshe’dsupposedhadbeenmaids’andcooks’quarterswasnowonewonderfulspacethatbroughtthehills,thetrees,thecreekinsidethroughawallofglassdoors.
“IguessIwentalittleshinyandboldinhere.”
“No,no,notbold.Beautiful.Lookatthesizeofthatfarmsink.AndIlove
howyouglass-frontedsomanyofthecabinets.”
“Evenifmostofthemarestillempty.”
“You’llfillthemintime.I’dhauntthefleamarketsandyardsales,findmesomeoldcrockery.Maybeoldteapotsorcupsanddisplaytheminthoseoverthere.And...”
Shestoppedherselfbeforeshedecoratedhishousefromtoptobottom.
“It’ssuchaniceflowinto
thediningareahereandthe,Iguess,loungeareathere.Youcouldliveinthisonespace.Somuchcounterspace.Whatisthis?”
“Slate.”“It’sjustperfect,isn’tit?
Sohandsome.Mymamawouldcryforthatcooktop.Ilovethelights,thatpaleambertoneagainstthebronze.Youdesignedallthis?”
“Igotinputfrommydad,
fromMatt,fromacoupleengineersIknow.Anarchitect.Whenyougrowupwithacontractor,youtendtomakecontacts.”
“Still,it’syourwork.Itfeelslikeyou.Honestly,I’veneverseenamorebeautifulkitchen,andonethatfitssowellintothishouse.Youhavealltheconvenience,butthecharacter’srighthere.YoucouldentertainhalftheRidgeinhere.Itmustbea
joytocookin.”“Idon’tcookmuch.”He
tuggedonhisear.“Yourbasicsmostly.ButIfiguredifIeverhadaplace,didmyownkitchenrehab,I’dgoforthegoldandseeifIcouldreachit.Kitchen’stheheartofthehouse.”
“Itis,andthisone’sbigandbeautiful.”
“Youhaven’tseenthebestpart.”
Hehandedheraglassof
wine,pickeduphisown,thenwalkedtothewallofdoors.Whenheopenedthem,theyfoldedbacklikeanaccordion,tuckedaway,andbroughttheoutsidein.
“Oh,thatisthebestpart.That’sfantastic.Warmnights,sunnymornings,youcanjustleavethemopen.Andforparties.”
Shesteppedout,sighed.“Stillalottodoouthere
yet.I’vebarelyhitthispartof
theworkablegrounds.”“Youcan’tbeattheview.”Andnowwithher,he
lookedoutoverthestillscrubbyyardtothegreatgreendomes.Theyrose,softandmisty,withthequietinglight.
“Youcan’t.Anyseason,”headded.“AcouplemonthsagoIlookedoutatsnow,anditstayedwhiteorsilvergrayupinthehigherelevationsintoApril.Andlastfall?I’ve
neverseencolorlikethat,andwegetsomeprettyjazzyfoliageinMaryland.Butthemilesofit.Justmilesofitrollingupintothesky?Everydayforweeks,itjustdazzled.”
Helovedit,sherealized,andmore,understoodit.TheoldTripplehornplacewasluckyhe’dsettledin.
“Youcanhearthecreekbubbling,”shesaid,andfoundthesoundmore
romanticthanviolins.“Youcouldhaveabigcuttinggardenouthere,plantthingsthatdrawbutterfliesandhummingbirds.Andthere’senoughsunyoucouldhaveherbsplantedrightoutsideyourkitchen—forwhenyoudocook.”
“Maybeyoucouldhelpmefigurethatout.”
“Ihaveverystrongopinionsaboutsuchthings.”Sheliftedherfacetothe
breeze.“Youshouldplantsomebloomingweepers,andgetyourselfabigwindchimeforthatoldoakoverthere.Somethingthatgivesadeep,masculinetone,andacouplebirdfeeders—butupoffthetopporchorthebearscouldcomecalling.”
“I’drathertheydidn’t.I’veseenacouplesortoflumberalonginthewoods—whenI’velookedout.That’scloseenoughformewhenitcomes
tobears.”“Ienvyyouthisplace,
Griff.Thefeelofit,thelookofit,thepotentialofitandthehistory.IlikethatsomeoneIknowhasit,andmore,knowsjustwhattodowithit.Ididn’trealizeyouwerethisgood.”
“Isthatright?”Shelaughed,shookher
headassheturnedtohim.“WhatImeanis,Iknewyouweregoodatyourwork.I’ve
seenit,andI’mseeingwhatyouandMattaredoingforMama.Butthisisn’tjustchangingsomething,ormakingitbetter,prettierormorefunctional.It’sbringingsomethingbacktolifesomanyothersleftfordead.”
“Icametoseethepropertyonawhim,andfellinloveatfirstsight.”
“Ithinkit’sbeensittingherepiningalltheseyears,soitmustloveyouback.
“Idon’tknowwhatsmellssogood,butIhopeit’llholdjustabitmore.I’dlovetojustsitouthereawhile.”
“It’llhold.Givemeasecond.”
“Whatarewehaving?”sheaskedashewentintoturnofftheburner.
“Ihopeit’sgoingtobepenneinaspicytomatosaucewithblackolivesandbasil.”
Shesmiledashewalkedbackouttoher.“Andhow
didyouknowthat’soneofmyfavoritepastadishes?”
“I’mpsychic?”“Idon’tthinkso.Itwas
sweetofyoutofindoutwhatIlikeandgotothetrouble.”
“YoucantellmeI’msweetafteryoueatit,incaseit’sterrible.”Which,hecouldadmit,wasagenuineconcern.“Ididn’tmakethecannolis,sothey’llbefine.”
“We’rehavingcannolis?”“WhichIdidn’tmake,and
Ididn’tmaketheloafofItalianbread.Andthesalad’sfromabago’salad.Ihitthewallonthepasta.”
“You’rethefirstmantomakemedinner,anditsoundsperfect.”
“What?”“Itsoundsjustperfect.”“No,theother.”Hecircled
afingerintheair,signalingarewind.“I’mthefirstmantomakeyoudinner?”
“Well,mydaddy,of
course,andGrandpa’sdonesomeheroicgrillingovertheyears.”
“I...IfI’dknownthiswasafirst,I’dhaveboughtfancyplatesorsomething.”
“Idon’twantfancyplates.I’vehadfancyplates.Foodtastesthesameonthemasitdoesoneveryday.”
Heconsideredamoment.“I’vegottworeliableswhenIwanttocookandimpressawoman.One’syourbasic
steakonthegrill,massivebakedpotatoandtheeverpopularbago’salad.Theother,whenIseriouslywanttoimpress,isthischickenthinginwine.I’mprettygoodatthatone.”
“Whyaren’twehavingachickenthinginwine?”
“BecauseIdidn’twanttogofortheusualwithyou.AndIdidn’tdothiswhenyoufirstgotherebecauseIwantedtogiveyoutimeto
settleinfirst.”Hetookthewineglass
fromher,setitdown,puthisownbesideit,thendrewherin.
Hethoughtshesmelledlikethemountainsunset.Fresh,breezy,withshimmeringedges.Hecombedhisfingersthroughthelong,luxuriouslengthofherhair,allthosetumblingcurls.
Andremindedhimselfto
goslow,goeasy,ashelaidhislipsonhers.
Hedrewback.“ThatwasjustincaseyouthoughtIforgottokissyouhello.”
“Ididn’tthink—can’t.Don’t—Oh,damn.Damn.”
Thenextthingheknewshesurgedagainsthim.Sheknockedhimbackonhisheels,kickedeveryrationalthoughtoutofhishead,andflashedawireinhisbloodinonefellswoop.
Hestumbledbacktwostepsbeforeheregainedhisbalance,wrappedaroundhertokeepthembothfrompitchingofftheporch.Andbarelystoppedhimselffromyankingthedressupandoverherhead.
Shewasanearthquake,anexplosionofrecklessheatshootingboltsoffireeverywhere.Hisbrainfoggedintheashandsmoke.
Hewhippedheraround,
slappedherbacktothepost.Nowthathishandswerefree,heusedthem,shootingthemundertheskirtofherdress,runningthemoverherhips,overtheheat,downagain.
Shequivered,moanedagainsthismouth,thennearlysnappedthelastthinthreadofcontrolbyrockingherhipsagainsthim.
Hehadtopullback.“Wait.”
Shehadagoodgriponhis
hair,andpulledhismouthbacktohers.“Why?”
Hegotlostagain,foramoment,foralifetime.“Wait,”herepeated,thenrestedhisforeheadonhers.“Breathe.”
“Iambreathing.”“No,me.Imeantme.”He
tookthatbreath,thenanother.“Okay.”
Sheobviouslytookthatasagreenlightasshepulledhimbackagain.
“No,Imean...”Hesolvedhisdilemmabygatheringherup,holdingherclose.Jesus,didshehavetobesolongandsoftandslimrightthisminute?“Okay.We’lltakeabreath.We’lljusttakeacouplebreaths.”
Hehadsteadyhands,hethought.Rocksteady.Freakingsurgeon-steadyhands.Sowhyweretheyunsteadynow?
Hegrippedhershoulders
withthem,drewbackanarm’slength.Justlookather,hethought,thosebig,dazzlingeyes,nearlypurpleinthesofteninglight.
Heremindedhimselfhowroughshe’dhadit,howroughshehaditstill.
“Maybeweshould...Idon’twanttorushyou.”
Somethingsparkedinthosetwilighteyes,andcausedhisthroattogodryasdust.“Diditfeellikeyou
wererushingme?”“Idon’tknow.Maybe.The
thingis,ifwedon’ttakeaminute,abreath,a...something,we’regoingtoendupnakedontheporch.”
“Allright.”“Okay,so...”Hedropped
hishands,tookacautioushalfstepback.“We’lltakeaminute.”
“Imeanit’sallrightifweendupnakedontheporch.”
Helosthisbreathagain.
“You’rekillingme,Red.”“IknowI’vehadwhatwe
couldcalladrawn-outdryspell,butI’mprettyclearonthesignsandsignalswhenamanwantsme.AndifIwasn’t,youmadeitprettyclearyouwantedmethatonedayinmymama’skitchenoveraCoke.”
“IfIdidn’twantyouI’dbeanidiot,andmyownmother’sproudtosayshedidn’traiseany.”
“Iwantyouback,sothatseemsgoodnewsallaround.”
“That’s...yes,incrediblygoodnews—andIgotthosesignsandsignalsjustfine,too.Thethingis,consideringthecircumstances,theplanwastosoftenyouupsomewithdinnerhere,andgetyoutogooutwithmeacouplemoretimes,thengetyouintobed.”
Sheleanedbackonthepost,nodded.Somethinghe
recognizedasamusementmovedintohereyes.“AndI’mguessingyoulikehavingplans,personallyandprofessionally?”
“Thingsworkbetter,usually,whenyoudo.”
“Youdon’tlikesurprises?”
“I’mfinewiththem.”MerryChristmas,HappyBirthday.Let’sgetnakedontheporch.OhGod.
“I’mgoodwiththem,”he
managed.“Butmaybeittakesyoua
minutetoadjusttoasurprise.”
“Apparently.”Nowshesmiled,slowand
easy.Twilighteyes,magic
mermaidhair,along,long-stemmedroseofabody.
Yeah,shewaskillinghim.“Wouldyouliketohear
myplan?”sheasked.“It’ssortofspurofthemoment,
butIthinkit’sworkable.”“I’mallears.”“Myplaniswejustskip
overallthesofteningupwithdinnerandgoingoutacouplemoretimes.Wecomebackaroundtothatifwebothwant,afterwegetnakedontheporch.”
“You’renothingbutasurprise.Butno.”
Shesighed.“You’reahardnuttocrack,Griffin.”
“Imeannonakedonthe
porch.Wecandobetterthistime.”
“There’sbetterthannakedontheporch?”
“Thistime.”Thisfirsttime,hethought.Thisfirstsurprisingtime.“Ihaven’tshownyouthesecondfloor.”
Sheangledherhead,andhersmiledeepened.“No,youhaven’t.”
“I’dliketo.”Heheldoutahand.“I’dreallyliketo.”
Sheputherhandinhis.
“I’dliketo,butImightbealittlerusty.”
“NotfromwhereI’mstanding,”hesaidastheywalkedbackintothekitchen.“Butdon’tworry,I’llwalkyouthroughit.”
Shepaused,tappedthepurseshe’dsetonthecounter.“Isn’titinterestinghowmymamagavemeacondomtotuckinherebeforeIlefttonight?”
“Oh.Man.”Hescrubbed
hisfreehandoverhisface.“I’dthankherforthethought,butit’dbeembarrassing.Anyway,I’vegotthatcovered.Ha.”
“Allright,then.”“Wecantaketheback
stairs.”“Iforgottherewereback
stairs.”Delighted,sheturnedwithhim.“Don’tyouloveahousewithbackstairs?”
“Ilovethisone.I’mgoingtoupdatethem,butthey’re
sturdyenough.”Heflippedonalight—asinglebarebulb.“Updatethat,too.”
“Won’tthatbewonderful,butrightnowit’sallshadowyandspooky.Ilikehowitanglesoffheresoyoucangorightorleft.”
“We’regoingleft.”“Howmanybedroomsup
here?”“Thereweresevenonthe
secondfloor.I’mmakingitfive.It’sdowntosixnow,
onceIdecidedtoputthemasterinthefront.”
“Withthatwonderfulcoveredveranda.”
“Right.Andthethirdfloor’smoreamazeofsmallroomsandoddangles.Somethingtodealwithlater.”
Shefeltsocalm.Shehadn’texpectedtofeelsocalm,sherealized,astheywalkedthewide,shadowyhallway.Soeasyaboutitall.Excited,yes,God,yes,but
notjumpy.Andnottheleastbitshy.
Somethingabouthim,shethought,justsmoothedawaythejitters.
“Oh!Doubledoors.It’selegantandstillsimpleenoughtofittherest.”
“It’snotfinished,”hebegan,thenopenedthedoors,flippedonthelight.
“Oh,butit’swonderful.It’sgoingtobewonderful.Lookhowtheeveninglight
poursinthosedoors,andthefireplace—theblackgranite.It’spowerful.It’sastatement.”
“Haven’tdecidedonthewallcolor.”Henoddedtowardawallwherehe’dpaintedwidestripsofvaryingtones.“Ifoundtheironchandelieratafleamarket.Refinishedit,rewiredit.I’mlookingforotherlightingtocomplementit,butrightnowI’mjustusingsomefamily
castoffs.Bed’snewthough.Well,themattressisnew.Ifoundthebedacoupleweeksago.Fleamarketagain.”
Sheranherhandalongthecurvedfootboard.Smooth,shethought,sturdyandsimple.“It’sbeautiful.”
“Chestnut.Prettywood.Itjustneededsomework.”
“Almosteverythingdoes.Whatdidyouusebefore?”
“Sleepingbagonanairmattress.Butwithmyplanto
getyouuphere,IfiguredI’dbettergetanactualbed.GladIdidn’twaitonthat.”
“I’mgladyoudidn’t.”Sheturnedtohim.“I’mgladwedidn’t.”
Hemovedover,openedtheverandadoorstoletintheeveningair,thenflickedaswitchtoturnonthefirebeforeheturnedoffthelight.
“Thatworkforyou?”“Morethanworks.It’s
perfect.”
Hewenttoher,circledherwaist.“You’rewhereyouwanttobe?”
“Exactly.”Withalittlebitofwonder,shebrushedahandthroughhishair.“You’reasurprise,too,becauseIdidn’texpecttobeherewithanyone,notforalongtime.”Sheliftedherarms,circledhisneck.
Alongkissthistime,slowandlonganddeep.Likethefirsttime,andlikethefirst
time,herbodymeltedlikeacandleinthesun.
Allthesefeelings,shethought,alltheseshiverylittlesensations.She’dforgottenmorethansheremembered,sherealized,aboutbeingoneoftwo.
Sheletherselfflowwithit,justflowandfloatlikeadandelionpuffonasummerbreeze.Therewasastormcoming,oh,shecouldfeelitbuildinginher,butthesoft
andquietcamefirst.Shebroughtherhandsto
hisfacewhenhechangedtheangleofthekiss.Andshiveredwithanticipationasshefelthimlowerthezipperonthebackofherdress.
Hetracedafingerupherspine,down.Thelighttouchhadherarchingtowardhim,purringinherthroatbeforehebroughthishandstothestrapsofthedress,brushedthemoffhershoulders.
Thedresssliddownandaway.
“Pretty,”hemurmured,andranthatfinger,eroticallyroughwithcallus,alongthelacyedgeofherbra.
“Myheart’sbeatingsofast.”
“Icanfeelit.”“Yours.”Shelaidahand
onhisheart,relievedwhenshefeltitbeatfastandhardunderherpalm.“Yours,too.”
Shestartedtounbuttonhis
shirt,letoutabreathlesslaughwhenherfingersdidn’tseemtoworkright.“I’mshakinginside.Outside,too.”
Heliftedhishandstohelpher,butshebrushedthemaway.
“No,Iwanttodoit.You’lljusthavetotoleratesomefumbling.Iwant...”Shefelthimquiverasshefinallymanagedtoopenhisshirt,layherhandsonflesh.Andlookupintohiseyes.“Iwant
everything.”Shebrokehim,snapped
thelastlinkonthechainofcontrol.Shegaspedwhenheheftedherup,droppedherbackonthebed.Coveredher.
Shewaswillowslim,andpartofhimfrettedoverhurtingher.Buteventhatdroppedintothedarkwhenshebowedup,grippinghiships,holdinghimagainsthercentertocenter.
Thesunbledawaytodust,
andawhippoorwillbeganitscallforitsmate.
Thestormbrokeinher,ahot,whirlingtempest.Greedrosewithit,formore.
Hehadmuscleslikeirondespitethatrangy,swaggeringbuild.Hisbackrippledwiththem.OhGod,thefeelofthemunderherhands.Theweightofhimpressingherdownintothebed.
Andhardhands,rough,
impatienthands,alloverherbody.Notawakeningneeds—awakeningseemedtootameaword.
Itfeltmorelikeresurrection.
Whenhismouthclosedoverherbreast,ascrapeofteeth,aflickoftongue,andhishandslidbetweenherlegs,theorgasmtorethroughher,lefthershockedandshudderinginitswake.
Hedidn’tstop,didn’t
pause,butdroveherupagain.Andshewasapebbleina
catapult,flying.Helplessandquaking.Herbodywashisnow,open,andhetookit,gavehermoresosensationstangledtogether,needsbecameasinglethrobbingache.
Thenhewasinsideher,andpleasureranthroughherinaflood.
Sherodewithhim,beatforbeat,herheartracingashis
raced.Hersunsethairspreadwildoverthesheets,andherskinglowedinthesmokylightofdusk.
“Shelby.Lookatme.”Hisbodyscreamedforrelease,forthatlastleap.Buthewantedtoseehereyes.“Lookatme.”
Sheopenedthem,darkanddazed,lookedintohis.
“It’severything,”hesaid,andletgo.
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helby’sfirstcoherentthoughtwhenthehazeclearedfromhermind
was:Sothisiswhatit’slike.Shefeltheavyandlight
andlimp,hulledoutandfilledupagainallatonce.
Shethoughtshecouldrunamarathon,orsleepforaweek.
Mostofallshefeltutterlyandcompletelyalive.
Grifflayflat-outontopofher,andthatwasjustfine.Shelikedtheweightofhimevennow,thesensationofhisskinagainsthers,everythingstillhotanddamplikeafterastrongsummerstorm.
Inprettycontrast,thebreezeflutteringthroughthe
opendoorscooledhercheeks,madehersmile.Everythingmadehersmile.Ifshewasn’tcareful,she’dburstintosong.
“Gonnamoveinaminute,”hemumbled.
“You’refine.It’sfine.Everything’sjustreally,reallyfine.”
Heturnedhisheadenoughtobrushhislipsoverthesideofherthroat.“IwasalittlerougherthanImeanttobe.”
“Tomywayofthinking
youwerejustroughenough.Ican’tfigureifI’veeverfeltthisuseduporifI’vejustforgottenthefeeling.You’resurethorough,Griffin.Yousuredogoodwork.”
“Well,anythingworthdoing.”Helevereduptolookdownatherintheflickeringofthefire.“Youweren’trusty,bytheway.”
Pleased,languidwithit,shetouchedhischeek.“Iforgottoworryaboutit.”
“Iwonderedwhatyou’dlooklike,lyingherelikethis.It’sbetter,evenbetter,thanIimagined.”
“Rightthisminute,everything’sbetterthanIimagined.Thatmightbeduetothatlongdryspell,butI’mgivingyoucreditforit.”
“I’lltakeit.It’scoolingdown.You’regoingtogetcold.”
“Idon’tfeelcold.”“Yet.AndIhaven’tfed
you.”Hedroppedakissonherlips.“Ineedtofinishoffdinner.Butfirst...”
Herolled,andashedid,scoopedherup.Herheartdidastutteringrollashejustliftedherrightupashestood.
Muscleslikeiron,sheremembered.Hewasstrongerthanhelooked.
“Weshouldtakeashower.”
“Weshould?”“Definitely.”Hegrinned
ashecarriedher.“You’regoingtolovethebathroom.”
Shedid.Shelovedthegenerousspace,theoversizedclaw-foottub,theearthytonesofthetilework.Mostofallshelovedtheenormousshowerwithitsmultiplejets—andwhatcouldbedoneinallthatheatandsteambytwoinventiveandagilepeople.
Bythetimetheywereinthekitchenagainshefeltfreshandnewandsohappy
shewishedshe’dlearnedtotap-dance.
“IneedtoletmyparentsknowI’mgoingtobealittlelaterthanIsaid.”
“Goahead.Thoughsinceyourmothergaveyouacondomonyourwayoutthedoor,Idon’tthinkthey’llbesurprised.”
Shesentaquicktext,askedifCalliehadgonetobedwithoutanytrouble.ThenasGriffhadtheheatgoing
underthesauceagain,andwateronforthepasta,shechanneledsomeofthegiddinessintoaquickadditionaltexttoEmmaKate.BeenatGriff’sfortwo
hours.Wehaven’teatenyet.Betyoucanguesswhy.I’mjustgoingtosayWOWuntilItalktoyouinperson.MakethatWOWtwice.Shelby.
“WhatcanIdo?”sheaskedGriff.
“Youcanhavethatglass
ofwineweneverreallygotto.”
“Allright.”Shepickedupherphoneatthesignal.“It’sjustMamasayingCallie’ssleepinglikeanangelandtohaveagoodtime.Oh,Iforgottotellyou,Calliewasalittleputoutshewasn’tgoingonadatewithyou.Isaidwe’daskyouonadate.”
“Ohyeah?”Heglancedbackashepulledthesaladoutoftherefrigerator.
“Whydon’tItakecareofthat?DoyouhaveasaladsetsoIcantossit?”
“Huh?”“Acoupleofforks,then.”“Igotthose.Whatkindof
dateamIgoingtobeaskedtogoon?”
“Apicnic.”Shetooktheforks,thebottledItaliandressing,smiledbackathim.
“Isthatacoldfriedchickenandpotatosaladpicnicoranimaginarytea
partypicnic?Thatwoulddeterminethedresscode.”
“Thefirst.Iknowaplace.It’snotafardrive,andashorthikeafterthat.IwasthinkingSundayafternoon,ifthat’sallright.”
“Twoprettyredheadsandfood?I’malreadythere.”
“She’sawfulfondofyou,Griffin.”
“It’smutual.”“Iknowthat,itshows.I
justwanttosay,she’shada
lotofadjustmentstomakeinashorttime,and—”
“Lookingfortrouble,Red?”
“Itkindofgoeswiththeterritory.You’vegotakindnessinyou,Griff.Thatshows,too.Ijustwanttosaywhateverhappenswithus,Ihopeyou’ll...well,Ihopeyou’llstilltakeheronadatenowandagain.”
“I’mluckytoknowfourgenerationsof
Donahue/Pomeroywomen.I’mcrazyabouteveryoneofthem,andnotlookingforthattochange.Sassandstrength,itrunsrightthroughallofyou.”
“I’mstillhuntinguppiecesofmine.”
“That’sbullshit.”Hesaiditsocasuallyit
tookheraminutetolookup,blink.
“MostpeopleIknow,andImightbeoneofthem,
would’vebeencrushedflatfindingthemselvesmillionsofdollarsindebt,andthroughnoneoftheirowndoing.”
He’dhaveheardthedetails,shethought.That’showthingsworked.“Iwentalongwith—”
“I’mgoingtorepeatmyself.Bullshit.Whatyoudidwasbeyoungandimpulsiveandfallforthewrongman.Aswrongasit
gets,fromwhereI’mstanding.”
“Ican’tsayyou’restandinginthewrongplaceonthat.”
“Theninsteadofstayingcrushedwhenyoufindoutfullyhowwrong,findyourselfonyourownwithakidandburiedunderamountainofdebt,youpusheduptheweightandstartedhackingawayatit.Andthatlittlegirl?She’shappyand
confidentbecauseyoumadesureofit.Iadmirethehelloutofyou.”
Staggered,shestaredathim.“Well.Well,Idon’tknowwhattosaytothat.”
“Plusyou’rereallyhot”—hedumpedpastaintheboilingwater—“whichisnosmallappeal.”
Thatmadeherlaugh,gobacktotossingthesalad.
“Youcouldansweraquestionforme,though,one
that’sbuggedmeawhile.”“Icantry.”“Why’dyoustick?You
weren’thappy,anditdoesn’ttakemuchtodeducehewasn’tmuchofahands-onfatherwithCallie.Why’dyoustick?”
Afairquestion,shedecided,underthecircumstances.“Ithoughtaboutdivorce,morethanonce.AndifI’dknownallIknownow...butIdidn’t.
AndIdidn’twanttofail.Youknowmygrannywasjustsixteenwhenshemarriedmygranddaddy?”
“No.”Itshockedthesensibilities.“Ihadtofigureyoung,butthat’sababy.”
“They’llbemarriedfiftyyearsbeforemuchlonger.Halfacentury,andyouhavetofiguretheyhadsomeroughtimesinthere.Hermamawasbutfifteen,andsheandmygreat-granddaddywere
togetherforthirty-eightyearsbeforehewaskilledwhenasemicrashedintohistruckandthreeothersonenight,thewinterof1971.MyownmamawasstillshyofeighteenwhenshemarriedDaddy.”
“Womeninyourfamilystick.”
“Themen,too.Oh,there’sbeensomedivorces,andsomeofthembitter,cousinsandauntsandsoonscattered
through.ButIcantraceadirectlineback,sevengenerationsofwomenIknowof,andnotoneofthemraisedachildinabrokenhome.Ididn’twanttobethefirst.”
Sheshrugged,pickedupherwineagain,determinedtolightenthemood.“Now,it’strueenoughmygreat-great-grannyonmymama’ssidehadthreehusbands.ThefirstdiedfightingabloodfeudwiththeNashclan.Hewas
onlyabouteighteenwhen—soit’ssaid—HarlanNashbushwhackedhimandshothimintheback,leavingmygreat-great-grannywiththreechildrenandanotherontheway.Shemarriedherfirsthusband’sthirdcousin,andhadtimetomaketwochildrenwithhimbeforehediedofafever.ThensheupandmarriedabigIrishmannamedFiniasO’Riley.Shewasabouttwenty-two,and
borehimsixmorechildren.”“Wait,I’mdoingthemath.
Twelvekids?Shehadtwelvekids?”
“Shedid,andunlikealotofwomenofhertimeandplace,livedtotheageofninety-one.Sheoutlivedfiveofherchildren,whichmusthavebeenaburden,andlostherFinias,whowassheriffaroundhere,soForrestcomesbyhistendencynatural,whenshewaseighty-twoandhe
eighty-eight.Mygreat-granny,wholivesinTampa,Florida,withheroldestdaughter,wouldsayshe—HernamewasLoretta,buttheycalledherBunnyalways.”
“Prophetic,considering.”Withasnicker,Shelby
liftedherglassagain.“Theysayshemight’vemarriedagain,asshehadagentlemancaller,awidowerwho’dbringherflowerseveryweek,but
hediedbeforeshe’dmadeuphermind.I’dliketothinkIcoulddrawagentlemancalleratthatage.”
“I’llbringyouflowers.”“ThenifIdon’tseeyouon
mydoorstepinsixtyyears,I’mgoingtobedisappointed.”
•••
ITRELIEVEDHIMthatdinnerwasnotonlyedible,but
actuallytasty.SheentertainedhimwiththestoryofMelody’sevictionfromthesalon.He’dalreadyheardacoupleofversions,buthearingitfromher,couldvisualizeitperfectly.
“What’sherproblemanyway?”
“She’sbeenabullysinceI’veknownher.Spoiled,superior,withthatmeanstreakyoumentionedyourself.Hermamadotedon
her,anddoesstill.Pushedherintoallthebeautypageants,evenasalittlething.Andshewonmostofthem,thensashayedallaroundbeingimportant.”
“Sashayed.Notawordyouheareveryday.”
“Itsuits.Shealmostalwaysgotwhatshewantedwhenevershewantedit.Can’tsayshe’sshownanygratitudeforit.She’shatedmeforaslongasIcan
remember.”“Probablybecauseshe
knewifyou’denteredthosepageants,you’dhavebeatenherlittlebeauty-queenass.”
“Idon’tknowaboutthat,butIbeatheroutofsomeofwhatshewanted.Simpleasthat.”
“Suchas?”“Oh,sillythings—orthey
arenow.Aboyshewantedwhenwewereaboutfourteen,andhelikedme.ShegotArlo
Katterytobeathimup—Iknowshedid,butArlowouldn’tsay.Imadecaptainofourcheerleadingsquad—allthroughhighschool—andshewantedthat.GrandpafixedupthisoldclunkerofaChevysoIdidn’thavetowalkhomeafterpractice.Shespray-painted‘slut’andworsealloverit.Iknowitwasher,becausewhenIcalledheronit,Jolenelookedsodamnguilty.Sameasshe
lookedguiltythenightoftheHomecomingdancewhenIgotvotedqueenandthewindshieldofthatoldChevywasbustedup,andthetiresslashed.”
“She’ssoundingmorepathologicalthanannoyingnow.”
“She’sjustmean.Iguesssomepeopleare,andiftheyneverpayarealpriceforit,theyjustgetmeaner.Shedoesn’tworryme,especially
sinceshe’sbannedfromthesalonanddayspa.
“Youmadeawonderfulmeal,Griffin.Maybeyouareagoodcatch.”
“I’mtellingyou.”“I’mgoingtohelpyouput
thiskitchenbacktorights,thenIneedtogeton.”
Hetracedafingerdownherarm.“Nowayyoucouldstay?”
Hehadthosewonderfulgreeneyes,thoserough,
skilled,thoroughhands,andawayofkissingherthatjustputsparklesintoherblood.
“It’stempting,becausethatporchisstilloutthere.It’salotmoretemptingthanIthoughtitwouldbe.ButIwouldn’tfeelright,notgoinghometonighttoCallie.”
“MaybeIcouldhaveapizzadatewithCalliebetweennowandthepicnic.”
“Oh,that’dbenice,butI’vegotsuchabusyweek.I
needtorehearse,and—”“Iwasn’taskingyou.”Still
heleanedover,kissedher.“AnyproblemwithmetakingLittleRedforpizza?”
“I...Iguessnot.She’dreallylikeit.”Sherose,carriedtheplatestothesink.“Areyousureyouwanttotakethison,Griffin?”
“Callie,oryou?”“We’reaset.”“Niceset.”Hedistractedherwithtalk
ofplansforthehousewhiletheyloadedthedishwasher.Helikedrunninghisideasandplansbysomeonewhounderstoodthem,sawthepotential.
“Theonethingyouneed,andbeforemuchlonger,isaporchswing.Youcan’thaveabeautifulfrontporchlikethatandnothaveafrontporchswing.”
“Frontporchswing,check.Backporch?”
“Anoldbench,maybearockingchair.Youcouldsitandrockandlookoutatthegardensyouworkedsohardplanting.”
“I’mplantinggardens?”“Withawisteriaarborin
myimagination,thoseprettyweepers.”Shedriedherhandsafterwipinguphiscooktop.“Ihadawonderfultime.Idon’tjustmean...well,Iwouldn’twanttoleaveoutthetourofthesecond
floor.”Heslidhisarmsaround
herwaist.“I’vestillgotalottoshowyou.”
Sheletherselfmeltin,justsinkintothekiss.Andpulledbackwithrealregret.“Ireallyhavetogo.”
“Okay,butyou’regoingtocomebackfortherestofthattour.”
“Idon’tthinkIcouldresistit.”
Shepickedupherpurse;
hepluckedkeysoutofadishonthecounter.
“Oh,areyougoingout?”sheaskedastheywalkedtothefrontdoor.
“Sure.I’mfollowingyouhome.”
“Don’tbesilly.”“I’mnotbeingsilly.I’m
followingyouhome.Argueifyouwant,I’mstilldoingit.Thewomanwhothreatenedyouwasshotlessthanaweekagorightoutsidewhereyou
wereworking.You’renotdrivinghomealoneafterdark.”
“Ican’tstopyoufromtrailingmeallthewayhome,thendoublingback,butit’ssilly.”
“Eitherway.”Hetuggedherbackforakiss,thenwalkedtohistruckwhileshewalkedtohervan.
Silly,shethoughtagain,butsweet,too.Hewasjustrackingupallsortsofpoints.
Lord,shehadn’tthoughtofthepointsysteminyears.SheandEmmaKatehaddeviseditinhighschool.Amusingherself,shebegancountingupGriff’s.
Good-looking,scaleofonetoten.She’ddefinitelygivehimaten,shedecided,anddidn’tthinkshewaspushingthemark.
Conversationskills.Anothertenthere.Heknewhowtotalk,howtolisten.
Humor.Anotherwinner.Shemadetheturnontotheroad,watchedhisheadlightsfollow.
Considerate.Maybeevenalittletoomuch,suchaswastinghistimefollowingherhomeonroadsshe’dtraveledallherlife.
Goodkisser.Rightoffthescale.Sherolledherwindowdown,lettheaircooltheheatjustthinkingofitbroughton.Shecouldhonestlysayshe’d
neverbeenkissedbetter.Whatweretherestofthe
requirementsfortheperfectboyfriend?Shemusthavethemwrittendownsomewhere.They’dmadethemupbeforeeitheroneofthemhadhadsex,sothathadn’tbeenonthelist.
TheadultShelbylistwouldincludeit,andhe’dtopthatscale,too.
Shetookthebackroads,automaticallyskirtingthe
town,takingthewindingpath,withGriff’sheadlightsnotfarbehind.
Andallright,theymadehersmile.Itwasn’tsuchabadthingtoletsomeonelookafterher,justalittle.Aslongassherememberedsheneededtobeinchargeofherownlife,andCallie’s.
Shepulledintothedrive,notedherparents’bedroomlightswerestillon.Whenshegotout,shethoughtshe’d
waveGriffoff,buthewasalreadygettingoutofhistruck.
“Youdon’thavetowalkmetothedoor.”
“SureIdo.That’showit’sdone.AndifIdon’twalkyoutothedoor,howamIgoingtokissyougoodnight?”
“Ilikethesecondpart.ThefirsttimeIwaskissedatthisfrontdoor,Iwasfifteen,andSilasNash—adescendantoftheinfamousNashclan—
gavemeonethathadmefloatingthroughthedooranddreamingofhimhalfthenight.”
“Icanbeatthat,”Griffsaidafteramoment.“IcanbeatsometeenagernamedSilas.”
“He’sgettinghislawdegreefromtheUniversityofTennesseeCollegeofLaw.”
“Icandefinitelybeatalawyer,”Griffclaimed,andtoShelby’smind,provedit.
“IguessI’mgoingtofloat
upstairsanddreamaboutyou.”
“Allnight.”Hegatheredherhairintohisfist,kissedheragainuntiltheworldspunaroundher.“I’mnotsettlingforhalf.”
“Goodnight,Griffin.”“’Night.”Hewaiteduntilthedoor
shut,walkedbacktothetruck.He’ddosomedreamingofhisowntonight,hethought.Thewomanhad
himwrapped.Everythingaboutherstruckhomeforhim.
Heglancedup,imaginedhergoingintocheckonCallie.Andthinkingofhim,she’dbetterbethinkingofhim,whensheundressedforbed.
He’dsureashellbethinkingofher.
Hepulledout,andasshehad,tookthebackroads.
Nohurry,alottothink
about.Planstomake.Hehadapizzadatewitha
prettylittlegirltothinkabout,andapicnicwithherandhermothertolookforwardto.
Maybehe’dpickupabottleofchampagne,givethepicnicaclassy,unexpectededge.
Heglancedintherearviewattheheadlightsbehindhim,andsincehe’dbeendawdling,pickedupthe
speedalittle.Apparentlynotenough,he
thought,astheheadlightsbeamedcloser.Hewaitedforthetruck—hecouldseeitwasatrucknow—topasssinceitwasinsuchadamnhurry.
Insteaditrammedhimfrombehindhardenoughtoslaphimagainstthesteeringwheelandback.
Instinctivelyhehitthegas.Hethoughtofthephonehe’dput,asalways,inthecup
holder,butdidn’twanttorisktakingahandoffthewheel.
Andthetruckrammedhimagainfaster,harder,sendinghimintoaskidthathadhistiressmokingovertheroughshoulder.Grifffoughthistruckback,butthenexthit,rightatthecurve,senthimcareeningofftheroad,skiddingovertheshoulderandintotheoaktreegreenwithspring.
Heheardthecrunch,hada
momenttothink,Shit!Shit!beforetheairbagdeployed.Stilltheimpactslammedhisheadagainstthesidewindow.Hesawstars,andtheredeyesofthetruck’staillightsasitstopped,idled,thenpunchedittoroundthecurve.
“Nothurt,”hemumbled,butthestars,andtheyhadjagged,pointyedges,circledhisvision.“Nottoobad,nothingbroken.”
Excepthistruck.
Hegropedforthephone,watchedhisvisionwaverlikehe’dstuckhisheadunderwater.
Don’tpassout,heorderedhimself.
Inthedashlighthemanagedtofindthenamehewanted,andpressedDial.
“Where’smysister?”Forrestasked.
“Home.I’mnot.I’vegottrouble.IncaseIpassout,I’monBlackBearRoad,
abouttwomilesfrommyplace.Youknowthatturnwherethebigoakstands?”
“Yeah.”“Mytruck’sinthattree.
Somebodyranmeofftheroad.Icoulduseacop.”
“Soundslikeyoucoulduseatowtruck.Youhurt?”
“Idon’tknow.”Jagged,pointystarscircling.“Hitmyhead.Bleedingsome.”
“Staythere.I’monmyway.”
“Truck’sinthetree.WhereamIgoing?”
ButForresthadalreadyhungup.
Hesatforamoment,tryingtogetafixinhismindonthetruckthathadrunhimofftheroad.
Chevy,yeahaChevy,hethought.Half-tonpickup.Oldermodel.Maybefour,fiveyears.Somethingfixedonthefrontgrille,likea...plow?
Ithurthisheadtothink,sohestopped,fumbledoffhisseatbelt,anddiscoveredwhenhefoughtopenthedoorandshifted,everythinghurtalittle.
Thebesthecoulddorightnowwassitonthesideoftheseat,breatheinthecoolnightair.Heswipedatthewetonhisface,sawbloodsmearedonhishand.
Fuck.He’dhaveabandannain
theglovebox,buthewasn’tgoingtotrytogettoit,notrightatthemoment.
Nothingbroken,heremindedhimself.He’dbrokenhisarmoncewhenhewaseightandthetreebranchhe’dbeenswingingonsnapped.AndhiswristatseventeenjumpingoutofAnnie’swindow.
Soheknewwhatabrokenbonefeltlike.
Justbangedup,shookup
andrattledaroundsome.Buthistruck—and
goddamnhelovedhistruck—wasadifferentmatter.
Hemadehimselfstandtomakesurehecould.Alittlebitdizzy,butnotbad.Bracinghimself,hewalkedaroundtocheckoutthedamage.
“Shit!Fuck.Fuckingshit!”Furiousitwasasbadashefeared,heshovedahandthroughhishair.Andsaw
starsagainashesmackedagainstthewound.
Thegrillewastoast,andthewaythehoodhadaccordioned,hethoughtthesamethere.AndChristknewwhatthatmeantforessentialsunderthedamnhood.
Hewasnomechanic,buthewasprettysurehehadabentaxletotopitoff.
He’dhithard,hardenoughtospiderwebthewindshield.
Hisfeetcrunchedon
brokenglassashecircledaroundtogetboththebandannaandaflashlightoutofthecab.Flares,hethought.Heshould’vepulledouttheemergencyflaresstraightoff.
Beforehecouldgetanything,headlightscutthroughthedark.
Forrestpulledapolicecruiserbehindthewreckedtruck.Hegotout,sizedupGriffwithonelonglook,thenlookedovertostudythe
truck.“Yourhead’sbleeding,
son.”“Iknowit.Sonofabitch.”
Hekickedthereartire,whichheregrettedasthequickviolencepingedsomethinginthebackofhisneck.
Hedidnothavewhiplash.Hewouldnothavewhiplash.
“Youbeendrinking,Griff?”
“Ihadtwoglassesofwineallnight,andthesecondone
agoodhourbeforethis.Igotrunoffthedamnroad,Forrest.Fuckercameupbehindme,rammedme,keptdoingituntilhecaughtmeonthiscurveandsentmeintothetree.”
“Whatfucker?”“Idon’tknowwhatthe
hellfucker.”Hepressedtheheelofhishand—ouch!—tothethrobbingwoundbecausehewastiredofbloodrunningintohiseye.“Half-tonChevy,
four,maybefiveyearsold.Somesortofploworfarmtool—somethinghookedtothegrille.Red,Ithinkitwasred.Thetruck.Plowwasyellow,mostly.Ithink.”
“Okay,whydon’twesityoudownaminute?I’vegotafirstaidkitinthecruiser.Bebesttostopthatbleeding.”
“I’lljustleanhere.”Andheleanedbackagainstthetippedbackofhistruck.“Ah,somethingelse...”Hedug
foritasForrestwentbacktothecruiser.“HesloweddownafterIcrashed.Justforacoupleseconds,likehewantedtomakesureIhitgoodandproper.Sawhistaillights,and...bumpersticker!Somekindofbumperstickeronthe—Whathandisthis?”
Heliftedhisleft,studieditforamomentbeforehecouldrememberrightfromleft.
“Left,theleftsideofthe
tailgate.”Griffclosedhiseyes,
foundthateasedadegreeortwoofthethrobbing.“Hewasn’tdrunk.Itwaspurposeful.I’mnotsurewhenhepulledupbehindme,butitwasn’tlongafterIleftShelbyatyourparents’frontdoor.”
“Youfollowedherhome?”“Yeah.Iwasn’tgoingto
haveherdrivingaroundafterdarkwithwhathappened.”
“Um-hm.”Forrestsetup
flares;Griffclosedhiseyesagain.
“Ithinkthetruck’stotaled,ornearly.I’veonlyhaditthreeyears.I’veputalotofmilesonit,sure,butithadplentymoreinit.”
“We’llhavemygranddaddytakealookonceit’stowedin.You’relucid,”Forrestaddedashewalkedoverwiththefirstaidkit.“Youhaven’tpukedyet.”
“I’mnotgoingtopuke.”
“Ifthatchanges,aimawayfromme.How’sthevision?”
“Itwaveredsomeatfirst.Steadynow.Ow,fuck!”
“Don’tbeapussy,”Forrestsaidmildly,andcontinuedtocleanthelacerationwithanalcoholswab.
“You’dbeapussy,too,ifIwasbeingsadisticNurseSally.”
“Ican’tseehowbaditisuntilit’scleanedupsome.
NurseEmmaKate’sonherway.”
“What?No.Why?”“Becauseifshesays
you’regoingtotheERinGatlinburg,that’swhereyou’regoing.AndsinceIhavetodealwiththismessyou’rein,sheandMattcanhaulyouthere.”
“Youcalledthem.”“Idid.I’llcallforthetow
afterIhavealookatwhat’swhatmyself.Anythingelse
youcantellmeaboutthetruck?”
“Otherthanwhoeverwasdrivingitwas—is—alunatic?”
“Youdidn’tseethelunatic,atall?”
“Animpression—I’dsayaguy—butIwasprettybusytryingnottoenduplikeIendedup.Orworse.”Griffsaidnothingforamoment,studiedhisfriendasForrestfixedacouplebutterfly
bandagesalongthegash.“Youknowwhoitis,fromwhatIgaveyoualready.”
“I’vegotanimpression.That’sformetodealwith,Griff.”
“Thehellitis.It’smytruck,myhead.”
“Myjob.Iexpectthat’sMattandEmmaKatecomingnow.Youpissanybodyofflately?”
“You’retheclosestI’vecometopissinganyoneoff
lately,sinceI’msleepingwithyoursister.”
Forreststoppedwhathewasdoing,eyessharplynarrowed.“Isthatso?”
“Ifigureit’sagoodtimetoletyouknowsinceyou’rebeingallofficialandI’malreadybleeding.I’mcrazyabouther.Flat-out.”
“It’safastleapfromnicetomeetyoutocrazyabout.”
“She’salightningbolt.”Griffstabbedathumbathis
ownheart.“Bam.”BeforeForrestcouldspeak
again,EmmaKatewasrunningfromthecar,amedicalbaginherhand.“Whathappened?Letmelookatyou.”
Shepulledoutapenlight,shinedit.“Followthelightwithyoureyes.”
“I’mokay.”“Shutup.Tellmeyourfull
nameandtoday’sdate.”“FranklinDelano
Roosevelt.Decemberseven,1941.Adaythat’llliveininfamy.”
“Smart-ass.Howmanyfingers?”
“Elevenminusnine.I’mokay,EmmaKate.”
“I’lltellyouifyou’reokayafterIgooveryouinanexamroomattheclinic.”
“Idon’tneed—”“Shutup,”shesaidagain,
thenhuggedhim.“Nothingagainstyourtriage,Forrest,
butI’mgoingtotakethosebandagesoffattheclinic,getalookatthatcutmyself.Itmightneedstitches.”
“Nuh-uh,”Griffsaid.Mattstood,handsonhips,
studyingthetruck.“Fuckertrashedyourride,man.Forrestjustsaidsomebodyranyouofftheroad.Whowasit?”
“AskForrest.IthinkheknowsfromwhatIsawoftheothertruck.”
“I’llbelookingintoit.Fornow,takehimonintotheclinic,lookhimover.I’llhaveittowedtomygranddaddy’sshop.Youcancomegetwhatyouneedfromitinthemorning.”
“Mytools—”“Arestillgoingtobethere
inthemorning.Ineedtocallthisin,butI’vegotyourstatementclearenough,andI’llcallyouifIneedanythingelse.Nothingforyoutodo
here,Griff,butbepissedoff.”Hearguedbut,
outnumbered,endedupdraggedtoMatt’struck.
“Heknowswhodiditandwon’tsay.”BitternesscoatedGriff’sthroat.
“Becauseheknowsyoumightbeaneasyguymostofthetime,inthiscaseyou’dgostraightfortheass-kicking.”Mattshookhishead.“Wouldn’tblameyou.Butyou’rebangedupalready—
disadvantage—andit’llbealmostassatisfyingifwhoeverdidthisspendstimeinacell.”
“HecouldspendtimeinacellafterIkickhisass.”
“Itwasdeliberate?”EmmaKateasked.“You’resure?”
“Oh,hellyeah.”“Whatwereyoudoingon
thatroad?”“Comingbackfromseeing
Shelbygothome.”Griffsuddenlysatstraightup.
“HeadingbackfromShelby’shouse,andtheothertruckpulledupbehindme—notlongafterIstartedbackhome.Becausehewaseithersittingonherhouseormine.Eithersittingonhersorfollowedusfrommine,waitedhischance.”
“You’rethinkingtheycameafteryoubecausetheycouldn’tgettoher?”Mattsaid.
“I’mthinkingwhoeverdid
itisn’tjustalunatic.I’mthinkingworse.Alotworse.”
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helbystartedoutthemorningsingingintheshower.Shefelt
thespringtoherstepanddidn’tcarewhosawitorguessedthereasonwhy.
Shegotdressed,helped
Calliedress.“YougettogotoGranny’s
today.”“ToGranny’shouse?”“That’sright.It’sherday
off,andsheaskedespeciallyifyou’dcomeoverandstaywithher.Won’tthatbefun?”
“Grannyhascookies,andBear.”
Bearwasthebigyellowdogwho’draceandplaywithalittlegirlallday—andsleepinthesunwhennobodywas
aroundtoplaywith.“Iknow.AndGrandpa’s
goingtobethereforawhile,too.YourGamma’sgoingtotakeyouoveronherwaytowork.I’vegotsomepaperworkofmyowntogettothismorning.ThenI’llcomegetyouwhenI’mfinishedworktoday.”
WithCalliebabblingabouteverythingshehadtotaketoGranny’s,everythingshehadtodoatGranny’s,they
walkedintothekitchen.Shelby’sparentsbrokeoff
theirconversationimmediately,andthequicklooktheyexchangedsetoffShelby’sradar.
“Issomethingwrong?”“Whatcouldbewrong?”
AdaMaesaidbrightly.“CallieRose,it’ssuchaprettymorning,Idecidedwe’regoingtohaveourbreakfastonthebackporch,likeapicnic.”
“Ilikepicnics.I’mtakingGriffonapicnicdate.”
“Iheardaboutthat.Thiscanbelikepractice.I’vegottheseprettystrawberriesallcutup,andsomecheesyeggsalreadyscrambled.Let’stakethisonoutside.”
“Mamawantsapicnic,too.”
“She’llberightalong.”Shelbystoodwhereshe
waswhileAdaMaescootedCallieoutontotheporch.
“Something’swrong.OhGod,Daddy,didsomeoneelsegetshot?”
“No.It’snothinglikethat.AndIwanttotellyourightoff,he’sallright.”
“He—Griff?It’sGriffin.”Asherhearttookahardbump,shegrabbedherfather’shands.He’dstaysteady,sheknew,nomatterwhat.“IfitwasClayorForrest,Mama’dbeamess.WhathappenedtoGriff?”
“Hegotalittlebangedup,isall.It’snothingserious,Shelby,youknowI’dtellyouifitwere.Somebodyranhistruckofftheroad,andintothebigoakonBlackBearRoadlastnight.”
“Bangeduphow?Whodidit?Why?”
“Sitdown,takeabreath.”Turning,Claytonopenedtherefrigerator,tookoutaCoke.“He’sgotsomeabrasionsfromtheseatbelt,theairbag.
Andgotaprettygoodknockonthehead.EmmaKatetookhimintothecliniclastnight,gavehimagoing-over,andI’mgoingtodothesamemyselflaterthismorning.ButifEmmaKatesaidhedidn’tneedadoctororthehospital,wecantrustthat.”
“Allright,Iwill,butIwanttoseeformyself,too.”
“Youcandothat,”hecontinuedinhiscalmway,“afteryoutakethatbreath.”
“Itmust’vehappenedwhenhewasdrivinghomefromhere.Hewouldn’thavebeenontheroadifhehadn’tinsistedonfollowingmebackhere,makingsureIgothomeallright.Iwanttogooverandseeformyself,ifyoucouldkeepCallie.”
“Don’tworryaboutCallie.He’snotoutatthehouse.HestayedthenightatEmmaKate’sasshewouldn’thavehimstayonhisown.”
“Good.”Shedidmanagethatbreathnow.“That’sgood.”
“ButIexpecthe’sonhiswaytothepolicestationbynow.ForrestandNobby—youremembermysecondcousinNobby—theywentdownthehollerlastnight,andbroughtArloKatteryin.”
“Arlo?HeranGriffofftheroad?”Shepressedherfingerstohereyes.“Drunk,Iexpect,anddrivingcrazy.”
“Idon’tknowasthat’sthewayitwas.Yougoondown.It’sbestyouhearitstraight-out,thanthebitsandpiecesIhave.AndyoutellGriffinhe’sgotanexamatteno’clockorhe’snotcleartodriveorsomuchastouchapowertool.”
“Iwill.Callie—”“She’sjustfine.Goon.”“Thankyou,Daddy.”Whensheranout,leaving
theCokeunopenedonthe
counter,Claytonknewhislittlegirlwasatleasthalfwayinlove.Withasigh,hepickedupthecan,openeditforhimself.Itwassmarterthanashotofwhiskeyatseven-thirtyinthemorning.
•••
GRIFFSTRODEINTOthestationhouse,eyes—includingtheleftone,whereangrybruisinghadcometothesurface
overnight—hot.HearrowedstraighttoForrest.
“Iwanttotalktothesonofabitch.”
Forreststoppedtappingathiskeyboard,pulledthephonefrombetweenhisshoulderandear.“I’llgetbacktoyou,”hesaid,andclickedoff.
“You’dbestsimmerdownsomefirst.”
“I’mnotinasimmer-downmood.Idon’tevenknow
ArloKattery,neverspokeawordtohiminmylife.Iwanttoknowwhyhedeliberatelyranmeofftheroad.”
“Forrest?”Thesheriffspokeupfromhisofficedoorway.“Whydon’tyougoahead,letGriffgobackandhavehissay,”hesaidwhenForresthesitated.“Inhisplace,I’dwantmine.”
“Allright,thanks.Nobby,youthinkyoucouldcallbackthatfellaatthelab,finishthat
conversation?”“Isurecan.Thateye
doesn’tlooktoobadthere,Griff.”Nobby,atwenty-yearvet,gaveGriff’sfaceaconsideringlook.“Seenalotworse.Yougetsomerawredmeatonit,won’tbesobad.”
“I’lldothat.”AsGriffturnedtowardthe
back,Shelbycameflyingin.“Oh,Griff!”“Now,Shelbyhoney,I
wasjusttellinghimitwasn’t
thatbad.”“It’snot.”Griffpickedup
Nobby’sthemeandranwithit.“I’mokay.Itdoesn’thurt.”Achedlikeasonofabitch,butdidn’thurt.
“DaddysaiditwasArloKattery.Idon’tknowwhythemanhasalicenseifhe’sstilldrivingdrunklikehedidwhenwewereteenagers.”
“Wedon’tknowashewasdrunkwhenheranGriffofftheroad.”
“Hemust’vebeen.Whyelsewouldhedosomethinglikethis?”
Forrestexchangedalookwiththesheriff,noddedslightly.
“Whydon’twegobackandaskhim?HewashalfdrunkwhenNobbyandIwentandgothim,andtriedtosayhe’dbeenhomeallnight.Theplowwasstillonhistruck.Arlogetspaidtoplowsomeoftheprivateroads
outsideoftown,”heexplainedtoGriff.“HardlymuchreasonforasnowplowonhistruckinMay.Whitepaintonit,too.Andyellowpaint,liketheplow,onthebackofGriff’struck.NobbyandIinformedhimofthosefacts,soheclaimedsomebodystolehistruck,puttheplowonit.”
“Bullshit.”“Kneedeepinit,”Forrest
saidwithanodtoGriff.“Not
toomuchusearguingwithamanhalfdrunk,andchasinghistequilawithajoint,sowejusthauledhimin.Andwelefthimlastnighttosleeponthefactwe’dbecharginghimwithattemptedmurderthismorning.”
“OhmyGod.”Shelbyshuthereyes.
“That’sthereactionwewantfromhim.Attemptedmurder’sastretch,”Forrestcommented,hookinghis
thumbsinhisbelt.“Buthe’llsurelygodownforhit-and-run,recklessendangermentandsoon.”
“Wecantiequiteafewand-so-onsontothepackage,”Hardigansaid.
“Yeah,Iexpectso.He’sgoingtodoafewyearshoweveritslicesout.We’vejustbeenlettingitsinkin.Thesheriffhere,ifI’mreadinghimcorrectly,thinkswhat’ssunkinmaycome
risingupifhe’sfacedwiththepairofyou.”
“That’safineread,Deputy.”
“Allright,then.Let’sseewhatwesee.Y’alldon’tmentionlawyer,allright?Hehasn’tgottenthereyetinhispeabrain.”
Forrestledthewaybackthroughasteeldoorandthethreecells.
Inthecenterone,ArloKatterysprawledonabunk.
She’dgottenalookathimthatnightatBootlegger’s—himandhispale-eyedstare.Whatshesawnowdidn’tlookmuchdifferentthanthelasttimeshe’dseenhiminfulllightyearsbefore.Straw-coloredhairshornshort,facegrizzlywiththepaleblondscruff.Thosesmallsnakeeyes—closednow—longneckwithatattooofbarbedwirecirclingit.
Ontheshortside,and
stocky,withscarredknucklesfromcountlessfights—mostofwhichhe’dinstigated.
Forrestletoutashrillwhistlethatmadeherjump,andhadArlo’seyespoppingopen.
“Wakeup,darling.You’vegotcompany.”
Eyessopalebluetheyseemedalmostcolorless,skimmedoverGriff,landedonher,slantedawayagain.
“Didn’taskforno
company.Youbestletmeoutofhere,Pomeroy,oryourassisinthefire.”
“Lookstomelikeit’syourasssmoking,Arlo.AllGriffwantstoknow—andit’sareasonablerequest—iswhyyourammedhistruckandforcedhimintothatoldoaktree.”
“Wasn’tme.Toldyouthatalready.”
“Half-tonChevypickup,darkred,yellowplowonthe
front,bumperstickeronthebottomleftofthetailgate.”Griffstaredathimwhilehespoke,sawArlo’sjawtwitch.
“Plentyfitthatbillaroundhere.”
“Nope,notwiththedetails.Funnybumpersticker,too.It’sgotatargetonitfullofbulletholes,anditsays:‘Ifyoucanreadthis,you’reinrange.’”Forrestshookhishead.“That’ssureaknee-slapper,Arlo.Addthat
painttransfer,andit’sallwrappedup.Nobby’soutthererightnowtalkingtothoseforensicpeopleoverinthelab.Mighttakealittletime,buttheycanmatchthatyellowpainttoyourplow,thatwhitepainttoGriff’struck.”
“Thatlabstuffisbullshit.Morebullshitlikealltherestofthis.”
“Juriessetstorebyit,especiallyincapitalcases,
likeattemptedmurder.”“Ididn’tkillnobody.”
Arlosurgedupnow.“He’sstandingrightthere,isn’the?”
“That’swhere‘attempted’comesin,Arlo.Triedandfailed.”
“Iwasn’ttryingtokillnobody.”
“Huh.”Forrestnoddedasifconsideringthat,thenshookhishead.“Nope.Don’tseeajurybuyingthatone.
See,wedowhatwecall‘accidentreconstructions.’Andit’sgoingtoshowthatyoudeliberatelyandrepeatedlyrammedGriff’struck.Tooksomeskill,soyouwon’tbeabletotryfordiminishedcapacity,sayingyouweredrunk.Thatwouldn’tbuyyoumuchtimeoffanyway.Ifigureyou’regoingdownforabouttwentyhere.”
“Nofuckingway.”
“Everyfuckingway,”Griffdisagreed.“Forrest,humatuneandcloseyourearswhileItellthisassholeI’llswearonamountainofBiblesinfrontofGodandcountrythatIsawhimbehindthewheel.I’llswearIcountedthebulletholesinthatidioticbumperstickerandgothislicenseplate.”
“That’safuckinglie.Ihadtheplatescoveredwithburlap.”
“Youtrulyareamoron,Arlo,”Forrestmurmured.
“He’safuckingliar.”Incensed,Arlojabbedafingerbetweenthebars.“He’sfuckinglying.”
“Youtriedtokillme,”Griffremindedhim.
“Ididn’ttrytokillnobody.Itwasn’tevensupposedtobeyou.Wassupposedtobeher.”
“Youwanttosaythatagain,son?”Forrest’svoice
wasquietasthehissofasnake,butGriffhadalreadyshovedforward,reachedthroughthebarstograbArlo’sshirt,yankedhimsohisheadsmackedthebars.
“Now,Griff,Ican’tletyoudothat.”
ButForrestmadenomovetostophimasGriffrepeatedtheaction.
“Allright,that’lldo.Fornow.”ForrestgrippedGriff’sshoulder.“Wedon’twant
himgettingoffonsometechnicality,dowe?Stepbacknow.”
“Why?”Shelbyhadn’tmoved,notatthewords,notattheviciouslookArlohadgivenherwhenhesaidthem,notatthesuddenviolence.“Whywouldyouwanttohurtme?I’veneverdoneanythingtoyou.”
“Alwaysthoughtyouweretoogoodforme,lookingdownyournoseandturning
yourbacktome.Ranoffwiththefirstrichguyyoucouldropein,didn’tyou?Heardthatdidn’tworkoutsowell.”
“You’d’vehurtmebecauseIwouldn’tgooutwithyoubackinhighschool?I’vegotachild.I’vegotalittlegirl,andI’mheronlyparentnow.You’dhaveriskedmakingmybabyanorphanbecauseIwouldn’tgooutwithyou?”
“Wasn’tgoingtomake
nobodynoorphan.Justgoingtoscareyou,isall.Iwasonlygoingtoteachyoualesson,putascareintoyou.Wasn’tmyidea,anyway.”
“Whoseideawasit,Arlo?”
ForthefirsttimeahintofcanninesscameintoArlo’seyes.HeshiftedthemfromForrest,backtoShelby,backtoForrest.“IgotthingsIcouldsay,butIwantthatimmunizationthing.Idon’t
donotwentyyearsforwhatwasn’tmyidea.”
“Yougivemeaname,I’llconsiderthat.Youdon’t,I’mgoingtopushfortwenty-five.That’smysister,youidiotfuck.Onethingyoushouldknowaboutrightenough,isfamily.Youtellmewhostartedthisballrolling,orI’llmakesureyougodownforallofit,andhard.”
“Igottahavesomeguarantee—”
“Yougetnothing.”“He’llgetmorethan
nothing,”Griffsaid.“I’llfindawaytogettoyou.I’llfindaway.AndwhenIdo,you’llwishyou’dhadachancetodotwentyyears.”
“Inevertouchedher,didI?Neverlaidagoddamnhandonher.Justgoingtoscarehersomeanyway.Shegavemeathousanddollars,saidshe’dgivemeathousandmoreafterIgaveyouagoodscare,
taughtyouagoodlesson.Justgoingtogiveyouanudgeofftheroad,isall,butyoupassedmegoingtheotherway.BythetimeIgotturnedaroundandgoing,IseenyouheaddowntotheoldTripplehornplace.”
“Youfollowedme.”“Ihadtowait,figured,
fine,I’dteachyouthatlessonyouhadcomingwhenyoudroveoutagain.Betterwhenitwasdark,right?Butthenhe
drivesoutbehindyouandIcouldn’tgettoyou.Didn’tseewhyIshould’vewastedmywholenightfornothing.Figuredpushinghimoffwouldgiveyouascare.
“Northernboys,they’regoodenoughforyou,lookslike.Youjumpedrightinthesackwiththisone,butyouneverwouldgivemesomuchasalonglook.Iseenhimtakeyourclothesoff.”
“Youwerewatching.”Too
angrytobesickened,Shelbysteppedcloser.Sheknew,sheknewjustwho’dpaidhim.“DidMelodyBunkertellyoutospyonme,too?”
“Shegavemeathousanddollars,saidI’dgetanother.Didn’ttellmehowtogoaboutit,justtogetitdone.MissHigh-and-Mighty’srealpeevedatyou,realpeeved.Shecomerighttomytrailerintheholler,givemecashmoney.That’showpeeved
sheisyougotherkickedoutofthebeautysalon.”
“Ihopeyougotagoodlook,Arlo,andyoutakethatwithyoutoBledsoeCountyandthecellyou’llbeoccupyingthere.Andwhenyoudo,youthinkaboutthis,Arlo.Ineverthoughtalongthelinesofbeingtoogoodforyou.Ijustdidn’tlikeyou.”
Sheturned,startedout.ForrestsignaledforGriffto
gowithher.“Holdon,Red.”“Ican’tholdon.Ican
barelybreathe.Iswear,ifyouhadn’trappedhisheadI’dhavedoneitmyself.Hewentafteryoubecausehecouldn’tgettomequickenough.Hecould’vekilledyou.”
“Hedidn’t.”“Ifyouhadn’tfollowedme
home—”“Idid.”Hetookherbythe
shoulders.Hedidn’twantthe
what-ifsplayinginhermind,orhis,notthenandthere.“He’slockedup,Shelby.He’llstaythatway.”
“AllthisbecauseMelodygotherpridehandedtoher,andgotithandedtoherbecausesheearnedit.Sheknowsfullwellwhathemight’vedone.Shegavehimmoneyandanexcusetodoit.”
“I’dlayoddsbeforethemorning’sup,she’sinacell
rightalongwithhim.”“Thosearegoododds,”
Forrestsaidashecameout.“Justholdonaminute.Nobby,youthinkyoucouldsitwiththatmoronArloforabit?Igothimwritingitallout.”
“Surecan.Heconfess?”“Andthensome.Sheriff,I
needtorunthisbyyou,andthenwe’regoingtoneedawarrant.That’sgoingtobeprettystickyaswe’regoing
toneeditforMelodyBunker,forsolicitingacrime,conspiracytodobodilyharm.”
“Well,hell,Forrest.”Onalong,windysigh,Hardiganrubbedthebackofhisneck.“Areyoudamnsureonit?”
“I’lltellyouhowArlosaysitwent.”
“Hewasn’tlying,”Griffputin.“Hedidn’tpullhernameoutofhisass.Shegavehimmoneyforit,andhe
probablydidn’thaveachancetospendityet.”
“We’llbegoingouttohistrailer,”Forrestbegan,thenglancedaround.“Where’sShelby?”
“She...shewasrighthere.Ohhell.Ohhellno.”
“Melody.Mysister’sgotahellofatemperifyoufliptherightswitch.Sheriff?”ForrestsaidasGriffwasalreadyboltingoutthedoor.
“Yeah,goonwithhim.
Justwhatweneedtotiearibbononthisday.YoursistertossingFlorencePiedmont’sgranddaughteroutsomewindow.”
•••
SHEDIDN’TPLANontossingMelodyoutawindow,primarilybecauseshehadn’tthoughtofit.Shedidn’thaveaclearideawhatsheintendedtodo,buttheonethingshe
wasclearon,shedidn’tintendtodonothing.
Ignoringthebitchhadn’tworked,sarcasmhadn’tworked,straighttalkhadn’tworked.
Soshe’dfindsomethingthatdid,andfinishthisoffonceandforall.
ThePiedmonthousesatonalong,slopingriseoflushgreenwithterracedwallsofwhitebrickshowingoffabountyofgracefultrees,
perfectlytrimmedshrubs.Fromitsvantageitcould
lookdownattheRidge,outatthehills,downintofoldsofvalleys.Itstoodelegantly,asithadsincebeforetheWarBetweentheStates,lacedwithverandasflowingoutfromthesnow-whitefacade.Gardenssweptalongitsfeetinriversofcolor.
Itwasahouseshe’dalwaysadmired.Nowsheshottowarditlikeanarrow
fromabow.SheknewMelodylivedin
thecarriagehouse,aimedforitonceshe’dcrestedtherise.Earsbuzzingwithtemper,sheslammedoutofthevan,strodepastMelody’scar,andwouldhavemarchedstraighttothedoorifsomeonehadn’thailedher.
“Why,it’sShelbyAnnePomeroy!”
Sherecognizedthehousekeeper,alongtime
memberofthebighouse—andMaybeline’ssister—andstruggledtoreininherfuryenoughtosmileinreturn.
“It’swonderfultoseeyou,MizPattie.Howiseverythingforyou?”
“It’sjustfine.”Thewoman,tall,thin,hersalt-and-pepperhairinatidyandtightcapofcurls,walkedover.Shecarriedabaskethalffullofearlyroses.“Suchaprettyspringwe’rehaving
thisyear,eveniftheheat’salreadystartingtorise.I’msogladyou’rebackhometoenjoyit.Iamsorryaboutyourhusband.”
“Thankyou.MizPattie,IreallyneedtospeaktoMelody.”
“Why,she’shavingbreakfastonthebackverandawithMrs.PiedmontandMizJolene.IexpectthishassomethingtodowiththetroubleatMizVi’s.Igotan
earfulonitfromMaybeline,andLorilee,too.”
“Yes,it’ssomethinglikethat.”
“Thenyougorightaround.Ihopeyougirlscansettlethis.”
“Settlingit’swhyI’mhere.Thankyou.”
Sheletthefurycomeback,bubbleupasshetookthewalkway,crossedthevelvetygreenlawn,assheheardfemalevoicesandsmelled
thoseearlyroses.AndtherewasMelody,
sittingatatabledrapedwithwhite,deckedwithprettychinaandjuicessparklinginglasspitchers.
“Iamnotgoingtoapologize,Grandmama,sothere’snopointhoundingmeonit.Ididn’tsayathingthatwasn’ttrue,andIwon’tlowermyselftocrawlingtothosepeoplejustsoJolenecanhavehertrashy
hairdresserback.”“Crystalisn’ttrashy,
Melody,andweshouldn’thave—”
“Youjuststopit,Jolene,andstopthatwhining,too.I’msicktodeathofit.Ifanything,thatlittleslutandherinterferinggrandmothershould—”
ShespottedShelby,pushedtoherfeetasShelbycameuptheslopelikeahighballingtrain.Melody’s
eyeswidenedasshesawForrestandGriffrunningfulloutbehindher.
“Yougetoutofhere.You’renotwelcomehere!”
“Isaywho’swelcomehere,”Florencesaidinasnap.
“Ifsheis,I’mnot.”Melodystartedtoturn
away,butShelbygrabbedherarm,spunheraround.“Youpaidhim.YoupaidArloKatterytotrytohurtme.”
“Getyourhandoffme.I
don’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.”
“You’realiarontopofit.”Beforesheknewitwasherclearintention,Shelbybunchedahandintoafist,andusedit.
Sheheardshoutingthroughthebuzzinginherears,sawthroughtheredmistthatblurredhervisionMelody’seyesgoglassy.
Thenextthingsheknewsomeoneclampedherarms
downfromtheback,liftedheroffherfeet.Shekickedout,becauseshewasn’tdone.Shewasn’tnearlydone,butthearmsonlytightened.
“Stopit.Comeon,Red,pullitinnow.Yougaveheragoodshot.”
“It’snotenough.It’snotenoughforwhatshedid.”
Melodysatonherass,whereshe’dgonedownonthegracefulveranda.“Shehitme!Y’allsawhowshe
attackedme.”Sobbing,sheheldahandtoherjaw.“Iwanttopresscharges.”
“Fine,”Forresttoldher.“Ithinktheonesagainstyouaregoingtobealotweightier.”
“Ididn’tdoanything.Idon’tknowwhatshe’stalkingabout.Grandmama,ithurts.”
“Jolene,stopwavingyourhandsaroundlikeyou’regoingtotakeflightandgogetanicepack.”Florence,who’d
gottentoherfeet,satagain,heavily.“Ineedanexplanation.Ineedtoknowwhythisgirlwouldcomehere,withthesewildaccusations,andstrikemygranddaughter.”
“I’llsayit,”ShelbysaidbeforeForrestcould.“Letmego,Griffin.Iwon’tdoanything.Iapologizetoyou,Mrs.Piedmont.Nottoher,buttoyou,Iapologize.Thisisyourhome,andIshould
neverhavecomeherethisway.Iwastoomadtothinkstraight.”
“Grandmama,makehergoaway.Shebelongsinjail.”
“Bequietnow,Melody.It’llonlyhurttotalk.Whydidyoucomeherelikethis?”
“Becauseshewentalotfurtherthansayinguglythings,orslashingtiresormakinguplies.Thistime,shepaidArloKatteryathousanddollars,andpromiseda
thousandmore,ifheputascareintome,ifhetaughtmealesson.”
“Ineverdidanysuchthing.Why,Iwouldn’tlowermyselftospeaktoArloKatteryoranyofhiskin.He’saliarandsoareyou.”
“Isaidbequiet,MelodyLouisa!WhywouldyousayMelodydidthis?”
“BecauseArloranGriffinofftheroadlastnight,wreckedhistruck.Lookat
him,Mrs.Piedmont.He’shurtbecausehemadesureIgothomesafe,andbecausehedid,Arlocouldn’tgettomeanddowhatshe’dpaidhimtodo.HegottoGriffinstead.Shewentdowntotheholler,downtoArlo’strailer,andpaidhimtodoit.”
“She’scrazy.Aliar.”“OhmyGod.”Jolene
stoodjustoutsidetheFrenchdoors,ablueicepackinherhand.“OhmyGod,Melody,I
didn’tthinkyoumeantit.Ineverthoughtyoumeantit.”
“Youshutup,youhear!Don’tyoudaresayanotherword,Jolene,notonemoreword.”
“Iwon’tshutup.Iwon’t.MyGod,Melody,thisisn’tjustplaying,justgossiporpokingsomefun.Ididn’tthinkshemeantit,IsweartoGod,Ineverthoughtshemeantit.”
“Youholdyourtongue,
Melody.Meantwhat,Jolene?”Florencedemanded.“Stopblubberingnowandsayitstraight-out.”
“Shesaid,afterMizVibannedus,shesaidsheknewhowtogetbackatShelby.Sheknewhowtoteachheralessonshewouldn’tforget,andhowArlowouldlikelydoitforfree,butshe’dsweetenthatpot.”
“Liar!”Scramblingup,Melodylaunchedherselfat
Jolene,fingerscurledtoscratch.
Shemight’vedoneconsiderabledamageifJolene,inshockeddefense,hadn’tthrowntheicebagather.
TheluckyshotknockedMelodybackastep,andgaveForresttimetopullherback.
“You’dbestlistentoyourgrandmama,andholdyourtongue.Jolene,let’sheartherest.”
“Whatiswrongwithyou?Whatisthematterwithyou,Melody?Ijustdon’tknow.”
“You’dbettershutyourmouth,Jolene,oryou’llbesorry.”
“Jolene!”Florence’svoicecutthroughJolene’sfreshweeping.“YoutellDeputyPomeroytherestofwhatyouknow,andrightnow.Ifyoudon’tbequiet,Melody,IsweartoGodAlmighty,I’llslapyoumyself.”
“Oh,MizFlorence.Itoldwhatshesaid,andIpromise,Iswear,Ididn’tbelieveshemeanttodoanything.Iwassoupset,andcrying,andIjustsaidtostopit,stopit,Melody,andwentonaboutwhowasgoingtodomyhairfortheweddingbecauseCrystal,sheknowsjusthowIwantitdone,andit’smyweddingday,MizFlorence.Ijustwassoupset,andMelodydidn’tsayanymore.But
she’dsaidwhatItoldyou.Ididn’tthinkshecould—”
“Youtraitorousbitch.Shewaspartofit.”Melodythrewoutahand,pointed.“Shewaspartofit.”
“Iwasn’t,butmaybeyoucan’tbelievethat,Shelby,sinceI’vebeenpartofthings.Butnevertoreallyhurtsomebody.I’mtiredofit.I’msotiredofallofit.”
Shesat,begantoweepintoherhands.
“I’msorry,Mrs.Piedmont,butI’mgoingtohavetotaketheseladiesintothestationhouseandsortthisout.”
Herbackstraightasapoker,Florencenodded.“Yes,Icanseethat.Jolene,youstopthatcryingnowandgoonwithDeputyPomeroy.Melody,gowiththedeputy.”
“Idon’twanttogowithhim.It’salljustsomestorythatlowlifemadeup,andJolene’slying.She’sjust
lying.”“I’mnotlying!”Andthatstartedthetwoof
themshoutingateachotheruntilForrestbrokein.“I’dadvisethetwoofyoutobequiet.Melody,youcancomealongonyourown,orI’mgoingtohaulyou.”
“Youtakeyourhandsoffmethisminute!”Thethreathadherstrugglingagainsthishold.“Idon’tgoanywhereIdon’twanttogo.”
Andhergrandmothersurgedtoherfeet.
“MelodyLouisaBunker,ifyoudon’tgoalongwithDeputyPomeroyandstopresisting,youhavemyoathI’lldonothingtohelpyou.I’llmakecertainyourmamadoesn’tdoathingtohelpyou.”
“Youdon’tmeanthat.”“ByGod,Ido.Yougo
withForrest,andyougonow,orIwashmyhandsofit,and
you.”“I’llgo.ButnowIknow
you’rejustashatefulastherest.”
“I’lltakeMelody,”ForrestsaidtoGriff.“BestifyoutakeShelbyandJolene.You’restilldeputized.”
“Hell.Allright.Jolene?”“I’mcoming.Iwon’tgive
youanytrouble.Shelby,I’msosorryaboutallthis.I’mjust—”
“It’sprobablybest,too,if
everybodystaysquietontheridein,”Griffsuggested,andgotaneasysmilefromForrest.
“LikeIsaid,youeverwantacareerchange.Melody,youwalktomycruiserunderyourownpower,orI’llcuffyou.”
“Oh,I’mcoming.You’llbeoutofajobbeforethisday’sover.I’mgoingtomakesureofit.”
BeforeheledMelodyaway,Forrestglancedat
Florence.“I’msorryaboutthis,Mrs.Piedmont.I’msorryforthistroubleforyouandyourfamily.”
“Iknowit.”WhenshelookedatGrifftheremighthavebeenagleamoftearsinhereyes,butherbackremainedpokerstraight.“I’mmoresorryaboutthisthanIcansay.”
J19
olenewasn’tquietontheridein,butcriedinwild,gulpingsobsall
theway.Withearsringing,Griffdecidedallhereallywantedintheworldatthatmomentwastogetbackto
workandsanity.Theonlyroutehesaw
therewasherdingShelbyandJoleneintothestationhouse.
SheriffHardiganlookedatGriff,atthetwowomen—Shelby,eyeshot,Jolene,eyesspewingtears.Steppingforward,hedugalargewhitehandkerchiefoutofhispocket,pusheditintoJolene’shands.
Hesaid,inatonethatmiraculouslyblendedcheer
andsympathy,“Wellnow,what’sallthis?”
“Forrestisrightbehindus,”Griffbegan.
“I’mprobablyunderarrest.”Afterslappingherhandsonherhips,Shelbylookeddirectly,defiantlyintoHardigan’seyes.“IpunchedMelodyBunkerintheface.”
“Hmm,”wasHardigan’sresponsebeforehefocusedonJolene.
“Ididn’tknowshemeant
todoit!”Hysteriabubbledupthroughthehitchingsobs.“Iswear,Ididn’t.Ithoughtshewasjustbeingmadandsayingthings.Ididn’tthinkshemeanttoreallygetArlotoscareShelbyorhurther.IswearI’mthatupsetaboutallofit.”
“Icanseethat.Whydon’tyoucomeoninandtellmeaboutit.Yougother?”hesaidtoGriff,archedhiseyebrowsatShelby.
“Iguess.”“Deputized?”Shelbygave
himonehardlookasHardiganledJoleneintohisoffice.
“That’sjustForrestbeingForrest.”ButhewasrelievedwhenForresthimselfwalkedinwithacold-eyedMelody.
“Jolene?”“Sheriff’stalkingtoher.”“Goodenough.Yougot
her?”Attherepeatedquestion,
Griffwinced.“Yeah,yeah.”ForrestescortedMelody
intothebackbreakroom,walkedoutagain.“Nobby,IneedyoutositonherforacoupleminuteswhileIsortsomeofthisout.”
“Noproblemthere.”WhenForrestturnedtohis
sister,sheheldoutherhands,wriststogether.
“Stopthatshit.”“Maybeyouwantyour
deputytodoit.”Whenshe
turnedwiththesamegesturetoGriff,hejusttookherfaceinhishands.
“Cutitout.Now.”Shebristledamoment,but
hedidn’tletgo,kepthiseyeslevelonhersuntilshehissedoutabreath.“I’mnotmadateitherofyou—toomuch—andI’msickaboutwhathappenedtoyou,Griff.I’mjustall-aroundmad.AmIunderarrest?”
“It’snotgoingtocometo
that,”Forrestsaid.“Evenifshepushesit,she’sinahellofalotmoretrouble.Sheearnedthepunch.”
“Shesurelydid.”“Hellofarightcrossyou
gotthere,Red.”“Thankyou.Claytaught
me,butit’sthefirsttimeIactuallyputitintopractice.WhatdoIdonow?”
“Youleavethistomeandthesheriff—likeyoushouldhavebeforeyoustormedthe
damncastle.NotthatI’mevergoingtoblameyouforthepunch—andgoontowork,orhome,orwhateverbusinessyougotgoing.”
“Icanjustgo?”“That’sright.Andifshe
pushestheassaultcharge,we’lldealwithit.ButIbelieveshe’sgoingtobepersuadedtoletthatalone.”
“Allright.”Shecouldhardlystaymadatherbrotherifhewasn’tgoingtoarrest
her.“I’msorryformypartinthismorning.”
“No,you’renot.”“No,I’mnot.Notyet.But
Imightworkaroundtoit.”Shewalkedout,paused
whenGriffwalkedoutwithher.
“Noneofthiswasmyfault,andI’mprettysickoftakingresponsibilityforwhatIdidn’tdo.But—”
“There’snobut,”heinterrupted.
Sheshookherhead.“But,there’snoquestionIbroughtyoutrouble.Iwouldn’tblameyouforsteppingback.I’llbesorryanddisappointedifyoudo,butIwouldn’tblameyou.”
Hisanswerwastotakeherfaceinhishandsagain,andthistimetotakehermouthaswell.Long,seriousandslow.
“Thatshouldsettlethat.I’mgoingtogoseeyourdadnowsoIcangetclearedand
getthehellbacktowork.”Shesmiledalittle.“The
blackeyelookskindofrakish.”
“JustwhatIwasgoingfor.I’llseeyoulater.It’sbeenahellofaninterestingmorningsofar.”
Shesupposedhecouldputitthatway,shethoughtasshewalkedtothesalon.Butshe’ddearlyloveacoupleofboringmornings.
Shefiguredwordofsome
oftheinterestingmorning—andtheincidentthenightbeforethathadgeneratedit—wouldhavereachedthesalonbynow.
Thewayconversationstopped,eyesturnedtoherwhenshewalkedintoldhershe’dgaugedcorrectly.
“Howisthatboy?Howbad’shehurt?”Violademanded.
“He’sgoingtoseeDaddynow,butIdon’tthinkit’stoo
awful.He’sgotcutsandbruises.”
“IheardtheyhauledArloKatteryinforhit-and-run,”Crystalputin.“AndLorileeheresawyoudrivinghell-benttowardthebighousealittlewhileago.”
“YoumightaswellsaywhatMelody’sgottodowithallthis,”Violatoldher.“Everybody’sgoingtofindoutanyway.”
“Shepaidhim,shepaid
Arlotodoit.”Afterthecollectivegasp,
Shelbydroppedintoachair.Shewasearlyforworkanyway,andGod,interestingmorningswereexhausting.
“Waitoneminute.”Eyesnarrowed,ViolaswiveledthechairsoShelbyfacedher.“You’resayingMelodypaidthatKatteryboytorunGriffinLottofftheroad?Whyinhellwouldshedothat?”
“Shepaidhimtogoafterme,butGriffwasintheway,sohewentforhim.”
“After...afteryou?Butthat...Why—”Realizationstruck,chilledherbloodsosomeofitdrainedoutofherface.“BecauseIkickedheroutofhere.”
“It’snotonyou,Granny,andit’snotonme.It’snotoneitherofus.Anyofus.”
“Godknowsshe’sspoiledasrottenfruit,andalwayshad
abrightstreakofmeaninher,butI’dneverhaveexpectedhertotrysomethinglikethis.”
“ShegaveArloathousanddown,withathousandmorewhenitwasdone.”
Violanodded.Thecolorthatcamebackintoherfacewashighandhot.“Isshearrested?”
“They’vegotheratthestationhouse,talkingaboutit.”
“Theydon’tlockherup,I’mgoingtoknowwhy.”
“Idon’tknowwhat’sgoingtohappen,butit’sgoingtobeugly,that’scertain.Andeverybodymightaswellknowtherest.IwentuptothebighouseandIpunchedherintheface.Ijustsawredandpunchedher,knockedherflat.I’ddoitagainifIcould.”
MoregaspsevenasViolagrinned.Sheleanedover,
gaveShelbyahardhug.“That’smygirl.”
“IwishI’dseenyoudoit.”Maybelinefoldedherarms.“It’snotChristiantosayso,butIwishI’dseenyoudoit,andtakenapicturewithmyphone.”
“AuntPattiesaysshegetshoity-toityandordersheraroundsomethingfiercewhenMizPiedmont’snotaround.”Lorileenoddedsagely.“SoIwishI’dseenit,
too,butI’d’vetakenavideo.”Shewalkedover,gave
Shelbyahug.“Sodon’tyoufretaboutit,Shelby.IknowmorepeoplethanIcancountwho’d’vepaidgoodmoneytoseeyouknockthatgirlon...onhersecond-runner-up’sass.Right,MizVi?”
“Couldn’tberighter,Lorilee.”
“Iwon’tfret.”ShepattedLorilee’shand.“ButI’mgoingtostartworkearly,if
that’sokay.Dealwithtowelsandsuppliesandsuch.Clearmyheadsome.”
“Yougoon.”CrystalwaiteduntilShelby
wentintheback.“WhatdoyousupposeMrs.Piedmont’sgoingtodoaboutallthis?”
“Iguesswe’llwaitandsee.”
Theydidn’thavetowaitlong.
Inthemid-afternoonlull—whenstay-at-homemothers
pickeduptheirkidsfromschool,orgreetedthematthedoor,beforethosewhoworkedoutsidethehomecouldruninforanafter-workcutandcolorormassage—FlorencePiedmontsteppedintoVi’s.
Onceagain,thesalonhushedlikeachurch.Florence,alldignityinanavybluedressandsensibleshoes,noddedatShelby,whomannedthefrontcounter,
thenViola.“Viola,doyouhaveafew
minutestospeakwithme?Privately.YouandShelby.”
“Ofcoursewedo.Shelby,dowehaveanyoneintheRelaxationRoom?”
“Ah...weshouldn’thave.Wehavethreecominginfortreatmentsinaboutanhour,andtwointreatmentsrightnow.”
“That’sfine,then.We’llgoonbackhere,Florence,
whereit’sniceandquiet.Crystal,whenmythree-thirtycomesin,yousetherupwithamagazine.”
“Iappreciatethetime,Viola.”
“You’dmakeitforme.”Violaledthewayback,throughthelockerarea.“We’veknowneachotheralotofyears.”
“Wehave,alotofyears.Howisyourmama,Vi?”
“Feistyasever.Andhow’s
yours?”“Slowingdownsome.But
shedearlyloveslivinginFlorida.MybrotherSamuellooksinonhereveryday.”
“Healwayshadasweetheart.Youhaveaseatnow.”
“Thankyou,Vi,Icoulduseone.I’lltellthetruthandsayI’mtiredtothebone.”
“Wehavesomenicepeachtea,Mrs.Piedmont.Hotorcold,”Shelbyadded.“CouldIgetyousome?”
“Iwouldlovesomehotpeachtea,thankyou,ifit’snotrouble.”
“Notabit.Granny?”“That’dbenice,darling,
thankyou.”“Thisisalovelyroom,
Viola.Sopeacefulandcalming.Youalwayshadaclevermind,andawayofturningwhatworkedinitintosomethingfine.”
“That’sanicethingtohear.Everybodyneeds
somewherepeacefulandcalmingnowandagain.”
“Wecouldallusemoreofit,tomymind.Whatcolorpainthaveyougotonthesewalls?”
“It’scalledTwilightGold.Prettyname.”
“Itis.Peaceful,”shesaidagain,likeasigh.“Viola,Shelby,I’mgoingtostartbysayingI’mgoingtospeaktoGriffinLottwhenIleavehere.ButIwantedtospeakto
thetwoofyoufirst.Ishould’veaskedifAdaMaecouldtakeaminute.”
“She’sdoingafacial.It’sallright,Flo.We’lltellherwhatyouwanttosaytoher.”
“Iwanttoapologizetoallofyou.Toyourdaddy,too,Shelby,yourdaughter,yourbrothers.ToJackson,Viola.”
“Mrs.Piedmont,ma’am,youdon’thaveanythingtoapologizefor.”
“Iaskyoutoacceptan
apologyfromme.”“Ofcourse.”Shelby
carriedoverthetea,initsprettycups.
“Thankyou.Wouldyousit,too?I’vejustcomefromthepolicestation.MelodyhasadmittedtogoingtoArloKattery,togivinghimmoneytocauseyoutrouble,Shelby.I’mnotsureshe’dhaveadmitteditthissoon,buttheyhadthreepeoplealreadywhosawherdrivinguptohis
trailerintheholler.Andthoughitpainsmetosayit,Iwouldn’tgetheralawyeruntilshetoldthetruth.”
Sayingnothing,Violajustreachedout,tookFlorence’shand.
“Idon’tknowwhatshethoughtwouldhappen,orwhyshe’ddosomethingsomean,soreckless.Idon’tknowwhyshe’salwaysbeensojealousofyou,Shelby.Whenyouwerevotedhead
cheerleaderbackinhighschool,shehadhysterics,beggedmetomakeabigdonationtotheathleticdepartmentifthey’dtakeyoudown,putherup.AndwhenyouwereHomecomingqueenoverher,shecamehomeandcutherdresstoribbons.”
Florencesighed.“She’sangrymostofthetime,itseems.I’dhopedbyputtingherinchargeofTheArtfulRidge,havingherliveinthe
carriagehouse,she’dbehappier,startbeingmoreresponsible.ButIknow,Iseenow,Iindulgedhertoomuchallalong.Andhermamadidevenmore.
“She’smygrandchild,myfirstgranddaughter,andIloveher.”
“Ofcourseyoudo.”“Ioverlookedtoomuch
overtheyears,butIwon’toverlookthis.Shecausedsomeonetrueharm,andit
couldhavebeenmuchworse.Shediditforspite.She’llpayapriceforthatspite.Ihavenorighttoask,andnonetoexpect,butshe’smygranddaughter,soIwillask.Thesheriffindicated,ifyouandGriffinLottareamenable,ifyouagree,insteadofgoingtojail...”
ForthefirsttimeFlorence’shandshook,soshesettheteacupdowncarefullyinitssaucer.
“Shecouldservesixmonthsinarehabilitationcenter,aprivateone,whereshewouldhavetherapyforhervariousissues.Shewouldberequiredtoworkthere—chores,Isuppose.Cleaning,gardening,laundry,thatsortofthing.Then,ifdeemedready,shewouldserveanothersixmonths’communityserviceinahalfwayhouse,withayear’sprobationtofollowthat.
“Iwon’tpretendit’sprison,”Florencecontinued.“Butshewouldberestricted,gettherapyIfeelshedesperatelyneeds,andberequiredtofollowsetrules.Shewouldloseherfreedom,andthat’sakindofprison.Andifsherefusestoabidebytheterms,therules,thenshewouldfaceprison.Hermotherwilltrytofightmeonthis,butherfather...I’vealreadyspokentomyson-in-
law.Wespokeatsomelength,andhewillbackmeonthis.”
Steadier,Florencepickedupherteaagain.“It’syourgranddaughterandmine,Vi.Whowouldhavethoughtwe’dcomehere?”
OnceagainViolatookherhand.“Life’sfullofhardbumpsandslicktwists.Wedothebestwecantodriveit,starttofinish.”
“Somedays,bestisn’tnear
togoodenough.You’llwanttimetothinkaboutthis,Shelby.”
“It’snotthat...it’sGriffshehurt,orhurtthroughwhatArlodid.”
“It’syoushemeantto.”“AllIwant,Isweartoyou,
Mrs.Piedmont,isforhertoleavemeandminealone.Ihaveachildtothinkof.Ihavealifetotrytorebuildwithmylittlegirl,andIjustwantMelodytoleaveusbe.
IfGriffin’sallrightwithwhatyousaid,Iwouldbe.He’stheonewhoendedupbeinghurt,whatevershemeant.”
“I’llspeaktohim,andwe’llallabidebyhisdecision.I’msickathearthewashurtthisway,thatsomeoneinmyfamilywouldhavecausedit.Iwonder,Viola,ifyouknowfromJacksonhowmuchdamagethereistotheboy’struck.”
“WhatJacksontoldme
justabitagoonthephone,it’saloss.”
“Oh,Granny.”“Well,mostanythingcan
befixed,butJacksaysitwouldn’tbefixedrightenough,andexpectstheinsurancecompanytoagreeandtotalitout.”
“I’llmakeitright.Youhavemywordonit.”
“Ineverhadanydoubtonthat,Flo.”
“Iknowyou’rebothbusy,
andIthankyousomuchfortakingthistime,andforyourunderstanding.Foryourkindness.”
“I’mgoingtowalkyouout,”Violasaid,slidinganarmaroundFlorence’swaistastheybothrose.“AndI’mgoingtogiveyouabrochuresoyoucanthinkaboutcomingbackforanicehotstonemassageoraRestoreYouthFacial.”
ShelbyheardFlorence
laughastheywalkedout.“It’salatehourforrestoringyouth,isn’tit,Viola?”
“It’snevertoolateanhour,Flo.Nevertoolateanhour.”
•••
ITSEEMEDTOShelbythebestthingtodowaskeepherheaddownandtakeeachdayasitcame.She’dbeenfartoomuchfrontandcenteronthe
gossipstagesinceherreturntotheRidge.Experiencetoldhersomeothernewsorinterestwouldcomealongsoonenough.
ShefeltjustfinebeingfrontandcenterFridaynight,performingdoo-wopandrockandfiftiesballads.Thecrowdseemedtofeeljustfineaboutit,too,andnobodygotshot.
AndsinceCalliewashavingasleepoveratGranny’s,toppingFriday
nightoffinGriff’sbedfeltevenmorethanfine.
BeforeandafterherSaturdayjob,shehitherspreadsheethard,meticulouslypayingbills,doingcarefulmath.
Andshakingherclaspedhandsattheceilingwhenshepaidoffanothercreditcard.
Threedown,ninetogo.StraightafterSunday
breakfast,shestoodatthestovefryingupchickenand
listeningtoCalliesquealwithdelightwhilesheplayedwiththemuch-lovedbubblemaker.
AdaMaecamein,huggedShelbyfrombehind.“That’sthebestsoundintheworld.”
“Iknowit.She’ssohappy,Mama,itturnsmyheartinsideout.”
“Andhowaboutyou?”“I’maboutashappyasa
littlegirlwithabubblemachine.”
“YouwereinfinevoiceFridaynight,babygirl.Andsoprettyupthereinthatbluedress.”
“I’mgoingtohavefunwiththesixties.I’vebeenplayingaroundsomefornextweek.Tansytoldmethey’regoingaheadforsurewiththatexpansion.That’llbeexciting.”
“GoodthingGriffandMattareallbutdonehere.Ilovemynewbathroomlike
Callielovesherbubblemaker.”
Todemonstrate,AdaMaedidaneatpirouetteandhadShelbygrinning.
“They’rehandymen.Ahandyman’sworthhisweightingold.Youmust’vehadanicetimeafter.”
HeatroseupthebackofShelby’sneck.“Idid.Mama,youdidn’twaitup,didyou?”
“It’snotamatterofwaitingup.Youhaveachild
underyourroof—whethershe’sfourteenorforty—youhearthatcarpullupthedrive.Anddon’teventhinkaboutsayingyou’resorry.Itputasmileonmyfacethinkingaboutyoubeingwithagoodman.Heputsasmileonyourface,too.”
Sheknewjustwherehermotherwasgoing.“Hedoes.IcanadmitIdidn’tseemyselfhavinganicetimewithanymanforalongtime
yet.Asitis,it’saprettysurprise.Still,Ican’tthinkpastnextweek,notyet.”
“That’sallright.Youtakeyourtime,givehimagoodtest-drive.”
“Mama!”“Youthinkyour
generationinventedsex?Andyou’redoingthesixtiesnextweek?Thatgenerationlikelyfiguredthesame.Speakingoftest-driving,IheardFlorencePiedmontboughtGriffanew
truck.”“Hesaidshewouldn’ttake
no,turneditaroundsoitfeltlikehe’dbeinsultingherifherefused.Grandpa’sgoingtostripthewreckedoneforparts,andGriff’shavingthenewtruckpaintedwiththelogo.”
Shepausedasshedrainedsomeofthechicken.
“Didwedotherightthing,Mama?LettingMelodygetoffwithgoingtothat
rehabilitationcenter,angermanagementtherapyandthelike?”
“Nextthingtoacountryclub,Iexpect,andthatjustchafesmythighs.Butdownunderit,Ithinkitwastherightthing.Idon’tknowasshe’llbecomingbackhere,atleastnotforsometime.IdoknowMizFlorenceisn’tholdingherjob.”
“Oh.”“AndIexpectyoucould
havethatjob,ifyouwantedit.”
“I...No.IthinkIlikejusthowthingsare.IlikeworkingatGranny’s,Ilikethegirlsandtheworkandthecustomers.Ilikeknowingifsomethingcameup,nobody’dbeupsetifIhadtotakeofftodealwithit.AndIdoknow,forcertain,Iwouldn’twantMelody’soldoffice,heroldjob,heroldanything.Just...badjuju.
YouknowwhatImean,Mama?”
“Ido.You’vegotyourgranny’shandwithfriedchicken,girl.Ifyoudon’twanttolookpastnextweekyet,you’dbetterbecareful.Chickenlikethatcoulddriveamantoproposemarriage.”
“IthinkI’msafethere.”Andsafe,Shelbythought,
waswheresheneededtobe.AtnoonwhenGriffpulled
upinhisrentaltruck,shehad
thehamperloadedandready,andCallieinheryellowdresswitharibboninherhair.She’doptedforjeansandheroldhikingboots.
CallierushedoutbeforeGriffgottothedoor,andlaunchedherselfathim.
“Youlooklikeapicnic,LittleRed.”
“Igotabow.”Calliereachedbacktowheretheyellowribbontrailed.
“Iseethat.Prettyasthey
come,andso’syourmom.Here,letmetakethat.”
“You’vealreadygother.We’lltakemyvansinceIknowwherewe’regoing.I’vegottheblanketsintherealready.”
“I’vejustgottogetacouplethingsoutofthetruck.”
HestrappedCallieinhercarseat—expertly,Shelbynoted.Youdidn’thavetoshowthemansomething
twice.Hewalkedtohisrentaltruck,camebackwithatotebag.“Contributions,”hesaid,andputtheminthevanwiththehamper.
“I’mhopingthisspotisasprettyasIremember.It’sbeenawhile.”
Shedrovetowardtown,thenveeredoffonabackroad,justskimmingbythehollerwhileCalliechatteredlikeamagpie.Asshetooktherise,navigatedthe
switchbacks,itallcamebacktoher.Thesights,thesmells.
Thecolor.Windingthroughthe
greens,thebrowns,yellowtrilliumandcrestedirissplashed,whilethedelicatetrumpetsofcolumbineplayedindappledsunlight.There,orthere,mountainlaurelbrightenedtheshadows,andlady’sslippersdanced.
“Pretty.It’sprettycountry,”Griffsaidwhen
Callieshiftedtoconversationwiththeever-presentFifi.
“Itwon’tbelongtillthewildrhododendronspopout.Ijustlovethegreenofit.Theendless,risinggreenofit,andhowthecolorfromwildflowerscomesandgoes.”
ShepassedalittlefarmhousewhereaboyaboutCallie’sagerolledonthescrubbygrasswithayellowdog.
“Seethepuppy!Mama,
whencanIhaveapuppy?”“Hernewestobsession,”
Shelbysaidunderherbreath.“Oncewegetourownhouse,we’llthinkaboutthat.We’realmosttoourpicnicspot,”sheadded,hopingtoblockthelitanyoffollow-upquestions.
Sheturnedontoanarrowdirtroad,bumpedcarefullyalongit.“Thisbelongstothatlittlefarmwejustpassed.Daddy’sdeliveredthree
babiesinthathouse—mightbemorenowsinceI’vebeengone—andmadehousecallsforthegrandmotheruntilshepassed.Thefamilyletsususethisroad,andhavepicnicsorhikebackhere.Theysetgreatstorebymydaddy.”
“SodoI,sinceheclearedmetowork.”
“Youreye’slookingsomebetter.”
“Ikisseditbetter,Mama,whenIhadmypizzadate
withGriff.Arewethereyet?”“We’reasfaraswecan
drive.”Sheangledintothepull-off.“It’snotveryfartowalk.Aboutaquarter-mile.It’salittlesteep,though,andlikelyalittlerough.”
“We’reupforit.”Hesettledthelogisticsby
haulingCallieuponhisshoulders,takingthehamper.“Bagandblanketsforyou,”hetoldShelby.“It’ssoquiethere.”
Hespottedaboldredcardinalwatchingthemfromaperchonahawthorntree.
“That’snoteventhebestpart.”
“Nobody’sgoingtocomeoutwithashotgun?”
“IaskedDaddytocheckifitwasokay,andthefamily’sfineaboutit.Weleavethelandaswefoundit,that’sall.Thoughtheymighthavediscouragedrevenuersthatway,backintheProhibition
days.Plentyranwhiskeyoutofthehillsandthehollers.Mypeopleamongthem—bothsides.”
“Bootleggers.”Itmadehimgrin.
“It’dbehardtofindahandfulofpeoplewithnativerootswhodidn’thavebootleggersonthefamilytree.”
“Itwasadumbasslaw.”“Dumbass,”Callie
repeated,predictably.
“Sorry.”“It’snotthefirsttime.
That’sagrown-upword,Callie.”
“Ilikegrown-upwords.”Whenshescreamed,GriffshovedthehamperatShelby,startedtowhipCalliedown.
“Abunny!Isawabunnyrabbit!”
“Jesus—jeez,”Griffcorrected.“Youscaredthe...heckoutofme,LittleRed.”
“Catchthebunnyrabbit,Griff!Catchit.”
“Ididn’tbringmybunnyrabbitcatchingtools.”Withhisheartstillhammering,hetookthehamperback,continuedtheclimb.
Whenhetoppedtherise,hesaweverystepoftheclimbhadbeenworthit.
“Okay,wow.”“It’sjustlikeI
remembered.Thestream,thetrees,especiallythatbigold
blackwalnut.Andjustenoughopeningupsoyoucanseesomeofthehillsandvalleys.”
“You’reinchargeofallthepicnicspots,fromthisdayforward.”
“Hardtotopthisone,unlessit’satyourplace.”
WhenheputCalliedown,shebulletedstraightforthestream.
“Callie,don’tgoclosetotheedge,”Shelbybegan,but
Griffgrabbedherhandandpulledhertothestream.
“Cool.”HecroucheddownbesideCallie.“Lookatallthelittlewaterfalls.Theshinyrocks.”
“Iwannagoswimming!”“It’snotdeepenoughfor
swimming,baby,butyoucantakeyourshoesandsocksoff,putyourfeetin.Youcangowading.”
“’Kay.Icangowading,Griff!”
Callieploppeddown,attackedhershoeswhileShelbyspreadblanketsbesidethestreamwithitstumblingwater,mossylogs,thickeningferns.
“Notworriedabouthergettingthedresswet?”Griffasked.
“I’vegotachangeforherinthebag.I’dliketoknowalittlegirlwhowouldn’twanttosplashinthisstream.”
“You’reaprettycool
mom.”WhileCalliesteppedinto
splashandsqueal,Griffpulledthebottle,wrappedinitsfrozencozy,outofhisbag.
“Champagne?”Afterasurprisedlaugh,Shelbyshookherhead.“That’sgoingtoputmyfriedchickentoshame.”
“I’llbethejudgeofthat.”Shedrankchampagne,had
thesatisfactionofseeingGriffdevourherchicken.She
letCallierunoffsomeenergychasingbutterfliesorgoingbackforanothersplash.
Andrelaxed,assherealizedshehadn’t,notreally,sincethemorningshe’dfacedArloKatterywithbarsbetweenthem.
Andhe’dhavethatview,shethought,throughbars,foralong,longtime.
Butshehadthis—thegreenandtheblue,thechirpandtwitterofbirds,thesun
streamingthroughthetreestoplayshadowsonthegroundasherlittlegirlplayedinthestream.
“You’redefinitelyhired,”Grifftoldherwhenhewentbackforanotherpieceofchicken,anotherscoopofpotatosalad.
“Sittinghere,itseemslikenothing’swrongintheworld.”
“That’swhyweneedplaceslikethis.”
Shereachedout,trailedherfingersoverthehealingcutonhisforehead.“Forrestsaidtheystillhaven’tcaughtthatHarlowperson,anditmakesmethinkhedidwhathecametodo,andhe’slonggonefromhere.”
“Makesthemostsense.”“Thenwhy’dyoufollow
mehomeattwointhemorningonFridaynight?”
“Becausethatmakessensetome,too.Whenareyou
goingtoletmefollowyouhomeagain?”
Oh,she’djustbeenhopinghe’dask.“IguessIcouldseeifMama’sokaywatchingCallieonenightthisweek.”
“Whydon’twegotothemovies,thenbacktomyplaceforawhile?”
Shesmiled,thinkingshehadthis,too.Amoviedatewithamanwhomadeherbellyflutter.“Whydon’twe?Callie,ifyoudon’teatyour
picniclunch,therewon’tbeacupcakeinyourfuture.”
ShelbymarkeditasaperfectSundayafternoon,anddrivingbackwithCalliefightingsleepintheback,wonderedhowshecouldprolongit.
Maybeshe’dseeifGriffwantedtositoutontheporchwhileCallienapped.OrshecouldseeifEmmaKateandMattwantedtocomeover,andtheycoulddoupsome
burgersonthegrillforsupperlater.
“Iguessyou’vegotthingstodoatyourhouse.”
“There’sneveralackofthingstodoatmyplace.Why?Doyouhavesomethingelseinmind?”
“Iwasthinking,ifyouwantedtostayawhile,I’dseeifEmmaKateandMattwantedtocomebylateron.Havesomewine,andgrillsomeburgers.”
“Morefood?HowcouldIsayno?”
“I’llseeifit’sallrightwithMamaandDaddy,then...”
Shetrailedoffasshepulleduptothehouse,sawhermotheralreadyrunningout.
“OhGod,whatcould’vehappenednow?”Sheshovedoutofthevan.“Mama.”
“Iwasjustabouttotextyou.Gillywentintolabor.”
“Oh,justnow?”“It’sbeenafewhours,but
theydidn’tsayuntiltheywereheadingintothehospital.Daddy—mydaddy’sgotJacksonalready.Daddy—yourdaddy—andIareheadingintoGatlinburgtothehospitalrightnow,andForrestisbringingyourgranny.Claysaysshe’smovingfast.Oh,Idon’tknowwhybabiesalwaysputmeinatailspin.”
“It’sexciting,andit’shappy.”
“Youshouldgo,”Griffsaid.“Youshouldbethere.”
“Oh,Idon’twanttoputtwopreschoolersonmygrandfatheronhisown.”
“I’lltakeher.I’vegotCallie.”
“Oh,well,I—”“IwannagowithGriff!
Please,Mama,please.Griff,Iwannagotoyourhouse.CanIgotoyourhouseandplay?”
“Thatwouldbethenicestthing,”AdaMaesaid.“Shelbycouldn’tbeherewhenJacksonwasborn.Itwouldsuremeanalottous,Griff.”
“Done.”“Yay!Yay!”Shelbylookedather
daughter’sshiningface.“Butitcouldbehours.”
“NotifClay’sanyjudge.Clayton,youcomeonnow!”AdaMaeshouted.“I’mnot
goingtomissmygrandbaby’sbirthbecauseyou’redawdling.Griff,thankyousomuch.Callie,youbegoodforGriffnow,orI’llknowthereasonwhy.ClaytonZachariahPomeroy!”AdaMaemarchedbacktowardthehouse.
“Areyousure?Because—”
“We’resure,right,Callie?”
“Right!Let’sgo,Griff.”
Thrilled,sherubbedbothherhandsoverhischeeks.“Let’sgotoyourhousenow.”
“Letmejust...”Thinkwhattodo,Shelbymused.“I’lljustrunin,getsomethingsforhertoplaywith.”
“I’vegotscissorsandsticksforhertorunwith,andallthosematches.”
“Aren’tyouthefunnyone?Givemetwominutes.And,well,you’dbestjusttakemyvanincaseyouhave
togosomewherewithher.IfIcanborrowthistruck.”
“It’sarental.WhatdoIcare?”
“Allright,then,allright.Twominutes.No,it’lltakemefive.Fiveminutes.”
Sheracedtowardthehouseashermothercameoutdraggingherfather.
“AdaMae,I’madoctor,andI’mtellingyou,there’splentyoftime.”
“Oh,don’tdoctorme.You
tellmeaboutplentyoftimewhenyou’vegivenbirth.We’regoing,Shelby!”
“I’llbebehindyouinfiveminutes.Iknowhowtogetthere.”
GriffleanedbackagainstthevanbesideCallie’swindow.“We’regoingtohavesomefun,LittleRed.”
T20
heydidhavefun.Grifffashioneda
monsterfaceoutofcardboardand,donningit,chasedathrilledCalliearoundthefrontyard.Shebroughthimdownwiththe
magicwandhecobbledtogetherfromsometubingandmorecardboard.
Astherestoredprince,heansweredthefirsttextfromShelby.Atthehospitalnow—
everything’sgoingwell.Okaythere?
Heconsideredforamoment.We’regreat.We’re
headingoutnowtofindsometraffictoplayin.
HetookCallieinforaCoke,andjudgedbyherwide,shinyeyesCokewasn’tsomethingonherusualbeveragemenu.IttookasolidhalfhourtorunoffherCokehigh.Breathlessandwiser,heloadedthekidbackinthevanandtookherforaquickdriveforapackofjuiceboxes.
Thathadtobeabetteroption.
HespottedthesignPups
ForSale,decidedastoptherewouldentertainherforawhile,andpulledupinfrontofthecompactranchernexttothelittlemarket.
Followingthearrowonthesign,hetookthegravelpatharoundtheback.
Inakennel,cleananddry,threecream-coloredpupsandonebrownpupcameinstantlytolife,yipping,racingtowardthefencing,waggingchubbybodies.
Calliedidn’tsquealandrushtowardthemashe’dexpected.
Shegasped,thenpressedbothhandstohermouth.
Thensheturnedherhead,tippedherfaceuptoGriff’s.Andhereyeswerefullofwonderandloveandimmeasurablejoy.
Hethought,Ohshit,whathaveIdone?
Thenshethrewherarmsaroundhislegs,squeezed.
“Puppies!Iloveyou,Griff.Thankyou,thankyou.”
“Well,ah,listen...Ithoughtwe’djust—”
Whilehefumbled,shetippedherfaceupagain,allbutblindedhimwithhershiningjoybeforeshebrokeoffto,atlast,rushthefence.
Awoman,ababyonherhip,aredkerchieftiedaroundherhair,steppedoutofthebackdooroftherancher.
“Afternoon,”shesaid
whilethebabyeyedhimsuspiciously.
“Hey.Wewerejustatthemarket,andIthoughtshe’dgetakickoutofseeingthepups.”
“Why,sure.Youwanttogoin,honey?They’reasfriendlyastheycanbe.Threemonthsoldnow,”shecontinuedassheopenedthegateforCallie.“Hadalitterofeight.Mama’sourLab-retrievermixGeorgie,andthe
daddy’smycousin’schocolateLab.”
Callieranin,dropped,andwasimmediatelyburiedinpuppies.
“That’sahappysound,isn’tit?”thewomansaidasCallie’sgigglesmixedwiththeyipsandfakegrowls.
“Yeah...but—”“They’reagoodmixwith
kids,Daddy,”shesaidwithasmileasshejuggledthebaby.“Gentleandloyaland
playful.”“Oh,I’mnotherfather.
Hermother’ssister-in-law’shavingababy,prettymuchnow,soI’mwatchingCallieforawhile.”
“Griff!Griff,comesee.Comeseethepuppies.”
“Yeah,okay.”“Yougoon,takeyour
time.She’sgotagoodwaywiththem.Lotofkidsheragewanttopulltailsandearsorcartapuparoundinachoke
hold,butitlookslikesheknowshowtobegentleandplayful.They’regoingtogofastnow,”sheadded,asthebabydecidedGriffpassedmusterandofferedawide,droolinggrin.“Ijustputthesignupthismorning.Thefirstfourwerealreadyspokenfor.Idon’tsellthemtillthey’refullweaned,hadtheirshotsandthevetclearsthem.”
“I’mnotreally...Imean,
Ithoughtaboutgettingadog.Later.OnceI’vegotmyplacemoreundercontrol.”
Thewomannarrowedhereyes.“You’retheoneboughttheoldTripplehornplace.TheonewhoworkswithEmmaKate’sboyfriend.EmmaKateandDocPomeroydeliveredLucashererightintheexamroomattheclinic.Iwentinformycheckup,andhegotinapowerfulhurrythenand
there.Wasn’ttimetoheadtothehospital.IsthatShelbyPomeroy’slittlegirl?”
“Yeah.”“Ishould’vefiguredfrom
thehair.Youdecideyouwantoneofthepups,I’lldohalfprice,seeingasthelittlegirl’sgranddaddyandyourpartner’sladyhelpedbringmyboyintotheworld.”
“Oh,well...that’s—”“Griff,comeplaywiththe
puppies!”
“Yougoon.I’llbearound.”
Hetookthebrowndog.Hedrewthelineat
Callie’shelpfulnamesuggestions.HewouldnotnamehisdogFifiinhonorofherbeststuffedfriend.OrDonkeyinhonorofShrek’sbestpal.
HehitonSnickersbecauseofthechocolate,thenhadtogobacktothemarketandbuyonesoCalliegotthe
connection.Hehadtobuypuppyfood,adish,aleash,acollar,dogtreats.
Bythetimetheyloadedupagain,withthepuppyexploringtheinsideofthevan,Griff’searswereringing.
Shelby’snexttextcamethroughasheliftedCallieoutofthevan,andsheandthepuptookoffrunning.Gilly’sdoinggreat.She’ll
bepushingsoon.Nearly
there.Letmeknowhowit’sgoingifyou’redoneplayingintraffic.
Hestartedtotextaboutthepuppy,eventhoughitallfeltalittlebitlikeadream,thenoptedagainst.Playingintrafficmadeus
hungry.Wewantasnacksowe’regoingtohuntupstrangerswithcandy.GoGilly.
Babiescomeintheirowntime,andBeauSawyer
Pomeroycameintotheworldatseven-eleven—aluckyhour,accordingtohisdaddy—atahealthysevenpoundsandtwelveounces.Shelbytooktimetoadmirehim—thespittingimageofherbrother—digoutmoretissuesforhermother,andhugtheproudparents.
Shesentanotherquicktext:It’saboy!BeauSawyer’sbeautiful,MamaandDaddyhappyandwell.
Onmywaybacksoon.Bythetimeshemanaged
tosayallhergoodbyesandnavigatetrafficoutofGatlinburg,thesunsatlow.Sheconsideredstoppingtotextagain,seeifGriffwantedhertopickupanyfood,butdecidedsurelythey’deatensomethingbynow.
Shepulledupbesidehervan,thought,Whataday.
Whennooneansweredherknock,shehadamomentof
concern,ordereditaway.Easingthedooropen,shecalledout,thencockedherearatthefamiliarsounds.Shrek.Shakingherhead,she
startedbacktowardthegreatroom.
ShrekandDonkeyarguedonthebigscreen.Onthesofa,herlittlegirllaysprawledoverGriff.Bothofthemweresoundasleep.
Shenearlyscreamedwhen
somethingwetandcoldhitherankle.Lookingdown,shesawafatbrownpuppywhoimmediatelyattacheditsteethandinteresttothelacesofherhikingboots.
“Oh,noyoudon’t.”Shepickedupthepup,gaveitalonglook.“Justwheredidyoucomefrom?”
“Rightdowntheroad,”Griffsaid,openingsleepyeyes.
“Whosedogisit?”
“Iguessit’smydog.Itjustsortofhappened.Snickers.”
“I’msorry,what?”“Hisname.Snickers.
ChocolateLab–goldenretrievermix.”
“Hecouldn’tbecuter.”Amused,charmed,shecuddledthepupinwhilehelappedlovinglyatherchin.“Didyoulookatthesizeofhisfeet?”
“No.Notespecially.”“You’regoingtohaveone
bigdoghere.”ShesmiledasSnickersswitchedtohercheek,wiggledhappilyinherarms.“Whichoneworeyouout?Callieorthedog?”
“Ithinkweworeeachotherout.Babyworldokay?”
“It’sperfect.BeauSawyer,ifyoudidn’tgetmylasttext.Healthy,beautiful,andthefamily’sallbeaming.Ican’tthankyouenough,Griff,forkeepingCalliesoIcouldbethere.Itmeanttheworldto
me.”“Wehadfun.Whattimeis
it?”“It’sabouteight-thirty.”“Okay,weprobably
crashedabouttwentyminutesago.”
“Didyougetsomethingtoeat?Ishould’ve—”
“Therewaschickenleftfromthepicnic,”heinterrupted.“AndIdidsomemacandcheesebecauseyoucan’tgowrong.Hadsome
frozenpeasImostlyuseasanicebag,buttheyworked.”
HestrokedCallie’sbackashespoke,asheshifted.Sherolledoverlikeabundleofrags.
“She’sout.”“It’sbeenahappydayfor
her.Me,too.”Shesetthedogdown,andhebouncedtoGriff,wentforthelaces.Griffscoopedthepupupinonearm,lookedaroundandfoundthechewropehe’dmadeout
ofoldcord.“Trythis,”hesuggested,andsetthedogdownwithit.
“Didshetalkyouintothatdog?”
“Shedidn’thavetosayaword.”HeglancedbackwhereCallieslept,butthikedintheair,onearmwrappedaroundFifi.“It’sallintheeyes.Iplannedtogetone,morelikeinthefall.Getalittlemoredonearoundherefirst.SoIjustshiftedupthe
timeline.Plus,hewasonsale.Doyouwantsomefood?There’sstillsomemacandcheese.Thechicken’sjustafondmemory.”
“No,thanks.Weatehereandthereatthehospital.Ineedtogetherhomeandinbed.”
“Maybeyoucouldstay.”Tempting,sotempting
whenhisarmsslidaroundher.
“I’dlikethat,andsuspect
Calliewould,too.Butnotyet,Griff.Notquiteyet.”
Shecouldprolongthemoment,hermouthonhis.Thenherheadonhisshoulder.“It’sbeenagoodday.”
“Redletter.”HepickedCallieup.She
laybonelessoverhisshoulderwhileShelbygatheredthehamper,thebag.Thedogracedoutthedooraheadofthem,rancirclesaroundthe
yardwhileGrifffixedCallieinherseat.
Hewatchedthemdriveoffwiththewesternskytakingonthecolorofherhair.Thentherewasquiet.
Helikedthequiet,heremindedhimself,orhe’dneverhaveboughtaplacesofaroutoftown.Butitfeltseriouslyquietafterhoursofalittlegirl’schatter.
HelookeddowntowhereSnickerswasbusyattacking
hislaces.“Cutthatout.”Hehad
onlytoshakehisfoot.“Let’smaketherounds.”
Theymadetheroundsagaintwicemorebeforemidnight.He’dworkedtoohardonthefloorshe’drefinishedtohavethemruinedbyapuppy.
Consideringsleepingarrangements,hefashionedatemporarydogbedoutofabox,someoldtowels,and
tiedanothertowelintoapuppy-likeshape.Snickerswasn’timmediatelysold,buttheexcitementofthedaydiditswork.WiththepupasconkedasCalliehadbeen,Griffconsidereditajobwelldone,anddroppedintobedhimself.
Hedidn’tknowwhatwokehim.Theclockreadtwo-twelve,andwhenhecheckedbytheflashlightappofhisphone,Snickersremained
curledinaballinhisbox.Thoughheoptedtolet
sleepingdogslie,somethingfeltoff.Offenoughforhimtowalkquietlyoutofthebedroom.Listen.
Oldhousesgroanedandcreaked,hethought—heknewitwell.Andstillheeasedopenadoor,pickedupapipewrench.Flippingonlightsashewent,hestarteddownstairs.
Andthere,justthat...a
faintclick.Adoorclosing.Hemovedquicklynow,
straighttowardthebackandtheglassdoors.
Hehitthelights,hittheoutsidefloods.
He’dbespotlighted,butifanyonewasoutthere,sowouldthey.
Hesawnothing,nomovement.
Hadhelockedthebackdoors?Hedidn’tthinkso,asherarelythoughtto.And
withtakingthepupinandout,helikelyhadn’t.
Hesteppedoutonthebackporch,filteringoutthenightsounds,thebreeze,themournfulcallofanowl,thefaintechoofadogbarkingsomewhereacrosstheridge.
Heheardanengineturnover,thecrunchoftiresongravel.
Hestoodforawhile,lookingoutintothedark.
Someonehadbeeninhis
house,hewasdamnsureofit.
Hewentin,lockedthedoor—thoughitoccurredtohimsinceitwasallglass,itwouldn’ttakemuchifsomeonewantedin.
Hescannedthearea,lookingforanythingoutofplace.
Hisgazepassedoverthelaptophe’dleftonthekitchenisland,trackedback.
He’dleftthetopup—
almostalwaysdid.Butitwasdownnow.
Andwhenhewalkedover,putahandonit,itfeltslightlywarm.
Heliftedthelid,begantopokearound.Hewasnocomputergeek,butheknewenoughtogetby.
Itdidn’ttakelongtodiscoversomeonehadhackedin,downloadedhisfiles.Bank,bills,e-mails,theworks.
“Whatthefuck?”Hespentthenexttwenty
minutescursingandchangingallhispasswords,allhiscodesandusernames.Anythinghecouldthinkof.
Whathecouldn’tthinkofwaswhatsomeonewouldwantwithhisdata.
Hespentmoretimesendingoutane-mailblast—friends,family,businesscontacts,anyoneonhislist—tellingthemhisdatahadbeen
compromisedandnottorespondtoanythingfromhisolde-mailaddress.
Aftercheckingeverydoorandwindow,hetookthelaptopwithhimupstairs.
Bettersecurity,hethought,onhisdata,onhishouse,hadjustbumpeduptotoppriority.
Anhourafterhe’dwoken,hetriedtosettledownagain,listeningtoeverycreak,everyrattleofwind.Justashe
startedtodriftoff,thedogwokeandbegantowhimper.
“Yeah,itfigures.”Heshovedup,pulledonpantsagain.“Mightaswellmaketherounds,Snickers.”
Whenhedid,thebeamofhisflashlightpickedupaclearfootprintinthesoftgroundbesidethegravelofhisdrive.
•••
“YOURBLACKEYE’Sjustfading,andyouhadabreak-in?”
MattdealtwithtouchingupthepaintwhileGriffinstalledthelastofthetriminAdaMae’snewmasterbath.
“Moreofawalk-in.Painintheasshavingtochangepasswords,sendoutnotifications,thenspenddamnnearanhourinthepolicestationthismorningwiththereport.Doesn’tmake
sense,andI’d’veputitdowntohouse-settlingnoisesifithadn’tbeenforthelaptopbeingclosed.”
“You’resureyouleftitopen?”
“Sureenough.Plusitwaswarm,andIhadn’tuseditinhours.Thenthefootprint.Itwasn’tmine,Matt.Sizetwelvehere,butthiswasbigger.AndIheardacar.”
“Whatdidthecopssay?”“That’sanotherreasonI’m
lategettinghere.IwentbackwithForrest,andhetookalookaround,tookpicturesofthefootprint,forallthegoodthat’lldo.Itwasn’tstraightvandalism.I’dalreadyfiguredifithadbeen,tolookforsomeoneinArloKattery’sfamilyoroneofhispals.”
“Well,it’snotlikeyou’rerollinginit,butyou’reprettywellset.Somebodyfigured,hey,thisguyboughtthisbigoldplace,andhe’sdrivinga
newtruck.”“Becausethatasshole
wreckedmyoldone.”“Still.”Mattshook
Snickersfromhisbootlaces,gavethetennisballGriffhaddugupalittlekicktosendthepupchasingit.“Itsoundslikesomebodyfiguredtheycouldsiphonofffromyouraccounts,somethinglikethat.”
“They’reoutofluckonthatnow.Pissesmeoff,
somebodywalkingintomyhouselikethat.Lookslikegettingadogwas...fortuitous.Wordoftheday.”
“Fortuitousmyass.”Mattgrinned,gavetheballanothergentlekick.“Howmanytimeshaveyoucleanedupafterhimsofar?”
“Acouple.”Maybefiveorsix.“Buthe’sgettingit.He’sgoingtobeagoodjobdog.Hedoesn’tfreakatthenailgun.Andhe’sgoingtoget
big.Abigdogputsoffpeoplewhowanttowalkintoyourhouseattwointhefuckingmorning.Yououghttogetone,thenhe’dhaveapal.”
“Livinginanapartment,remember?”Mattclimbedontothestepladderwithbrushandbucket.“I’mthinkingaboutmaybestartingahouse,though.”
“You’vebeenthinkingaboutmaybestartingahousesincewegothere.”
“I’mthinkingmoresinceI’mgoingtoaskEmmaKatetomarryme.”
“Ifyou’regoingtodothat,youshould...What?”Griffnearlybobbledthenailgunashecamestraightuponhisknees.“When?Wow.”
“Yeah,Iknow.”Withaslightlydazedlookinhiseyes,Mattgrinned.“Whileyouweredealingwiththecopsthismorning,IwaswatchingEmmaKateget
readyforwork.She’smakinggreensmoothies,and—”
“Don’tmentionyourfamousgreensmoothies.”
“Ifyou’ddrinkoneeverymorning,you’dreapthebenefits.”
“Idon’tunderstandpeoplewhoeatkale,muchlessdrinkit.Youdecidedyouwantedtomarryherbecauseofgreensmoothies?”
Mattpushedupthebrimofhisballcap,andnowdazed
becamedreamy.“Ilookedather.She’sbarefoot,andalittlegrumpy,hadn’tdonehermakeupyet.She’swearingkhakisandabluetop,andthesun’sshiningthroughthewindow.Ithought,ThisiswhatIwant,everymorning.”
“GrumpyEmmaKateandgreensmoothies?”
“Everymorning.Ican’tseepastatimeIdon’twantjustthat.SoIthoughtyou’dgowithmeafterworktobuy
aring.I’mgoingtoaskhertonight.”
“Tonight?”ThatwasenoughtobringGrifffullytohisfeet.“You’reserious?Don’tyouwantasetup?”
“I’llgetsomeflowers.Thering’sthesetup.Idon’tknowhersize,but—”
“Makeatemplate.Gobackhome,digoutoneofherrings,makeatemplatetotaketotheringplace.”
“Ishould’vethoughtof
that.”“Whatareyougoingto
say?”“Idon’tknow.”Matt
shiftedontheladder.“Iloveyou,willyoumarryme?”
“Yougottadobetterthanthat,man.”
“You’remakingmenervous.”
“We’llthinkaboutit.Gomakethetemplate.”
“Now?”“Yeah,now.I’vegotto
takethedogoutanywaybeforehepeesonthenewtile.We’retakingabreak.”Allinwiththeplan,Griffgavehispartnerapunchontheshoulder.“Jesus,Matt,you’regettingmarried.”
“Ifshesaysyes.”“Whywouldn’tshe?”“Maybeshedoesn’twant
meandgreensmoothieseveryday.”Mattsteppeddownfromtheladder.“Ifeelalittlesick.”
“Knockitoff.Go,makethetemplate.”Griffgrabbedthedog,who’dbeguntosniffinawaythatwarnedGriffpeeingwasimminent.“I’vegottotakehimout.Takeaction.It’stheonlywaytogetwhatyouwant.”
“I’mtakingaction.”
•••
SHELBYSQUEEZEDINAREHEARSAL.Shefeltgood
abouthermixofmusic—fromtheBeatlestoJohnnyCashtoMotown.Ofcourse,ifshehadanactualaccompanist,she’dhavesloweddownthepaceof“RingofFire,”doneitasasexy,achingballad.
Maybedowntheroad,shethoughtasshefinisheduphermorningstintatthesalon.Shetooklunchordersfromsomeofthespapatrons,thenroundedupsomefromthe
staff.Asshetuckedawayher
list,grabbedherbag,Jolenesteppedcautiouslyinside.
“I’msorry.MizVi?MizVi,canIcomeinforjustaquickminute?Notforserviceoranything.I—ItalkedtoReverendBeardsly,andhesaidIshouldcome,andspeaktoyou,ifyou’dletme.”
“Allright,Jolene.”GivingJoleneanod,Violapulledthelastofthefoilfromher
customer’shair.“Dottie,willyoushampooSherrilynforme?”
“Surewill,MissVi.”DottieandSherrilynexchangedwide-eyedlooks.Neitherofthemwantedtomisstheshow.
“Doyouwanttogoinmyoffice,Jolene?”
“No,ma’am,MizVi.I’dliketosaywhatIneedtosayrightouthere,infrontofeverybody.”Herfacewent
pinkasshespoke,hereyesdamp,buttothereliefofsome,thedisappointmentofothers,shedidn’tblubber.
“Iwanttosaytoyou,MizVi,andtoyou,too,Shelby...I—IwanttosayfirstI’msoawfullysorry.Iwanttoapologize,tosayI’msosorryforhowIactedherethelasttime.And...”
Hervoicetrembled,tearsbrimmed,butsheheldupahandasshetookacoupleof
deepbreaths.“I’msorryfortheothertimesIwasrudeormeantoyourfaceorbehindyourback.Allofthem,Shelby,rightbacktofifthgrade.Iwanttosay,I’mashamedofit,allofit,lookingatitnowintheclear.IsowantedMelodytobemyfriend,andIdidthingsI’vegotnoexcusefor.”
Acoupleoftearsspilledover,butJolenetwistedherfingerstogetherandkept
going.“Iknewaboutwhatshedidtoyourcar,Shelby,backinhighschool?Ididn’tknowbeforeshedidit,andIdidn’tdoit.IswearI’dtellyounowifIhad.”
“Ibelieveyou.”“ButIknewafter,andI
didn’tsayanything.IknewandIpretendedIthoughtitwasfunny,andhowyoudeservedit.Ijustwantedhertobemyfriend,butIknowsheneverwas,notreally.I
knowthatnow,anditmakesitworse.Whatshesaidthatdayinhere,toyou,Shelby,aboutyou,aboutyourbabygirl,Ishould’vestoodup.Itmademesickinsidewhatshesaid,butIdidn’tstandupandsaythatwaswrong.IhopesayingitnowisastarttowhatReverendBeardslysaysismakingamends.Iwasonlythinkingofme,andI’msorry.”
Shesniffled,heeledaway
tearsfromhercheeks.“Ididn’tknowshewenttoArlothatway.Ishould’veknown,andIcan’tsay,notforsure,ifsomewheredeepdownIdid.Ididn’tlookdeepdownbecauseIdidn’twantto.AndIdon’tknow,notforsure,ifI’dhavestoodupeventhen.That’sshameful,nottoknowifIwouldhavestoodup.”
“Youdidstandup,”Shelbyremindedher.“Whenyoufoundoutwhathappened
toGriff.”“Iwasthatshockedand
upset.SeeingGriff’sfaceallcutandbruised,hearingwhathappened.Icouldn’t...Icouldn’tbequiet,notthen.”
“Jolene,I’mgoingtoaskyousomething,andIwantyoutolookmeintheeye.”ViolawaitedforJolenetoblinkhereyesclear.“DoyouknowanythingaboutsomebodygoingintoGriffin’shouselastnight,
middleofthenight?”“Ohmygosh!Ohno,
ma’am,MizVi.”“Whathappened?”Shelby
demanded.“What—”AndbrokeoffwhenViolaheldupafinger.
“Ipromise,MizVi.Iswear.”Jolenecrossedherhandsoverherheart.“Itcouldn’thavebeenMelody.She’salreadyinthatplace,inMemphis.IwenttoseeMizFlorencejustthismorning,to
makemyamendstoher,andshetoldme.Didsomebodyhurthimagain?Didsomebodyrobhim?”
“No.”ViolalookedoveratShelby.“No.Lookstobenotmuchofanything,andIexpectallofushereknowifitwasoneoftheKatteryclan,they’dhavebustedtheplaceupiftheycould.”
Violafistedahandonherhip.“Isthereanythingelseyouhavetosay,Jolene?”
“Iguessnot.JustI’msorry.I’mgoingtotrytobeabetterperson.”
“Youneverhadmuchgumption,”Violaobserved.“Here’sthefirsttimeI’veseenyoushowany,andyoudidagoodjobofit.I’mgoingtosay,I’mliftingmybanonyou,andyou’refreetocomeinherewhenyoulike.”
“Oh,MizVi.Thankyou,MizVi.I...Iwon’tcomeinifyou’dratherIdidn’t,
Shelby.”“IhopeIcanacceptan
apologythesameasmygrandmother.”
“Iwanttogiveonetoyourmama,too.Shewasn’there,but...Iwanttojustthesame.”
“She’sbusyrightnow,butyoucantellherlateron.”
“ThenIwill.”“It’suptoCrystalifshe
wantstodoyourhairforyourwedding,”Violaadded.
“Oh,MizVi.Oh,Crystal,wouldyou?Losingyou’salmostasbadaslosingmyfiancé.AndIreallydolovehim.”
“OfcourseIwill.Youmademerealproudtoday,Jolene.”
Onasob,Jolenerushedover,flungherselfatCrystal.
“Thereyouarenow.I’mgoingtotakeyouback,getyouanicecolddrink.”
“Iwassoscaredtocome
in.Iwassoscared.”“Thatjustmakesmeeven
prouder.”CrystalbeamedasmileatViola,andledJoleneintotheback.
“Dottie,getthatshampoodonenow.Show’sover.”
Shelbyturnedstraighttohergrandmother.“Granny,whathappenedatGriff’s?”
“WhatIsaid.Somebodywentinthere.Hesays,whatIgothesays,”shecorrected,“istheywentintohislaptop
computer.That’sallIknow.Yououghtaaskhim.”
“Iwill.I’vegottogettheselunchordersin.”Sheglancedtowardtheback.“Someofushavetogetknockedhardtocomeback.Iknowhowthatis.Thismightbethemakingofher.”
“She’saflightyone,andlikelyalwayswillbe.ButIrespectawell-givenapology.Yougoonnow,orthosecustomerswillbeshoutingus
downfortheirlunchorder.Ioughttothinkaboutputtinginalittlecafé.”
Itwouldn’thavesurprisedShelbyintheleast.Butfornow,shedashedout.
ShewantedtocallGriff,butcouldn’tsparethetimeassherushedtoSidandSadie,gathereduptheorders,madeabeelineforthePizzateria,didthesame.Loaded,shehurriedbacktowardthesalon.
Andnearlyslammedintoamanstudyingoneoftheareamaps.
“I’msosorry!Iwasn’tlookingwhereIwasgoing.”
Hesmileddownather.“NeitherwasI.You’vegotahealthyappetite.”
Ittookheramoment,thenshelaughed.“Deliveryservice.”
“Thenyoumustknowthearea.”
“Bornandbredhere,so,
yes,Ido.Areyoulost?”“Notexactly.I’mvisiting
theareaforafewdays.IwantedtotrytheRendezvousTrail,hitMiller’sWaterfall,BonnieJeanOverlook,Dob’sCreek.IcameintotownthinkingI’dgetatakeawaylunch,andI’vegottenturnedaround.”
“Icanhelpyouwiththat.”Sheangledaroundtolookatthemap.“Ifyoutakethisroad,theonewe’reon,
straightoutoftown,goonpastthebighotelandtaketheleftfork.Seethat?”
“Yeah.”Peeringdown,henoddedslowly.“Okay.”
Sheguidedhimthrough,suggestedSidandSadieforhispackedlunch.
“Isuredoappreciateit.”“You’rewelcome,andyou
enjoyyourtimehereintheRidge.”
“Iwill.”Whenshehurriedoff
again,hefoldedthemapandsliditintohispocket,alongwiththekeyshe’dliftedneatlyoutofherpurse.
A21
ttheendoftheday,Shelbydumpedherpurseoutforthe
secondtime.“Isweartheywereinhere.
IalwaysputtheminthissidepocketsoIdon’thavetohunt
forthem.”“Crystal’scheckingthe
backagain,”Violatoldherassheherselfhuntedundermanitablesandaroundpedichairs.“Yououghttogolookinthevanagain.Youmayhavedroppedthemthismorning.”
“Allright,Iwill.ButIcanseemyselftuckingtheminthepocketthismorning.ButIdoiteverytime,somaybeI’mseeinganothertime.”
“I’llcallSidandthe
Pizzateriaagain.Youhadsuchabunchofbags,honey,youmight’vetippedthemoutwhileyouweregatheringthemallup.”
“Thanks,Granny.I’vegotasparekeytothevanathome,butitworriesmetolosethatset.It’sgotkeystothevan,toMama’s,tothebarandgrill,tohere.Iftheydon’tturnup,everybody’sgoingtohavetochangelocks.Idon’tknowhowI
could’vebeensocareless.”Sheshovedherhairback
asthephoneonthecounterwiththecontentsofherpurserang.“It’sthePizzateria.Hi,it’sShelby.Didyou—Oh,thankyou!Yes,I’llrunrightupandgetthem.Thankssomuch.”
“Nowyoucanstopworryingaboutpeoplechangingouttheirlocks,”Visaid.
“It’ssucharelief.”Withit,
thetightbandaroundherchestloosened.“Imust’vedroppedthempickinguplunch,justlikeyousaid.Johnnysaidoneofthewaitersfoundthemunderthefrontcounter.IguessIdroppedthem,andtheygotkickedunderwithoutanyonenoticing.I’msorryforallthistrouble.”
“Don’tyouworry.I’llletthegirlsknow.”
“I’mgoingtobelate
pickingupCallie.”Shelbydumpedeverythingbackintoherbag.She’dsortitoutlater.“I’mtakingJacksontomorrow—didItellyou?It’llgiveClayafullfreedaytovisitwithGillyandthenewbaby,getthehousereadyforthemtocomehome.HementionedJacksoncoulduseahaircut,soI’llbringhimandCalliein,ifthat’sallright.”
“Iloveseeingmybabies.
Youcomeoninanytime.We’llworkthemin—andmaybegiveCallieaprincessmaniifthere’stime.”
“I’llseeyouthen.”ShekissedViolaonthecheek,andonceagaindashedout.
ShepickedCallieup,then,knowingherparentswerehavingadatenight—andwasn’tthatsweet?—decidedonimpulsetodrivetoGriff’s.Calliecouldplaywiththepupforabit,andGriffcouldgive
herthedetailsonthetroublehe’dhad.
Itdidn’toccurtoheruntilshe’dmadetheturnintohisdrivethatsheshould’vetextedorcalledahead.Drop-byswererisky,andpotentiallyrude.
Shecouldn’tchangehermind,notwithCalliesoexcited,butshehadanapologyreadywhenshestoppedbesideGriff’struck.
Hewasoutwiththedog,
turned,grinned,evenasSnickersracedtowardthevan.
“How’sthatfortiming?Ijustgothome.”
SheliftedCallieout,hadnomorethansetherdownwhenhergirldroppedtothegroundtohugthewildlywigglingdog.
“Hey.I’vedroppedtosecondplaceprettyquick.”Griffcroucheddown.“Noneofthatforme?”
“Griff.”Withaflirtysmile,Callieliftedherarms.Shekissedhischeek,giggled,rubbedhisstubble.“Tickly.”
“Ididn’tknowprettyladieswerecoming.”
“Ishould’vecalled.Justcomingby,it’spresumptuous.”
“Presume.”WithCallieonhiship,heleanedinbeforeShelbycouldthinkifshewantedtoavoid,andkissedher.“Anytime.”
“ShrekkissesFiona,andthenshe’sherrealself.”
“That’sright.Areyouyourrealself,Red?”
“LastIchecked.How’sthisgoing?”Alittleunnerved,sheloweredtogiveSnickersherattention.
“Notbadtoday.Hehandledthejob.Wefinishedit.”
“Finished?”Shelookedupasthedoglickedeverywherehecouldreach.“AtMama’s?
Ohmygoodness,she’sjustgoingtogocrazy.DaddywasgettingherstraightfromthesalonandtakingherintoGatlinburgtovisitGillyandthebaby,thenfordinnerandamovie.Shedoesn’tknowyoufinished.”
“She’llknowwhenshegetshome.”HesetCalliedown.“Domeafavor,LittleRed.RunaroundwithSnickerssome.Heneedstheexercise.”
“Comeon,Snickers!Youneedcersize.”
“I’mthinkingcoldbeer.Youwantin?”
“Ibetternot,butyougoahead.You’veearneditworkingsolategettingthatbathroomdone.”
HethoughtaboutthetriptoGatlinburg,thering.Buthe’dgivenhisbloodoathnottosayathinguntilthedeedwasdone.“Ah,well...”
“Ionlycamebyfora
minute,togiveCalliethetreat,andtoaskyouwhathappenedlastnight.Iheardsomethingaboutitatthesalon.”
“Worddoesn’ttravelaroundhere,itjusthangsintheairatalltimes.Idon’tknowexactly.”Heglancedtowardthehouse,foundtheangerstillwantedtorise.“Somebodywasinthehouse,downloadedmyfilesfrommylaptop.”
“Whyintheworld—Oh,Ibetyoudoyourbankingandallthatonline.”
“Youwin.It’sallgood.Everything’schangedup,secured.Butit’sweird.Easier,right,tobreakinduringtheday,stripthedamnplace.Buttosneakinonenightwithaflashdrive?It’sjustweird.Talkedmyselfintoarealsecuritysystem,though.Inadditiontothefierceanddeadlyguarddog.”
ShelbylookedovertowhereSnickersstumbledandrolled.“Heisallthat.It’sprobablysmartgettingoneouthere,thoughwejustdon’thavemuchtrouble.Exceptwehavehadrecently,haven’twe?SometimesIfeellikeIbroughttroublewithme.”
“Don’t.”Shetriedtoshakeitoff.
“Yougogetyourbeer.I’mgoingtoletherrunoffsomeenergywithSnickers,ifthat’s
allright,thenIhavetogetherhome,getherfed.”
“Wecanthrowtogethersomethinghere.”
“I’dliketo,sowouldCallie,butIhaveadozenthingstodoyet.AndI’mrunninglatemyselfasIlostmykeysandspentneartoanhourhuntingforthem.”
“Youputtheminthatsidepocketofthepursething.”
Sheliftedhereyebrows.“You’reobservant.”
“Youdoiteverytime.”“Well,IguessImissed,as
theyendedupunderthecounteratthePizzateria.Idon’tknowhowtheydid.IknowIdidn’tgetthemoutwhenIwasinthere,butthat’swheretheywere.”
“Didyouhaveyourpursewithyouallday?”
“Ofcourse—well,notwithme,”sheamended.“Ican’tcartitaroundwhileI’mworking.”
“Let’sgocheckyourlaptop.”
“What?Why?”Shenearlylaughedbutsuddennervesgotintheway.“Youcan’tthinksomebodystolemykeysrightoutofmybag,thenputthemunderthepizzacounter.”
“Let’sjustgocheckyourlaptop.It’sprobablynothing.CalliecanrunaroundthebackyardwithSnickers.I’llstopandpickupsome
dinner.”“Iwasgoingtodoup
someofMama’sleftoverhamfromtheirSundaydinnerwithsomemashedpotatoesandbutterbeans.”
“Yeah?I’mallinforthatifthere’senough.”
“There’salwaysenough.”Asmartcookknewhowtomakesureofit,andshe’denjoyspendingtimewithhim.But...“Youdon’treallythinksomebodygotmy
keys.That’sjustcrazy.”“We’lljustcheckitout.”Becausecrazyornot,he
didthinkit.Helockedupfirst,for
whatgooditdid,andfollowedthemaroundthewindingbackroads—gavetheoaktreeanarrowstareasheroundedthecurve.
HethoughtofMatt,wonderedifhisfriendhaddonethedeedyet.Hedecidednotquite,becauseoncehe
had,ShelbywouldsurelygetacallortextfromEmmaKate.
Hehopeditwassoon.Hecouldkeepasecret,buttheymadehimitchy.
HeglancedoveratSnickers,ridingasanyself-respectingdogwould,withhisheadoutthewindow,histonguehappilylolling.Asimpulseswent,thedogwasagoodone.
Itdidn’ttakelongto
establishCallieinthebackyard.Herkidheavenincludedherprizedbubblemaker,apuppyandtheoldfamilydog.
“JustlookatClancy,runningaroundlikeapuppyhimself.IthinkSnickershastakenfiveyearsoffhimwiththisvisit.”
“She’sstillgotacouplemorepupsoverthere.”
“Ithinktheone’senoughrightnow.I’llgogetmy
laptopsoyoucanrelax.Whydon’tIgetyouthatbeerfirst?”
“I’lltakeit.”Whilehewaited,Griff
consideredthewhat-ifs.Ifhercomputerhadbeencompromised,ashishad,itcouldmeantheRidgehadsomesortofcyberthieftrolling.Thatmightmakethemostsense.
Butitstruckhimasoddthatbothhisandherswould
betargets,andprettymuchback-to-back.Thatplayedasmorepersonal,moredirect,tohismind.
Heletthepossibilitiesrollaroundinhisheadashestoodatthekitchendoor,watchingthetwodogsplaytug-of-warwithhishomemadetoywhileCalliedancedaroundtheminafloodofbubbles.
MovingtotheRidgehadn’tbeenanimpulselikethepuppy.He’dthoughtlong
andhardaboutit,consideredtheangles,thepros,thecons.Butthedecisionhadbeen,likethepup,agoodone.
Itwasagoodlifehere.QuieterthanBaltimore,buthelikedthequiet.Somecultureshockhereandthere,butheknewhowtoadaptandadjust.
Andwasn’titinteresting—orfortuitous—thatmonthsafterhe’dsettledindownhere,Shelbyhadcomehome?
Hemightjustmaketomorrow’sword“serendipity.”
“Oh,Griffin!”“What?”Hespunaround.
“Somebodywasinyourcomp,too?”
“Idon’tknow.Ididn’tlook.TheMasterSuite.”Shesaiditwithaflourish,withcapitalletters.“It’swonderful,it’sgorgeous.Iknewitwouldbe.Isawithappening,butfinished,it’s
—I’mgoingtohaveawholeboxoftissueshandybecauseMama’sgoingtocrybucketsofjoyanddelightwhensheseesit.It’salljustperfect,justwhatshewanted.Andyouleftitsparklingclean.”
“Justpartoftheservice.”“Youputflowersinthere.”“Alsopartoftheservice
forexceptionalclients.”“Yourexceptionalclient’s
goingtocryhappytearsandtakeasoakinthatbigtubthe
minuteshegetshome.WhenIcanaffordahouse,you’rehired.”
“I’llputyouonthelist.Let’shavealookatthat.”
“Allright.”Sheputthelaptoponthe
counter,booteditup.“Haveyoudownloadedor
uploadedanythingtoday?”“Claysentacouplemore
picturesofthebabythismorninginane-mail,butthat’sall.”
“Let’ssee.”Hetappedafewkeys,broughtupherhistoryfirst.“Didyougointoanyofthesedocuments,gotoanyoftheseplacesthisafternoon?”
“No.”Sheliftedahand,rubbedatherthroat.“No,Ihaven’ttoucheditsincethismorning,andthenonlytocheckmymail.”
“Shelby,somebodywenttotheseplacesandintothesedocs.Andyoucanseehere,
thedata’sbeenuploadedontoanotherdrive.Copiedtoanotherdrive.”
“Justlikeyourswas.”“Yeah,justlikemine.”
Thoseclevergreeneyessharpenedwithtemper.“Youshouldcallyourbrother.”
“Yes.God.Wouldyoudothat?Ineedtoseeif—Ihavetocheckmybanking.”
“Youdothatnow.I’llmakethecall.”Hesteppedback,putinacalltoForrest.
“Everything’sstillthere.”Hervoicetrembledwithrelief.“It’sallstillthere.”
“Forrestisonhisway.You’regoingtowanttochangeyourpasswords.But...”
Shelookedupfromdoingjustthat.“Butwhat?”
“Itjustseemstomeifsomebodywasgoingtopullmoneyoutofyouraccount,he’dhavedoneit.Ichangedmineminutesafterwhoever
thiswashitmycomp,buthe’shadhourstowipeyouout,ifthat’sthereason.”
“Whatotherreasonisthere?”
“Information,maybe.E-mails,accounts,siteswefrequent,calendars.Mostofmylife’sonmycomputer.We’re...involved,right,youandme?”
“I—Iguessweare.”Itfeltstrangetosayitoutloud.
“Andbothourcomputers
arehackedinto,abouttwelvehoursapart.Maybeyoushouldtakealookaroundyourroom,checkifanything’soutofplaceormissing.I’vegotmyeyeonCallie.”
Withanod,shehurriedoff.
Heglancedoutthebackdooragain.Allwasrightwiththatworld.Aprettylittlegirl,rainbowbubbles,acoupleofhappydogs,allbackdropped
bythesmokygreenhills.Butoutsidethatpicture,
somethingwasverywrong.
•••
ITTOOKALITTLETIME;shewantedtobethorough.Butshefoundnothingoutofplace.
“Nothing.”Shecamebackin,waitedforGrifftoturnfromhisstationatthedoor.“Everything’sjustasit
shouldbe.ButIcheckedthecomputerinDaddy’sofficehere,andIthinksomeonewasonthere,too.Itdoesn’tlookliketheytookanything,butthereweresearchesonitwhenIknownoonewashome.”
“Okay.Whydon’tyousitdownaminute?”
“I’vegottogetdinnergoing.Callieneedstoeat.”
“Howaboutabeer?”Sheshookherhead,then
sighed.“Iwouldn’tmindaglassofwine.Mynervesareshot.Ican’tbegintosayhowtiredIamofmynervesbeingshot.”
“Itdoesn’tshow.Thiswork?”Hepickedupabottleofredfromthecounterwithablueglassstopper.
“Itwould.”“I’llgetit.”Hereachedupfora
wineglasswhileshedugoutpotatoesforpeeling.
“Somethingmorepersonal,yousaid.”Sheletthehomeytasksootheher,triedtothinkobjectively.“MyfirstthoughtgoestoMelody,butIhonestlycan’tseeherthinkingofsomethinglikethis.It’stoocomplicated.”
“NotMelody.Shegoesforviolenceorvandalism.”
Shepeeledapotato,quickly.“You’rethinkingofthemurder,butthat’s
violence.That’sasviolentasitgets.”
“I’mthinkingconnections,andhowonethingfitswithanother.”
“Richard.”Herhandsstilledbrieflyasshelookedup.“Richard’sbeentherootofaboutallthetroubleI’vehad,andthetroubleyou’vehadcomesthroughme.”
“Notthroughyou,Red.”“Throughme,”she
corrected.“I’mnottaking
blame.IspenttoomuchtimetakingblameforthingsIdidn’tdo,thingsIcouldn’tstop,butfactsarefacts.Connections,”sherepeated,andstartedonthenextpotato.
“Okay.Ifwelookatconnections—”Griffbrokeoffasheheardthefrontdooropen.“That’llbeForrest.Let’sleaveittotheprofessional.”
“Icouldn’tbehappiertodojustthat.”
Forrestwalkedin,tookabeerfromthefridge.“Spellitoutforme.”
“Somebodygottomykeys,andusedthemtogetintothehouse,thenintomylaptopliketheydidGriff’s.Ican’tfindanythingelsetaken,andIkeepsomecashmoney,justalittle,inmytopdrawer.”
“Whichisthefirstplaceaburglar’sgoingtolook.Moveit.Tamponboxisapretty
safeplace.”“I’llkeepthatinmind,but
heobviouslywasn’taftercashorvaluables.”
“Information’svaluable.Wherewereyourkeys?”
“Inmypurse.”“Comeon,Shelby,don’t
beajerkaboutit.”“Allright,allright.”She
drewinabreath,pickedupthewine.Settleddownabit,shewentbacktopeelingassherelatedthekeyhunt.
“IknowIhadthemwhenIgottorehearsal.Itookthemoutoftheignition.IusedthekeyDerrickgaveme,becauseIcanrehearseearlysometimes,beforeanyonegetsin.That’swhatIdidtoday.Iwasinandoutbeforeanyonecamein,soIusedthemtolockupagainwhenIleft,puttheminthesidepocketofmypurse,likealways.Ialwaysputthemthere.I’mnotcareless.”
“Neverwere.She’salwaysbeenanorganizedsoul,”ForrestsaidtoGriff.“Youmaynotgettherhymeorreasonwhysheputssomethingwheresheputsit,butsheknowswheresheputit.”
“Savestime.Iwentintothesalon,andIputmypursebehindthecounter.Nobodywouldgoaftermykeyswhoworksthere,Forrest.Iknowallthegirlsthere,andmostof
thecustomersnow.Imean,theregulars.Wegettouristsandsuch,butitwouldbenexttoimpossibleforoneofthemtogobehindthecounter,diginmypurse,comeupwithmykeyswithoutsomebodynoticing.Weweren’tallthatbusytoday.”
“Soitstayedthere,behindthecounter,untilyougotitbackouttogohome,andcouldn’tfindthekeys?”
“Yes.Imean,no.Itookit
withmetogetthelunchorders.SoIhaditwithmewhenIwenttoSidandSadie,thentothePizzateria,wheretheysomehowendedupunderthefrontcounter.IjustfiguredI’ddroppedthemoutsomehow.”
“Whichiswhatyouweresupposedtothink,andwouldhavekeptthinkingifourhonorarydeputywasn’tontheball.”
“Itwasn’thardtofigureit
out,”Griffputin.“Iwouldn’thave,”Shelby
corrected.“Iwouldn’thavegivenitanotherthought.”
“Didyoubumpintoanybody,getbumpedinto,whileyouwerepickinguptheorders?”Forrestaskedher.
“No.”Browfurrowed,shetookherselfbackthroughtheroute,asshehadoverandoveragainwhileshe’dsearchedforthekeys.
“Ihitthelunchplacesjustaftertherush,becauseJolenecameintoapologize,andthattooksometime.Iguesssomebodycould’vegottentheirhandinmybag,butitseemslikeI’d’veknownit.Ididnearlybumpintosomebody,”sheremembered.“IwashurryingbackbecauseIwasrunningbehind,andnearlybumpedintothismanlookingforthebestrouteupRendezvousTrail.”
“Mmm-hmm.Heaskedyouaboutthat,askedfordirections?”
“Yes.Hewasvisitingtheareaandwanted...”Sheshuthereyes.“OhmyGod,I’manidiot.Yes,heaskedmefordirections,andIshowedhimonhismap,andIhadmyhandsfullwiththelunchbags.Iwentrightinafter,setdowntheorders,putmypurseaway,thenwentaroundhandingthemout.It’s
theonlytimesomebodycould’vegotteninmypurse.Whenitwashangingrightonmyowndamnshoulder.”
“Whatdidhelooklike?”Griffdemanded,thenglancedatForrest.“Sorry.”
“Noneed.That’sthenextquestion.”
“Hewastall.Ihadtolookup.Ah...givemeasecond.”Shecartedthepotatoestothesink,washedthemoff,laidthemonthecuttingboardto
quarterthem.“White,maybeearlyforties.Hehadsunglasseson.SodidI—itwasabrightday.Hehadonabaseballcap.”
“Color?Logo?”“Ithinkitwastan.Idon’t
rememberifithadalogooranything.Hehaddarkhair—notblack,butdarkbrown,longish.Kindofcurledupoverhisears.Alittlegrayinthemustacheandbeard.Verytrim,shortbeard.He
looked...likeacollegeprofessorwhoplayedfootball.”
“Bigguy,then?”“Yeah.Big,solidbuild.
Notfatorflabby.”Sheputthepotatoesontoboil.
Nodding,Forresttookouthisphone,scrolledthrough.“Howaboutthis?”
Shelookedatthephone,andthephotoofJamesHarlow.“No,hewasalittleolderthanthis.”
“Grayinthebeard?”“That,and...Hehadthat
professorlooktohim.”“Takeanotherlook,tryto
seehimwiththebeard,thelongerhair.DoaWoolyWilly.”
“Iusedtohaveoneofthose,”Griffcommented,andstudiedtheimageoverShelby’sshoulder.
“Ijustdon’t...Hehadthickereyebrows—darklikehishair,and...OhGod,I
amanidiot.”“I’mhappytocallmy
sisteranidiotatanytime.It’spartofmyjob,butyou’renotonthis.”
“Iwasstandingonthesidewalk,talkingtoJimmyHarlow,closeasIamtoyounow,andIdidn’teventhink,neverhadatwingeaboutit.Evenwhenhewasstealingthekeysoutofmypurse.”
“It’swhathedoes,”Forrestremindedher.“He
changedhisappearance,andhecaughtyouwhenyouweredistracted,askedacommontypeofquestion.Gotyougoingoverthemapsohecouldpickyourpocket,andwhenhewasdonewiththekeys,hemadesureyou’dfindtheminalogicalplace.You’dhaveputitdowntorushandaccident,andnevercheckedyourlaptop.”
“Whatwasheafter?What’shelookingfor?”
ForrestcockedabrowatGriff.“Whatdoyouthink,son?”
“Ithinkhewaslookingtoseeifbetweenuswe’vegotmillionsofdollarstuckedaway,orknowwheretofindit.”
“Whyyou?”Shelbydemanded.“Iunderstandwhyhe’dthinkImightknow.EvenbelieveIhadtoknow.”
“We’vebeenspendingalotoftimetogethersinceyou
gotback.”“Iknowyou’resleeping
withmysister,”Forrestcommented.“Youreuphemismsarewastedonme.YoumovebacktotheRidge,andprettyquickyouhookupwiththisone,”hesaidtoShelby,“whorelocatedherenotthatmanymonthsago.Aperson,especiallyonewholivesonthegrift,isboundtowonderifthetwoofyoudon’tgo
backawaysfurther.”“HekilledMelinda
Warren,soit’sjusthimnow.”Griffconsidered.“He’dgetitall,buthehastofindthejewelry,thestampsfirst.You’rehisonlylinktoit,Red.”
“Idon’tknowwhereitis,orifRichardsolditandblewthemoney,burieditorputitinsomeSwissbankaccount.AndthisJimmyHarlowwouldn’tfindanything
otherwiseonmycomputer.Oryours,Griffin.”
“Wecanhopethat’llbeenoughforhim,”Forrestsaid,“butwe’renotgoingtocountonit.I’mgoingtocontactthesheriff,runallthisbyhim.What’sforsupper?”
“Ham,mashedpotatoes,butterbeans.”
“Soundsgood.Thatyourdogoutthere,Griff?ThepupyougotfromRachelBelloveryourway?”
“Yeah.Snickers.”“He’sstartingtodiginmy
mama’sdelphiniums.She’llskinyoubothforit.”
“Ohshit.”Griffbulletedoutside,callingforthedog.
Forrestgrinned,leanedbackonthecounter.“Idon’tmuchlikethinkingaboutmysisterhavingsex.”
“ThenIadviseyounottothinkaboutit.”
“Doingmybestnotto.Somepeople,”hecontinued,
“ittakesyouawhiletowarmupto,thenmaybeyoumakeafriendship,ormaybeyoudon’t.Otherpeople,somethingjustclicks,almostlikeyouthink,Hey,Irememberyou.Fromwhere,whothehellknows,butthere’sthatclick.YouknowwhatI’msaying?”
“IguessIdo.”“WithGriff,something
clicked.TookalittlewhilewithMatt,butIthinkwe’d
havegottenaroundtoit.ItwasGriffwhoshortenedthetimeittook.”
Takinghisphoneoffhisbelt,Forrestkeyedinanumber.“WhatI’msayingis,he’safriend,andagoodone,andknowingthekindofmanheis,I’maddingonhe’salotmorewhatyoudeservethanthelastone.
“Yeah,Sheriff,hopeI’mnotdisturbingyoursupper,”Forrestbegan,andwandered
awayashemadehisreport.
•••
AFTERDINNER,whichturnedoutjustfinedespitethefactthathermindhadn’tbeenonthecooking,sheshooedGriffoutwithCallietochasethelightningbugs.Theearlyonesblinkedtheiryellowlightsagainstthedark,settingthestageforthemultitudeswho’dlightupthehillsand
forestsinJune.Summerwassurelyonthe
way,andthesnow-cakedwinteroftheNorthfadeduntilitbecamedistantandalmostotherworldly.Somethingovernearlyassoonasitbegan.
Shethoughthowmuchshewantedittobeover,butdespitelightningbugs,asweetfairygarden,thedeepeninggreenofthehills,somethingcoldhadfollowed
herhome.Herlittlegirlmightbedancingwiththelightsoutintheyard,safeundertheeyeofthemanshewas...involvedwith.Herbrotherwouldbeoffnow,lookingintothatsomethingcold.Soitwashere,ashadowdoggingher,andshecouldn’tpretendotherwise.
Shehadrunofflookingforadventure,love,anexcitingfuture,andhadcomehomedisillusionedandriddledwith
debt.Buttherewasmore,andworse,andshe’dhavetofacethatdown,too.
Shewishedshehadthedamnmillions.She’dwrapthemupinshinypaper,tiethemwithabowandhandthemovertothisJimmyHarlowwithoutasingleregret.
Justgoaway,shethought.JustleavemetotakeagoodholdonthelifeIcanseehavingnow.
Shecouldn’tthinkwhatRichardhaddonewithallthosejewelsandstamps,orthemoneyhe’dgottenfromthemifheliquidatedthem.Howcouldsheknowwhenshe’dneverknownhim?He’dwornadisguisethroughouttheirmarriagejustastrulyasJimmyHarlowhadwornonethatafternoon.
She’dneverseenthroughit.Maybeashadow,ashapenowandthen,butneverthe
wholeman.SheknewwhatRichard
hadseennowwhenhe’dlookedather.Adupe—amark,that’swhattheycalledpeoplelikeher.Somethinguseful,maybevaluableforatime,andonceused,oncethevaluehadbeenmined,somethingcarelesslydiscarded.
Shewasworkingherwayoutofdebt,wasn’tshe?She’dtakencontrol,taken
action.She’dfigureoutawaytotakecontrol,totakeactioninwhatwashappeningnow.
Shewouldn’tliveherlifebeinghauntedbytheactionsofamanwho’dusedher,who’dliedtoher,who’dbeenastrangertoher.
Sheputawaythelastofthedishes,decided,hellyes,she’dhaveanotherglassofwine.She’dletCalliehavealittlelongerbeforebathandbed,alittlelongertodance
withthelights.Andtomorrowshe’dstartworkingonawaytoclearherlifeofthepast,allofit,onceandforall.
Shepouredthewine,startedforthedoorwhenherphonesignaled.
Shepulleditout,checkedthetextfromEmmaKate.I’mgettingmarried!Holy
crap!Didn’tknowIwantedtountilheasked.I’vegotaringonmyfinger,andI’m
crazyhappy.Ineedtotalktoyoutomorrow—toobusynow.SendingthisfromthebathroombeforeIgetbusyagain.OMGandWTF!I’mgettingmarried.Gottago.
Shelbyreaditasecondtime,felthersmilegettingbigger,brighter.Herbestfriendwasdancinginthelight,too.Sohappyforyou!she
textedback.Crazyhappyforyou.Staybusy—Icanbe
jealousthereasIdon’tknowthenexttimeI’llbeabletogetbusy.We’lltalktomorrow.Iwanteverydetail.Iloveyou—tellMatthe’stheluckiestmanintheworld.
Shesentthetext,thensteppedouttodoalittledancingofherown.
S22
hemetEmmaKateattheparksoshecouldletCallieandJackson
play.“Docgavemeanhour,
blesshisheart.HeknewhowmuchIwantedtotalktoyou.
Look!”EmmaKateshotouther
hand,andtheprincess-cutdiamondwinkedinthesun.
“It’sbeautiful.It’sperfect.”
“Hegotchannelset—seehowit’ssetinsome,insteadofpokingout?”
“Yes.Ijustloveit,EmmaKate.”
“HesaidhedidthatsoIwouldn’tgetitcaughtonthings,workingwithpatients.
Ilovethathethoughtofthat.Andhegotmyexactsize,too.Hemadeatemplatefromoneofmyrings—thatwasGriff’sidea.”
“IgotalittleofthatwhenItoldGriffafterIgotyourtext.Henevergavemethetiniesthintthathe’dgonewithMatttobuyyouaring.”
“MattsaysGriff’savaultwhenyouaskhimtobe.”
“Iwanttohearallofit.Oops,wait.”Shehurriedover
toJackson,who’dtakenalittlespill.Aftershebrushedhimoff,kissedhisknee,shedugoutoneofthetrucksinherbagsohecouldrollitaroundinthesandbox.
“He’lldoallrightforawhile.Callielikestobosshimaroundsome,butthat’sthewayitiswhenyou’retheoldest.”
“Wetalkedaboutkids,havingthem.Wewanttowaitalittle,butinanotheryearor
two...God,married,kids.”Laughing,shepressedbothhandstoherheart,bumpedhershouldersupanddown.“Ican’tbelieveit.”
“Youwantit.”“WithMatt,Ido.
Yesterdayhetextedmehowhehadtoworkalittlelate,buthe’dstopandgetdinnertobringhome.Hebroughtwine,too,andflowers.IguessIshould’veknownsomethingwascoming,butit
wasjustnicenothavingtothinkabouteitherofuscookinganything,andhavinganicebottleofwine,andflowersonthetable.I’mbabblingonaboutneedingtogetintothesalon,dosomethingwithmyhair,andhesayshowI’mbeautiful.Howeverythingaboutmeisbeautiful.
“Ifiguredhejustwantedtogetlucky.”
“EmmaKate.”
“It’snotlikehenevertellsme,butitwastheway.I’mthinking,Ihadsuchalongday,butitwassonicenottohavetothinkaboutfixinganything,andIfeltgood,afteracoupleglassesofwine.Somaybewe’dbothgetlucky.”
Pressingherhandtoherheartagain,shesighed.“Thatsurelyhappened,butbefore...Before,hereachedoverformyhand,andhejust
lookedatme.Iswear,Shelby,we’vebeentogetherfornearlythreeyearsnow,butmyheartskippedabeat.Itreallydid,anditskippedanotherwhenhesaidhowhelovesme.HowImakeeverythinginhislifemakesense,andbeingwithme,havingalifewithme,isallhewants.
“Heactuallygotdownononeknee.”
“That’ssosweet.Emma
Kate,yougotastorybook.”“Itfeelslikeitrightnow,
andIneverexpectedit,andneverthoughtI’dfeelthewayIdidwhenhetookoutthatring.”
“Tellmewhathesaid.Howdidheask?”
“Hesaid—hesaidjustthis:‘Marryme,EmmaKate.Spendyourlifewithme.’”EmmaKate’seyesfilled;hervoicebroke.“‘Buildalifewithme.’”
“Oh.”Shelbypulledouttissuesforbothofthem.“That’sjustright.”
“Iknow.Justright.SoIsaidyes.Yes,I’llmarryyou.Yes,I’llspendmylifewithyou.Yes,I’llbuildalifewithyou.Andheputtheringon,anditfit.IstartedcryingIwassohappy,likerightnow.”
Shesighed,laidherheadonShelby’sshoulder.“Iwantedtotalktoyoulast
night,but—”“Youwerebusy.”“Really,reallybusy.”Calliewalkedup,patted
EmmaKate’swetcheekswithbothhands.“Happytears?”
“Yes,theyare,darling.Happy,happytears.I’mgoingtomarryMatt,anditmakesmereallyhappy.”
“I’mgoingtomarryGriff.”
“Areyou?”
“Uh-huh.Ilovehim.”“Iknowjusthowyou
feel.”Swayingsidetoside,shecuddledCallie.“Justexactlyhow.Youknowwhat,Callie?Ithinkyoushouldbemyflowergirl.”
Callie’seyespoppedwide.Inareverentwhisper,shesaid,“Mama!”
Afraidshe’dstarttearingupagain,ShelbypoppedJacksonandhissandytruckontoherlap.“Mygoodness,
Callie,that’ssuchanhonor.You’veneverbeenaflowergirl.”
“I’veneverbeenabride,soit’sperfect,”EmmaKatedecided.
“CanIgetanewdressandsparklyshoes?”
“We’rebothgoingtogetanewdressandsparklyshoes.Andyourmama,too.You’llbemymaidofhonor,won’tyou,Shelby?”
“YouknowIwill.”
Beyondhappy,ShelbythrewherarmsaroundEmmaKate,sandwichedthekidsbetweenthem.“YouknowIwill.AndI’mgoingtogiveyouthebestbridalshowereverseenintheentirestateofTennessee—justlikeweplannedwhenweweregirls.Haveyoupickedadate?”
“Ifmymamahadherwayitwouldbetomorrow,ortwoyearsfromtomorrowsoshecouldfussmeintoinsanity
whileshedevisesaschemetoholdtheweddinginthegovernor’smansion,attheveryleast.”
“You’reheronlygirl.”Asshewasherownmother’s,Shelbythoughtwithapang.“Amother’sboundtobeexcitedoverheronlygirl’swedding.”
“Mamawasbornexcited.She’salreadytalkingdressesandcolorsandvenuesandguestlists.MattandItalked
abouthavingasmall,civilizedweddinginthefall,butnowthatMama’sgotthebitbetweenherteeth,we’vesurrenderedtoabigwedding,andnextApril.SoI’llbeaspringbride.”
“Whatcouldbeprettier?Oh,let’shaveanengagementparty,EmmaKate.Everybodylikesaparty.”
“Iwannaparty,”Calliechimedin.
“Ofcourseyoudo.You
wantaparty,right,Jackson?”“Igetpresents?”“It’snotapartywithout
presents.”“Mama’saheadofyou.I
couldn’tholdhertoabackyardbarbecue.Shewantsadress-upparty,soshe’salreadywranglingtousethehotel.I’mlettingherhaveherwaybecauseI’mgettingmineoneverythingelse.I’mfirmonit.AndI’mcountingonyoutohelpme
reinherin.”“I’myourgirl.Howabout
wegivey’allapushontheswings?”sheaskedthekids.
“Iwanttogohigh!”Calliemadeabeelinefortheswing.
“Nopointinswingingunlessyougohigh.”ShelbyheftedJacksonontoherhip.“We’llgivethemapush,bride-to-be,andwecantalkweddingdresses.”
“Oneofmycurrentfavoritesubjects.”
•••
SHELBYDIDN’TTELLEmmaKateaboutthekeys,thelaptop.Shewouldn’tspoilthebrightnessofthemoment.Butshegnawedonit.
Onceshehadthekidsfedanddownforanap—sayhallelujah—shesatdownwithherlaptop.Businessfirst,sheorderedherself,meticulouslypaidbills,adjustedherspreadsheet,
calculatedhowcloseshe’dcometopayingoffthenextcreditcard.
Considerabletogoonthatyet.
Thesalesfromtheconsignmentshophadstartedtodwindle—notunexpected—andsheremindedherselfjusthowbigaholethey’dhelpedfillin.
Andshetriednottothinkjusthowmortifyingitwastoknowsomestrangerhad
copiedallhertroubles—thee-mails,thelawyerandtaxcorrespondence,thespreadsheet,thepainfulchippingawayatbills.
Couldn’tletitmatter,shetoldherself.She’dthinkoftheupsidethere.PoringoverherpersonalmiseriesoughttotellJimmyHarlowifshehadaccesstomillions,shewouldn’tbesqueezingoutnickelsanddimestopayoffdebt.
He’dgoaway,wouldn’the?Surelyheknewheriskedcaptureandbeingtossedbackinprisonifhestayedtooclose.
Butthen,millionsofdollarsmadeashinyincentive.
Paybackmadeadarkerone.Sheunderstoodthat.She’dfeltthatuglytugherselfoverthepastmonths.
Takeaction,shethought,andbegantomakealist.
Sheculledthroughpicturesshekeptinafile.WouldHarlowdothesame?WashestudyingheryearswithRichardthroughherphotographs?Andwhyhadn’tshedeletedthem—thoseimagesofRichard,ofthetwoofthem,inParis,inTrinidad,inNewYorkandMadrid?Allthoseplaces.
Allthoseplaces,shethoughtagain.
Hadhetakentheproperty
he’dstolen,stasheditonthosetravelswithher?Anotherbankbox,anairportlocker,holdingontoitorsellingitoffapieceatatime?
Shehadthephotographstotellherwherethey’dgone,whenthey’dgone.
ThenAtlanta,wherethey’dsettled.Orshehad,shethoughtnow.He’dstillhadallthose“businesstrips.”Andshe’dpackedthebabyupfromtimetotimewhenhe
insistedtheyflyoffsomewhereforaholiday.
“WheredidhegowhenIwasn’twithhim?”shewondered.“Andwhydidhetakeawifeandbabyhehadnorealinterestinalongothertimes?”
Shegotup,walkedaroundthekitchen,openedthedoorforair,walkedaroundagain.
Ascover,ofcourse.That’sallthey’deverbeentohim.Justanotherdisguise.How
muchhadhescammedorstolenonthosetripswithherandCallie?Shecouldbarelythinkofit.
Butshewouldthinkofit.Shesatagain,usingthe
photographstoaddtoherlist.Triedtoputherselfbackintime,inthoseplaces.ButGod,sometimesshe’dbeensotired,sostressed,tryingtodealwithaninfantinastrangeplace,aplacewhereshedidn’tknowthelanguage
orthegeography.Sheporedoverwhatshe
had,makingnotes,tryingtorememberpeoplehe’dintroducedherto,orhadherarrangecocktailpartiesfor.Wealthypeople,shethoughtnow.Butthen,she’dthoughttheywerewealthy.
Hadtheybeenmarks?Hadtheybeenassociates?
Likelysomeofboth.Shejumpedupwhenshe
heardfootstepsand,heart
pounding,swungaroundtopullthechef’sknifefromtheblock.
“Shelby?ShelbyAnne?”“Mama.”Onanunsteady
breath,sheshovedtheknifebackintheblock,putonasmileashermotherwalkedin.
“Thereyouare.Wherearemybabies?”
“They’renapping,afteraharddayatthepark.They’llbeupsoon,though,probably
wantingasnack.”“I’mgoingtotakecareof
that.Lookhere,IgotnewpictureswhenIwentintothehospitaltoseethebabythismorning.”Shetookoutherphone,cuddledclosetoShelbyastheyscrolledthrough.“He’sjusthandsomeasaprince.Gothisdaddy’schin,youseethat?IwentbyClay’sandmadesureeverything’sasitshouldbe,becausethey’relettingGilly
bringBeauhometomorrow.”“That’swonderful.She’ll
lovebeinghomewithJacksonandthebaby.”
“She’dwalkoutoftherenowifwe’dlether,butshe’ssettledfortomorrow.IfoundthecuteststuffedhounddogandputitinBeau’scrib,gotsomenicefreshflowersforthebedroomforGilly.Thatnursery’sassweetasanicecreamcone.AndIgottwofacialsinatthesalon.Later
onI’mgoingtomakeupsomespaghetti—Gillyfavorsmyspaghetti—andgetitovertheresonobodyhastothinkaboutdinnertomorrow.”
“You’renotjustthebestmama,you’rethebestmama-in-law.”
“Gilly’soneofthelightsofmylife.RightnowI’mgoingtospendtherestofthedaywithmytwoothergrandbabies.Andyougoon,goonoutanddosomething
fun.”“Mama,you’vedriven
overtoGatlinburgandbackIdon’tknowhowmanytimesthelasttwodays,fussedoveratClay’s,andplantocookthemamealsotheydon’thaveto.Andyouwentintowork.”
“That’sright.”Allbutsparklingwithjoy,AdaMaegotthepitcherofteafromthefridge.“AndnowI’mgoingtoenjoytherestofmyday.
Oh,Ialsowentshopping.Igotthesweetestlittlebabyclothesforthatboy.AndpickedupabigbrothertoyforJackson,andalittlesomethingforCallie.”
“ThebestGamma,too.Mama,youspoilthemall.”
“Idoafinejobofit.”Shepouredtwoglassesofteaoverice,snippedsomemintfromthepotonherwindowsill.“Idon’tknowwhenI’veeverfeltsogood.
Nothinglikeabrand-newbaby.AndI’vegotamastersuitestraightoutofamagazine.IswearI’d’vesleptinthatbigtublastnightifIcould.I’vegotmyownbabygirlandhershomewithme.Mychicksarehappyandhome,myhusbandstilltakesmeondates.I’vegoteverythingIcouldwant.”
ShehandedShelbyaglass,kissedhercheek.“Nowyougogetyours.”
“Getmywhat?”“Youreverything.I’dstart
thatoffbyaskingthatcleverandhandsomeyoungmanoutonadate.ThenI’dgobuymyselfsomethingprettytowearonit.”
Shelbythoughtofherspreadsheet.“I’vegotplentytowear.”
“Somethingnewnowandthenperksagirlup.Youworkhard,Shelby.Iknowyou’vegotbills,andIknow
you’vebeensittingthereatthatcomputerworryingaboutthem.Iraisedyoutobesmartandresponsible,butI’mtellingyou—”AdaMaefistedherhandsonherhips,justasherownmotherwaswonttodo.“Yourmama’stellingyoutogooutandbuyyourselfanewdress.Somethingyou’rebuyingyourselfwithmoneyyouearned.Seeifthatdoesn’tliftyouupsome.Andthenlet
Griffliftyoualittlemore.I’mgoingtohaveSuzannahbringChelseaoverlater,andthosegirlsarehavingthemselvesaslumberpartyheretonight.Youdothesame.”
“Ishouldhaveaslumberparty?”
Afterahootinglaugh,AdaMaedranksometea.“That’swhatwe’llcallitinpolitecompany.Goon,buyadress,goovertothesalonandget
prettiedup,andgotakeGriffin’sbreathaway.”
“YouknowIloveyou,Mama.”
“You’dbetter.”“ButIdon’tthinkItell
youoftenenoughwhatawonderfulwomanyouare.EvenbeyondMama,Mama-in-lawandGamma.”
“Now,that’sjustputthesprinklesontheicingofthechocolatecupcakeofmyday.”ShegaveShelbya
squeeze.“Letmeputthingsaway.I
wasn’tjustpayingbills,andI’mdoingallrightwiththat,sodon’tworry.Iwastryingtofigurethingsout,Iguess,lookingatpicturesofmytimewithRichard.Tryingtorememberalltheplaceswewent,andwhenandwhy.”
“Yousuredidtravel,sothat’ssomethingyouhavethatcan’tbetakenaway.Ilovedgettingpostcardsor
lettersore-mailsfromyouwhenyouwereinthoseforeignplaces.”
“Idon’tsupposeyousavedanyofthem.”
“Forheaven’ssake,ofcourseIdid.Ihavethemallinabox.”
“Mama,youarewonderful.CanIhavethem?I’llgivethembacktoyouonceI’velookedthrough.”
“Thereontheshelfinmysittingroomcloset.Bluebox
withwhitetulipsonit.It’slabeled.”
“Thankyou,Mama.”Sheaddedanothersqueeze.“Thankyou.”
•••
SHEDIDBUYADRESS,justasimplesummerdressthecoloroftheminthermotheraddedtotea.AndAdaMaewasright.Itgaveherincrediblesatisfactionto
knowsheboughtthedresswithmoneyshe’dearned.
ItonlytookacoupleofquestionstofindoutwhereGriffwasworkingthatday,andshefoundbothhimandMatt,sweatyandstrippedtothewaist(ohmy!),buildingadeckonahousejustoutsidethetownproper.
“Hey.”Griffswipedathisfacewithanalreadydampbandanna.“Don’ttouchme,I’mpastdisgusting.Infact,
yououghttostaydownwind.”“Ihavebrothers,”shesaid
simply,andbenttogreetthehappySnickers.“Congratulations,Matt.Consideryourselfhugged.”
“Thanks.EmmaKatesaidyouguysmetintheparkthismorning,andyou’remaidofhonor.Meetthebestman.”
“Well,BestMan,youandIhavealotofconsultingtodo.Meanwhile,Ihaveafavortoask.”
“Nameit.”Griffgrabbedajug,gulpeddownstraightfromitwhateverwasinside.
“Mama’sgotplansforthechildren,andIhavesome...researchIwanttodo.IwaswonderingifIcoulddoitatyourplace.I’dfixyoudinneraspaymentforthequietspottowork.”
“Sure.Igetthebestofthatdeal.I’vebeenlockingupsince...so...”Heduginhispocketforhiskeys,pulled
oneoffthering.“This’llgetyouin.”
“Ireallyappreciatethis.Matt,thefourofusaregoingtoneedtogettogethersoon.Weddingsrequireconsiderablestrategy.IknowMizBitsy’sleadingthechargeontheengagementparty—”
“Don’tscaremewhenI’mworkingwithpowertools.”
“We’llhandleMizBitsy,”Shelbyassuredhim.“Emma
KateandIhavebeenplanningourweddingssincewewereten.Ofcourse,whatshewantsnowmaynotincludeasilverprincesscarriagepulledbysixwhitehorses.”
“Reallyscaringme.”“But,Ihavethebasics,
andIcanhelpworkMizBitsyaround.”
“Willyouputthatinwriting?”heasked,andtookthejugfromGriff.“Maybein
blood.Idon’tcarewhoseblood.”
“It’sasolemnpromise.ButIneedtohearwhatyouwant,too.I’mawfulgoodatcoordinatingthings.”
“EmmaKatesaidthesame.I’mcountingonyou.”
“Youcan,sowe’llgettogethersoon,allright?”
“Howaboutmyplace,Saturdaynight?”Griffasked.“We’llthrowsomethingonthegrillandstrategize.Ifyou
don’twanttoaskyourparentstowatchLittleRed,bringheralong,”headded,anticipating.“Wecanalwayshangherinacloset,stickherinadrawer.”
“Letmeworkonthat.I’dbettergetgoing,andletyougetbacktowork.PretendIgaveyouanotherhug,Matt.You’vemademyverybestfriendhappierthanI’veeverseenher.SoI’minclinedtoloveyoualot.”
“I’mgettingmarried,”MattsaidwhenShelbyleft.
“That’sright,pal.Holdonaminute.”Hesetdownthenailgunhe’djustpickedup,joggedafterShelby.“Hey.Ididn’tgetapretendhug.”
“No,youdidn’t,butthat’sbecauseI’mgoingtogiveyoualotmorethanthatlater.Nopretending.”
“Ohyeah?”“Ontheinstructionsofmy
mama.”
“Ireallylikeyourmama.”“SodoI.Byenow.”“We’llprobablyknockoff
aroundfour,four-thirty,”hecalledout.
“I’llbethere.”“Nicetoknow,”Griffsaid
quietly,thengrinneddownatSnickers,who’dfollowedhimandhisbootlaces.“Reallynicetoknow.”
•••
SHEWENTBYTHEMARKETFIRST,asshe’ddecidedonwhatshe’dfixfordinnerwhenshe’dseenGriffathisjobsite.
Shesettleddowninhiskitchen,anglingherselfsoshecouldseeoutthosewonderfulglassdoorstotheviewwhenevershelookedup.
Butoncesheopenedhermother’skeepsakeboxandbeganreading,shedidn’t
lookupoften.Shebroketoworkon
dinner,getitintheoven.Andthink.
Itwasoddandfascinatingtoseeherself,toreviewherownperspectivethroughtheprismoftime.Onlyahandfulofyears,really,butalifetimealtogether.
Shecouldseeitnow,thenaiveté,thenearlyblankslateshe’dbeen.Richardhadseenthat,too,anduseditvery
well.Calliehadchangedher—
shecouldreadthat,too,inphotographsandletters.Whatshe’dwritten,howshe’dwrittenit,hadshiftedafterCalliewasborn.
Hadhermotherbeenfooledbythebrighttoneoftheletters,thee-mails,thequicklydashedpostcardsoncethedaughterhadbecomeamotherherself?Shelbydoubtedit.Evennow
shecouldhearthetinnytoneunderthebrightness.
She’dbeensounhappysoquickly,allthefierceself-confidencegradually,carefully,shesawnow,wipedaway.TheonlytruehappinessbrokethroughwhenshewroteofCallie.
No,hermotherwouldn’thavebeenfooled.Hermotherwouldhaveseen,verywell,howshe’dwrittenlessandlessofRichard.
Butinthefirstyearorso,therehadbeenplenty,andminutedetailsofwherethey’dtraveled,thepeopleshemet,thethingsshesaw.
Shecouldfollowherselfeasilyfromherownwords,andbegintosee.
She’dthinkagreatdealmore,shepromisedherself.Shemightneverhavetheanswers,butshe’dfoundabankboxfromakeyinthepocketofajacket.
Soshe’dthinkagreatdealmore.
Shehadthecountersetfordinner,thewineshe’dbought—she’dhavetohopeforgoodtipsonFridaynight—readywhensheheardGriff’struck.
Shegotoutabeer,openeditandwalkedouttomeethim.
Helookedhot,sweatyandallbutediblewhenhesmiledoverather,leanedonhis
truck,tippedhissunglassesdowntolookatheroverthemwhilethedogranincirclesoverthefrontlawn.
“Now,that’swhat’sbeenmissingfromthefrontporch.Abeautifulredheadwithacoldbeer.”
“Ifiguredyou’dbereadyforone.”Shewalkeddownthesteps.“Ihavebrothers.”
“I’mmorethanreadyforone.I’mstillnottouchingyou.MayturnedtoAugust
today.”“Itoftendoes.”“Youshouldbrace
yourselfforafterIgetashower.How’sCalliedoing?”
“Abouttohavehotdogsonthegrillforsupperwithhercousinandherbestfriend,andthat’saftertheywereallstrippeddownsotheycouldrunaroundinthesprinkler.”
“Sprinklersoundspretty
good.Hotdogsdon’tsoundbad.”
“Those’llhavetowaitfornexttime.”
“WhenIhaveabeautifulredheadwithacoldbeerfixingdinner,I’mnotpicky.”
Hewalkedinthehousewithher,withthepuprushingtokeepup.Griffsniffedtheair.“What’scooking?Itsmellsgreat.”
“Meatloafwithbabypotatoesandcarrots.”
“Meatloaf?”Hesniffedagain.“Seriously?”
“It’sawarmdayforit,butamanlymeal.YoulookedlikemeatloafforsupperwhenIsawyoutoday.”
“Ihaven’thadhomemademeatloafsincethelasttimeIwasinBaltimoreandsweet-talkedmymotherintoit.Whydon’tmostwomenappreciatetheloafofmeat?”
“Youjustansweredyourownquestion.I’mjustgoing
togocheckonit.”“I’llgrabthatshower.
Thenbraceyourself,Red.”Amused,stirred,shewent
backtothestove,judgedshe’dtimeditwell.Thenreconsidered.
Self-confidence,shethought.Sherememberedwhatitwasliketobeconfidentandbold.
Sheturnedtheovendownandwentupthebackstairs.
Griffchuggedthecold
beerwhilecoolwaterrainedblissfullydownonhishead.Itfeltlikepoundsofsweatandgrimeslidingaway.Itwasgoingtobeanicedeck,hethought,buthehadn’tbeenreadyforthechangeintheweather.
Springhadcomeinsosoftandbenign,he’dforgottenwhatahot,wethammersummercouldpoundwithintheSmokies.
Andtodayhadbeenjusta
quickpreviewofcomingattractions.
Onceithitfull,heandMattwouldstartearlierintheday,knockoffearlierintheafternoon.Andthatwouldgivehimtimetoworkinsideonhisownprojects.Thenthereweretheplansforthebarandgrilloncethepermitscamethrough.
Then,ofcourse,therewasShelby.Hewantedasmuchtimeashecouldstealwith
her.Evenashethoughtofher,
theglassdooropened.Shestood,herhaircurling
wildlyoverhershoulders,wearingnothingbutaknowingsmile.Withhereyesonhis,shetookthebeeroutofhishand,setitonthecounterbehindher.
“You’regoingtoneedbothhands,”shetoldhim.
“It’sadayofmiracles,”hesaid,andreachedforher.
“It’scool.”Tippingherheadback,shetracedherfingertipsuphisback.“Thewater’scool.”
“Toocool?”“No,it’snice.Andthisis
evenbetter.”Sheroseuptohertoes,fixedhermouthonhis.Andtherewasnothingcoolinthekiss.
Hethoughtitawonderthewaterdidn’tgotosteamthewaysheheatedhisblood.Instantandfierce.Every
sweatyhourhe’dputinthatday,everyrestlesshourofthenighthe’dspentwantingher,worriedforher,spilledaway.
Softskin,eagermouth,greedyhands—inthatmoment,shegavehimeverythingheneeded.
“I’vebeenwantingyousinceIhadyou.”Hecouldn’ttakefastenough.“Goingcrazyjusttotouchyouagain.”
“Igocrazywhenyou
touchme.Don’tstoptouchingme.”
Heatandneedandpleasuremixedtohammerinherheart,toshimmerunderherskin.Themorehegaveher,themoreshewanted,andreveledinherownappetite.
Forhim,justhim,thehardhands,thetough,workingman’sbody.Hismouth,patientanddemandingatonce,madeherheadspin.
Hehikedherupbythehips,bringingherofftheshowerfloor.Thatsurprisingstrength,thehardgripwithrough-palmedhands,combinedtomakeherfeelvulnerable,desirable,powerful.
Eyesonhis,shewrappedherlegsaroundhiswaist,dugherfingersintohisshouldersforpurchase.
Thenshewascryingoutasheplungedintoher.Shocked
andthrilledandquiveringforthenextmadthrust.
Waterstriking,seemingtosizzleandsparkagainsttile.Wetfleshslipping,slidingunderherhands.Andherownbreathlessgasps.
Shefeltweightless,wondrous,clingingtohimashewhippedthembothhigher.Clungstillastheytumbledintotheblissfuldark.
“Holdon,”hemanaged,andgropedtoturnoffthe
water.“Justholdon.”“Mmmm.IfeellikeI
mightsliderightdownthedrain.”
Shesensedmovement,stayedwrappedaroundhimevenwhenhedroppedthembothonthebed.
“Ineedaminute,”hetoldher.
“Takeyourtime.”“Imeantto.Butyouwere
allwetandnaked.I’llgettowelsinaminute.”
“Iboughtanewdress.”“Didyou?”“Yeah,andIwasgoingto
putitonfordinner,thenletyoutakeitoffmeafter.Ididn’ttakemytime,either.”
Theimagebroughtonasmallbutdefinitesurgeoffreshenergy.“Doyoustillhavethedress?”
“Hanginginyourlaundryroom.”
Hetrailedafingerdownherside.“Youcouldgowith
yourplan,andwe’llbothtakeourtime.”
“Ilikethatidea.WhatIdidn’tthinktobringwasahairdryer.Idon’tsupposeyouhaveone.”
“Nope,sorry.”“Well,betweentheshower
andthehumidityandnohairtools,myhair’sgoingtobeasbigasthemoon.Imusthavebandsandclipsinmypurse.”
“Ilikeyourhair.”Shecurledintohim.“Ilike
yours.Ilikehowthesun’sstartingtostreakit.You’dpaygoodmoneyforhighlightslikethatatmygranny’s.”
“Menwhoeatmeatloafdon’thavehighlights.”
Shekissedhisshoulder.“Youdo,andI’mgettingthosetowels,andturningdinnerbackup.”
“Youturneditdown?”Shegavehimtheslow,
flirtatious,under-the-lashes
smileCallieoftendid.“Iwantedyouintheshower,sodinner’sgoingtotakejustalittlelongerthanI’dplanned.”
“Ilikethatyouturneditdown.I’llgetthetowels.”
Herose,walkedbackintothebathroom.“Whatwereyouresearching—orwasthataploytogetmewetandnaked?”
“Itwasn’taploy,justabonus.”Shesmiled,tookthe
towelheoffered.“Griffin,myhair’slikeanotherperson,andthatotherpersonalsoneedsatowel.”
“Right.”Hewentinforanother,andthebeershe’dtakenandsetonthecounter.
“Sowhatwereyouresearching?”
“Oh.”She’dwrappedthefirsttowelaroundherbody,andnowbentfromthewaisttogatherherhairinthesecond.“Youdon’twantto
talkaboutthat.It’salltheotherthings.TheRichardthings.”
“Youdon’twanttotalkaboutit?”
“Ido.”Shestraightened,somehowtuckingpartsofthetowelintothewholeinawaythatfascinatedhim.“Iwanttotalktosomebodyaboutitwho’dhavesomeperspectiveonit.IthoughtI’drunallofitbyForrest,maybetomorrow,eventhoughhe’sprobably
thoughtofhalfofwhatIjustthoughtofalready,but...”
“Putonthenewdress,andwe’lltalkaboutitwhiletheloafofmeatiscooking.”
S23
heturneduptheoven,putonthedress,bandedbackherhair
soitwouldn’texplodeasitdried.
Shejoinedhimonthebackporch,withwine,andjustsat
amoment,lookingoutatthemountainswiththeirsoftpeaksandridgesrollingupintothesky.
“Iwaspayingbillstodaywhenthekidswerenapping,andIthoughtabouthowJimmyHarlow—ithastobehim—wouldbelookingatallmybusiness.Thelawyerstuff,thecreditors,theaccountsI’vekeptofwhatIwasabletosell.Ithoughthowembarrassingthatis,a
strangerpokingaroundinallthat,andtoldmyselfitwasworththeembarrassmentifitmadehimrealizeIdon’thaveanythinghewants.”
“That’sgoodthinking.Smart,positive.”
“ThenIwasthinkingmore.He’dseeallthephotosIhaveonthelaptop.Ikeepthemallinfilesonthere—ItransferredthemfrommyoldoneonceIgotitbackfromtheauthorities.Inevergot
aroundtogoingthroughthemall,deletinganyfrom...fromthetimeIwaswithRichardbecausetherewasjustsomuchelsetodo.Itoccurredtomehe’d—Harlow—he’dseen,especiallyfromthatfirstyearorso,alltheplaceswewent.Hecouldfollowrightalong,likeamap.”
Griffnodded.“Andsocouldyou.”
“Yes!That’swhatI
realized.SocouldI.Griff,IthinkRichardtookmeallthoseplacesforareason—Iunderstandnowheneverdidanythingwithoutanangletoplay.Iwaslikehisdisguise.I—andthenwhenCalliecamealong,we—madehimafamilyman.Whatifhestashedthejewelryorthestamps,orboth,inoneofthoseplaces,orsoldsomeofitoffaswewent?AndIstartedthinkingmore,onceI
startedlookingthroughthepictures,hewasprobablydoinghiswork,too.Onhishoneymoon—orsoIthought—thenwithhispregnantwife.Suchahandydisguise,thepregnantwife.”
“I’mgoingtoagreewithyou,eventhoughIknowithastoburnsome.”
“I’mpasttheburning.Lookingthroughthepictures,thelettersIsenthome,Istartedrememberingwhat
he’dalwayssaytome—atleastforthefirstmonthsoryear.Wheneverweweregoingtomeetsomebody,he’dsay,‘Justbeyourself,Shelby.’Howthatwouldcharmthem.Nottoworry,Ididn’tknowanythingaboutartorwineorfashion,thatsortofthing.Iwasnevernervousaboutmeetingnewpeople,butIstartedtobe.”
“Hemadeyoufeelawkward,and...less.”
“Hedid,andasthe‘beyourself’startedchangingtohowIshouldn’ttrytoimpresswhoeveritwasbecausethey’djustseethroughthat.IguessIdidn’thavealottosay,andthatmadeagooddisguiseforhim.”
Shesippedthewine,setthatpartasidefornow.
“IthoughtmaybeIcouldlookatarticlesonline,matchingthemwiththetimewewereinacertainplace.
Wastherearobbery?Afraud?Evenworse?AndIhadmoretousebecauseMamasavedallmylettersandpostcards.Everyone.SoIcouldreadthrough,remindmyselfwhatwedid,wherewewentinParisorMadrid,whowemet.Iwasfullofdetailsatfirst,sosweptupinitall.”
“Doesanythingstickoutnow,whenyoulookatitfromwhatyouknownow?”
“Acoupleofthings.WhywasheinMemphis?Idon’tbelievehejuststuckapininamap.Buttherehewas,andonlyfourdaysfromwhenherobbedthatwoman—LydiaReddMontville—andshotherson.”
“Fourdaysafter,accordingtothebrunette,hedouble-crossedherandHarlow,ranoffwiththetake.”
“That’sright.Ithinkhemusthavehadthattakewith
him,orhe’dstashedit.Abankbox,maybe.Hehadhisnewidentity,andhehadafatrollofcash.Oritseemedlikeittome.AndthereIwas,justprimedtobedazzledandsweptup.”
“Doyouwantmyangleonthat?”
Shedrewinabreath.“IguessIdo.”
“ThecopswerelookingforJakeBrimley,amanonhisown.Hehadtoknowhis
partnerswouldrathimout.Hedidn’tgointoitwithoutaplaninplace.ThenewID,theseedmoney,achangeinlooks.Butheneededonemorething.Heneededtobeacouple.”
“Ithinkthat’strue.”“Hewouldn’twant
someonelikethebrunette,someonewhocouldplayhisgame.He’dwantinnocence,youth,someonemalleableandtrusting.Andreadytobe
dazzled.”Onthatshecouldonly
nod,letoutalongbreath.“Isurefitthebill,rightdowntotheground.”
“Hewasaprofessionalmanipulator,Shelby.Youdidn’tstandachanceoncehezeroedinonyou.Heendsupwithayoung,strikingredhead,sohe’snotonlynottravelingalone,hehassomeonepeoplenotice.Noticefirst,rememberlast.
Wheredidhetakeyoufirst?”“Hespentfourdaysin
Memphis.I’dnevermetanyonesocharming,andexciting,too,thewayhetalkedaboutallhistravels.Ourgigwasover,andIplannedtocomehomeforaweekorsobeforethenextone.ButwhenhesaidhehadtogotoNewYork,forbusiness,andaskedmetogowithhim,Iwent.”
Sheletoutahalf-laugh.
“Justlikethat.Itwasjustgoingtobeafewdays—anadventure,Ithought.Anditwasthrilling.”
“Whywouldn’titbe?”Griffcountered.
“Weflewonaprivateplane.I’dneverknownanyonewho’dbeenonaprivateplane.”
“Nosecurity,noluggagecheck.Youcantakeanythingyouwantonprivate,right?”
“Ihadn’tthoughtofthat.
Healmostalwaysflewprivate.Atthetimeitwasjustonemorethrill.I’dneverbeenanywherelikeNewYork,andhewassosweetandcharmingand...well,heseemeddazzledbyme.Itwasn’tthemoney,Griff,thoughIcan’tsayIdidn’tlovethathe’dbuymeniceclothesandtakemetorestaurants.Itwasthesparkleofit,allofit.Itwasblinding.”
“Hemadesureofit.”“Evennowit’shardto
believehedidn’tmeanthethingshesaidbackthen.HowIwaswhathadbeenmissingfromhislife.Iwantedtobethat—Iwantedtobewhathadbeenmissingfromhislife.Sowhenheaskedmenottogoback,buttogowithhimtoDallas—morebusiness—Iwent.Ithreweverythingawayandwentwithhim.”
“Anothermajorcity.”
Closinghereyes,shenodded.“Yes.Youseethatpatternalready?Wealwayswenttoabigcity,alwaysstayedforonlyafewdays.Sometimeshe’dgivemeawadofcash,tellmetogooutshoppingbecausehehadmeetings.Thenhe’dcomebackwithflowers—whiteroses.Hesaidhowhelivedontheroadorintheairrightthen,buthowhewasready—nowthathehadme—tosettle
downsomewhere.”“Exactlywhatyou’dwant
tohear.Itwashisbusinesstoreadpeople,tobewhattheywantedorexpected.”
Shesatsilentforamoment,appreciatingthesofteninglight,thewhisperofairinthetrees,thebubbleofthestream.
“IfI’dbuiltamanI’dfallfor,atthatpointinmylife,itwouldhavebeenRichard.Thethingis,Griff,inthose
firstfewweeks,wecrisscrossedthecountry.”
“Coveringhistracks.”“Ithinkso,andIwonder,
didhehaveplacesalongthewaywhereheleftpartofthetakefromthatFloridarobbery?IfhehadabankboxinPhiladelphia,maybehehadothers.MelindaWarrenindicatedthat.Heneverseemedtorunoutofcash,soIthinkmaybehehadthoseboxestopullfrom,orhewas
stealingalongtheway.”“Probablyboth.”Sheshiftedtowardhim,
anglingsotheywereface-to-face.“Ithinkitwasboth.Lookingthroughthepicturesandletters,IrememberedwhenwewereinSt.Louis,andIwokeuptofindhimgone.He’dgooutforwalks—that’swhathesaid.Thinkingtime.Hedidn’tgetbackuntilnearlydawn,andhewasexcited.Justquivering
withit.Weleftthatmorning.HerentedacarandwedrovetoKansasCity.Justaquickstop,hesaid.Hehadabusinessassociatetomeetupwith.AndhepulledthisCartierwatchoutofhispocket,saidhe’dpickedupalittlesomethingforme.Acoupleyearslater,Iwenttoputiton,anditwasgone.Hegotangry,saidI’dbeencarelessandlostit,butIhadn’tbeencareless.
Anyway,IwentontheInternetandIlookedback,matchingupthedates,andfoundthere’dbeenaburglarythatnightinSt.Louis.Jewelryagain,aboutaquarterofamillioninjewelry.Andwatches.”
“StealstheminSt.Louis,fencestheminKansasCity.”
“Iguesshefiguredthewatchwasmycut—forawhile.Therewereothertimes.I’mgoingtoseeifI
canmatchthemuplikeSt.Louis.”
Hereachedover,gaveherarmarub.“What’llthattellyou?”
“IknowIcan’tchangeanyofit.”Shedroppedhergazetoherhands,thoughtofhernotes,herstacksofphotosandpostcards.“Butmaybehedidstealinthoseplaces,andatleastIcangivewhatIknow,orthinkImightknow,tothepolice.ItfeelslikeI’d
bedoingsomething.”“Youaredoing
something.”“RightnowIshouldbe
puttingdinneronthetable.”Sherose.“Iappreciateyoulistening.”
“Whywouldn’tI?”Hewalkedinwithher.“I’vegotalistofmyownstarted.”
“Whatkindoflist?”“Idon’thavethe
informationyoudo.”Heglancedatthememorybox,
thelaptop.“Iwouldn’tmindhavingalookatit.Mine’sprettymuchalistofnames,events,times.Warren,HarlowandBrimley—ashewasknownthen.Miamirobbery,theshooting,thedouble-cross.Youcomenext.Ididn’trealizeitwasonlydaysafterMiami,buthadtofigureitwasn’tlong.”
“It’slikeIwasastailor-madeforhimasIthoughthewasforme.”Sheputthemeat
loafonatrivet,gotouthisonlyplatter.Transferringthemeatandvegetables,sheglancedaroundashe’dgonequiet.
“Whatisit?”“Idon’twanttoupsetyou
morethanallthisalreadydoes,butIdon’tthinkhejustwalkedintotheclubwhereyouwereplayingthatnightanddecided,okay,she’smycover.”
“Whatdoyouthink?”
“Ithinkhespentacoupledayscheckingyouout.You’realooker,Red,andIbetyouwerealookeratnineteen,onstage.Yourname’srightthere,sohecouldlookyouup,askafewquestions.You’resingle,unattached.”
Thoughtfully,shegarnishedtheplatterwithcurlyparsleyandringsofredandgreenpeppers.“Abumpkinfromalittle
mountaintowninTennessee.”
“You’veneverbeenabumpkin.Butthereyouare—young,fresh,inexperienced,butgame.Ittakesgametogetonstage.Hechecksyouout,thenhemovesin,feelsyouout.Bythenhe’sgotagoodsensewhatyou’relike,whatyoulike.Andhemakeshimselfexactlywhatyoulike.”
“WhatifI’dsaidno,no,I
can’tjustrunofftoNewYorkCitywithyou?”
“He’dhavemovedon,foundsomebodywhowould.I’msorry.”
“Noneedtobe.It’sareliefinitswaytofeellikeitwasneverreallyaboutme.Itwasneverreallypersonal.Itmakesitmoreofapuzzletosolve.”
“Okay.Wow,thatlooksgreat.”
Pleased,shesetthe
completedplatterontheeatingcounter.“Mymamawouldtellyoupresentationcounts.Soevenifitdoesn’ttastegood,atleastitlooksgood.Let’shopewehaveboth.Sitdown.I’llserveitup,andyoucantellmewhat’snextonyourlist.”
“Houston,right?”“ItwasHoustonforabout
sixmonths.”“ThenAtlanta,
Philadelphia,thenHilton
Head.YousaidRichardneverdidanythingwithoutareason.WhydidhewantyouandCallietogowithhimtoHiltonHead?”
“Youthinkhemighthavehadsomesortofdealgoingthere,andwe’dhavebeencoveragain.”Sheplatedaheftysliceofmeatloafwithgenerousportionsofpotatoesandcarrots.“OhGod,Griff,whatifitwasn’tanaccident?Whatifthedealwentbad,
andhewaskilled?Dumpedintheocean?”
“You’reprobablynevergoingtoknowtheanswertothatone.HeputoutanSOS,didn’the?”
“Somebodydid,but...Griff,ForrestsaidHarlowescapedaroundChristmas.Richard—thatwasjustacoupledaysafterChristmas.”
“KillingRichardwouldn’tbeasmartwaytogettothemillions.”
“No,you’reright.Buttherecould’vebeenafight,anaccident,andyou’restillright.I’mprobablynevergoingtoknow,atleastunlesstheycatchHarlow.”
Sheputasmallerportiononherplate,sat.“Itprobablyhappenedjustthewaythepolicethink.Helikedtakingrisks.Drivingfast,skiingthefastestslopes,scubadiving,rockclimbing,skydiving.Hewouldn’thaveletasquall
stophim.Butitdid.Whatelse?”
“ThePI.Maybehe’sjustwhatheclaimed,but—”Afterthefirstbiteofmeatloaf,Griffstopped.“Wow.”Sampledanotherbite.“Okay,thatsealsit.I’mkeepingyou.Thismeatloaf’sbetterthanmymom’s—andifyoutellherIsaidthat,I’llswearyou’realiar.”
“I’dneverinsultanotherwoman’smeatloaf.You
reallylikeit?”“AskmeagainafterI’ve
lickedtheplate.”“Mustbethebeer.Inthe
meatloaf.”“There’sbeerinthemeat
loaf?”“Anoldfamilyrecipe.”“Definitelykeepingyou.”
Hestoppedeatinglongenoughtocupahandatthebackofherneck,pullheroverforakiss.
“Ihaven’tmademeatloaf
inyears,soI’mgladitturnedout.”
“Prizewinning.”“Tellmewhatyouthink
aboutthatdetective.”“Right.Ifellintoan
alteredstateduetobeer-lacedmeatloaf.SothePI,hetracksyoutoPhilly,followsyoudownhere.He’seitherdedicatedorhehasanagenda.He’slicensedandallthat,andheswearsthebrunettewasn’thisclient.
Forrestsayshewon’tnametheclient.”
“Ididn’tgetthatmuchoutofForrest.”
Griffshrugged.“Weweretalking.He’salibiedforthenightofthemurder,sothere’snolegitcausetohasslehim.Yet.”
Headcocked,shestabbedabiteofcarrot.“Youknowmore.”
“Bitsandpieces.IknowForrestsaysthewidowand
hersonbothdenyhiringthePI.Theinsurancepaidout,andthey’veputthewholeuglybusinessbehindthem.TheMiamipolicetalkedtothem,anditlookslikethey’realibiedforthemurder,too.”
“You’rejustawellofinformation.”
“He’sworriedaboutyou—Forrest.Mostlyit’snegativeinformation,soIguesshedidn’twanttodumpitonyou.”
“Knowing’sbetterthannot.”
“Nowyouknow.Mostoftherestispurespeculation.WecanspeculateprettyconfidentlyHarlow’sbeenintheRidge.It’snobigleaptospeculatehekilledthebrunette,iffornootherreasonthanwhoelse,andhehadmotivesinceshe’dclaimedheshotthewidow’sson—andmaybehedid—butsincethegunyoufoundin
PhiladelphiainRichard’ssafe-depositboxwastheoneused,it’smorelogicalto—”
“What?Whatdidyousay?ThegunIfound—Richard’sgun?”
Griffdecidedheneededalongdrinkofwine.“Okay,listen,he—Forrest—justgottheinformationonthattoday.TheMiamicopsdidtheballistics,verifiedthegunyoufoundinthebankfiredthebulletthatwoundedthe
son.Ihappenedtorunintohimthisafternoon,andhetoldme.”
“Richard.Richardshotsomeone.”
“Maybe.Maybehejustgrabbedthegunafter,but...logicalspeculation.Hisgun,hisshot.Harlowalwaysdeniedit,andhe’dnevertakenahitonweaponschargesbeforethis.”
“Shelied.ShewasinlovewithRichard—Jaketoher.At
leastinherwayshelovedhim.Shelied,evenafterhebetrayedher.Itwasn’tjustthemoney,thetake,thathadhertrackingmehere.Shewasjealous,angryandjealousthathe’dspentthoseyearswithme.Hadachildwithme.”
“Mostlikely.”Sincehe’dcometothesameconclusion,Griffnodded.“Andmore,alotofpeopleproject.YouknowwhatI’msaying?She
couldn’timagineyoubeingwithhimandbeinguninvolvedintherest.Shewasaliar,acheat,sobyherreasoning,youhadtobethesame.”
“AndJimmyHarlowwouldthinkthat,too.”
“Idon’tknow.”“You’rehedgingback
now,”ShelbysaidwhenGriffwentquiet.“Becauseyou’reworriedallthisupsetsme.”
“Itdoesupsetyou.”
“Itdoes,butIwanttohearwhatyouthink.Idon’tneedtobeprotectedagainstupset,Griffin.I’vegottenthroughworse.Tellmewhatyouthink.”
“Allright.Ithinkit’saprettysurebetHarlowwasn’tinlovewithRichard,sohisthoughtpatternmightbecleareronitthanthebrunette’s.Buthe’sonthelistI’mmaking,inseveralcolumns.I’mguessinghe’s
beenstayingsomewhereclose.NotasfaroutasGatlinburg,likethebrunette.Probablynotthehotel.Oneofthecampgroundsorcabins,oneofthemotels.”
“Sohecanwatchme.”Hepausedaminute,buthe
agreedwithher.Knowingwasbetterthannot.
“Thinkaboutthis.Hedidn’tconfrontyou,getinyourface,makethreatslikethewoman.He’splayinga
longergame,Ithink,sohewantedinformation.Hewantstoknowwhoyouare.It’smorelikelyhe’llcuthislossesoncehedoes.Bettertostayfreethantoberich—especiallywhentherichpartdoesn’tlookpromising.”
“Ihopeyou’reright.”“Playingthatlongergame,
he’dbesmartertotakeagoodlookatalltheinformation,justlikeweare.He’dknowRichardbetter,
anditseemslikehe’dfollowthelinesifhecanconnectthedots.”
JustasGriff’sthoughtsandconclusionshelpedherconnectdots.“WestayedthelongestinAtlanta.Butheplannedtogetout,andfast.Ithinkhehadajobthere,amarkthere,andwantedtopulloutassoonasthatjobwasdone.Ibarelyhadtimetopackoncehetoldme.Hewentonahead.”
“Ididn’tknowthat.HewentnorthwithoutyouandCallie?”
“Abouttendaysbefore.Iwassupposedtopack,andturnoverthekeys.Ithoughtwe’dboughtthatcondoinAtlanta,butwe’drented,soitwasjustturnoverthekeys,andflynorth.Ialmostdidn’t.Ialmostcamehomeinstead,butIthoughtmaybethat’swhatweneeded—thatchange.Maybethatwould
helpsetthingsrightbetweenusagain,andhetalkedabouthowwe’dhaveabigyardforCallie.And...howwe’dhaveanotherchild.”
“Playingyou.”“Iseethatnow.Clear,”
sheadded.“IfoundinhispapershehadavasectomyrightafterCalliewasborn.Hemadesuretherewouldn’tbeanotherchild.”
“I’mgoingtosayI’msorry,becausethathurtyou,
andit’sabeyondcrappythingtodo.But—”
“Forthebest,”shefinished.“IhavetobegratefulIdidn’thaveanotherchildwithhim.Playingmeiswhathedid,allalong,andinthatlightningmovetoPhiladelphiawhenhemusthaveknownIwasthinkingaboutleaving.MakingitsoundlikethebestthingforCallienudgedmeintotryingit,going,wantingtomakeit
work.”“Afreshstart.”“Yes,that’showhemade
itseem.IsaidwestayedlongestinAtlanta,butIdon’tthinkhe’dhaveleftanythingimportantthere.Icansee,lookingback,heplannedtogetoutwellbeforehetoldme,soIthinkhe’dplantotakewhateverhehadstowedawaywithhim.”
Henotedsheonlypretendedtoeatnow,and
wantedtoeraseitall,allthethoughts,thespeculations,thepointsofview.Butthatwasn’twhatshewanted.
“Yousaidhetraveledalot,withoutyou.”
“Moreandmore,especiallyafterwesettledinAtlanta.Ijustwantedtonestabit,findaroutine.Itgotsohedidn’task,justtoldmehehadabusinesstrip.Sometimeshedidn’tbothertotellme.Idon’tknowfor
surewherehewent.Hemayhavetoldmethetruth,hemaynot.ButIknowwhereIwentwithhim,sothat’sastart.”
“Youcoulddumpallthisonthecops.”
“IsupposeIwill,butIwanttoworkmywaythroughitfirst,trytounderstandit.”
“Good.SodoI.”“Why?”“You,”hesaid
immediately.“Callie.Ifyou
don’tgetthat,Ihaven’tbeendoingagoodjob.”
“Youlikefixingthings.”“Ido.Peopleoughttolike
doingwhatthey’regoodat.AndIlikeyourface.Ilikeyourhair.”
Hereachedoutforit,reallywantedtotakeitoutofthebandshe’dpulleditinto.
“Ilikeyourmeatloaf,”headded,polishingoffthelastofitonhisplate.“IliketakingLittleRedonpizza
dates.AndI’msunkwhenshegivesmethatflirtysmile.Soit’smorethanfixingthings,Shelby.You’remorethansomethingtofix.”
Sayingnothing,sherosetocleartheplates.
“I’vegotthose.Youcooked.Youcookedgreat.”
Whilehecleared,sheopenedherlaptop,didasearchforaphoto.“Tellmewhatyouthink.”
Sheturnedthecomputer
around.Withaconsideringfrown,
Griffcrossedback,leanedoverandstudiedthephotoofher.
Takenatoneofthelastfunctionsshe’dattendedinAtlanta,itshowedherandRichardinformaldress.
“Youlookgorgeous,andsad—IthoughtthatthefirsttimeIsawyou.You’resmiling,butthere’snolightinit.Andwhathappenedto
yourhair?Youlookgorgeous,likeIsaid,butnotsomuchlikeShelby.Wherearethecurls?Didyousellthem?”
Shegavehimalonglook,thentippedherheadtohisshoulder.“YouknowwhatIwanttodo?”
“What?”“Iwanttotakeawalk
aroundyourbackyard,watchthesunset,giveyouallsortsofunasked-foradviceabout
whereyoushouldplantthings,andputthatarbor.ThenIwantyoutotakemynewdressoffme.That’llbeeasyasI’mnotwearingathingunderit.”
“Canwedothatfirst?”Shelaughed,shookher
head.“Letmedriveyoualittlecrazyfirst.”
“Alreadythere,”hetoldherasshetookhishandtoleadhimout.
•••
HEFOLLOWEDHERHOMEAGAIN,usedthedrivebackforthinkingtime.AddedtothinkingtimebytakingSnickersonalongpatrol,thenputtingagoodhourintoframingoutaclosetinoneoftheotherdemo’dbedrooms.
Onestepatatime,hetoldhimselfasheputhistoolsaway,cleanedup.
Hetookthenextstepby
sittingdownathiscomputeranddoinghisownsearchforunsolvedburglariesandfraudcasesinAtlantaduringtheyearsShelbyhadlivedthere.
Apuzzletosolve,hethought.Neverdidanythingwithoutareason,Griffremindedhimself.SowhyhadthefuckerpulledupstakesinAtlanta,andsoabruptly?
Itmightbeinterestingtofindout.
•••
WHILEGRIFFRANHISSEARCHES,JimmyHarlowworkedonalaptophe’dliftedfromatradeshowinTampa.Thebusyhotelandhalf-drunkconventioneersinthehotelbarshadbeenprimepicking.
He’dwalkedoutwiththelaptop—fullyloadedandinanicelypaddedtravelbag—justovertwothousandin
cash,twoiPhonesandthekeystoaChevySuburbanhedrovedirectlytoachopshop.
HeboughtanewID—itpaidtohavecontacts—andstoleapiece-of-shitFordhedroveovertheGeorgiabordertoanacquaintancewhoboughtitforfivehundredflat.
Helaylowforawhile,growingabeard,growingouthishair,dyingboth,buildinguphiscashtheold-fashioned
way.Hepickedpockets,pulledsomeminorburglaries,movedon.
HemadehiswaytoAtlanta,takingawindingroute,stayinginfleabagmotels,stealingtheoccasionalcar—askilllearnedandhonedinhisyouth.InasidetriptoNewOrleans,hemuggedandbeatthecrapoutofadrugdealerwhoprocuredforahighschoolintheNinthWard.
Hestronglydisapprovedofsellingdrugstominors.
HealsopickedupasolidToyota4RunneroutsideabarinBatonRouge,whichhedrovetoyetanotherchopshop.
HepaidtohaveitreVINed,repainted,andwiththehelpofanothercontact,forgedthepaperworktomatchhisnewID.
Hewatchedthenewsobsessively,usedthelaptop
toscanforthemanhunt.Hetrimmedhisbeard,
boughteasy,casualclothes—andbroketheminsononeofthemlookednew.Heusedself-tannerreligiouslytoridhimselfofprisonpallor.
Heboughtmaps,evensprangforadecentCanondigitalcamera,andslappedafewstickersonthetruckfromstateparks,asanytouristmightdo.
Heatewhathewanted,
whenhewanted.Sleptwhenhewastired,gotupandgoingwhenhewasn’t.
Everydayoftheyearshe’dspentinprisonhe’ddreamedofjustthat.Freedom.Buthe’ddreamedofwhathe’ddowiththatfreedom.
Hehadnoillusionofhonoramongthieves—he’dbeenonetoolong.Butbetrayalsrequiredpayback.Andpaybackdrovehim.
ItdrovehimtoAtlanta,whereinquiriesintherightears,greaseintherightpalms,gavehiminformation.
Hestolethe.25fromasplit-levelinMarietta,wheresomeidiothaditunsecuredinthenightstand,andtookthe9mmfromadeskdrawerinthehomeoffice.
Kidsinthehouse,too,he’dthoughtatthetimeashe’ddoneasweepofaboy’sroom,agirl’sroom.Hell,he
wassavingliveshere.He’dleftthekidsthe
Xbox,buthadtakentheiPads,anotherlaptop,thecashinthefreezer,adiamondtennisbracelet,diamondstuds,thecashrolledupinthejewelryboxand,becausetheyfit,apairofsturdyhikingboots.
BythetimehearrivedinVillanova,thewomanwho’dhookedupwithJakewasgone.
Hepickedthelockbox,tookhimselfonatour.Jakehaddonerealwellforhimself,andthatburnedbitterinhisthroat.
Hecontactedtherealtorusinghisdropphone,discovereditwasashortsale.Somaybenotsowellafterall.
Hespentafewdaysintheareatogetabettersenseofthings,thenworkedhiswaydowntoTennessee.
He’drentedacabinagoodtenmilesfromRendezvousRidge—athree-month,under-the-tablecashdealwiththeowner.HewasMiloKestleringhere,outofTallahassee,wherehe’dbeenmiddlemanagementforawholesalefoodcompany.Divorced,nokids.
Hehadplentyoffillertohisnewbackgroundifheneededit,butthelandlordhadbeenhappytotakehis
money.Hehadnocontactshere,
andhadtobecareful.MorecarefulwithcopssniffingaroundsinceMelinda’smurder.
Stupidityhadkilledher,inHarlow’sopinion.Maybeprisonhaddulledheredge,buteitherway,shewasn’tafactoranymore.
Theredheadnow,thatwasanothermatter.Buthehadwhathewanted,fornow.
Enoughtokeephimbusy,fornow.
Cutitcloseattheboyfriend’splace,hethought.Pushedit,headmitted.Alwaysbettertogoinanemptyhouse—butthedoorwasunlocked,andthelaptoprightthere.
Still,he’dgottenthedata.He’dtakenariskwalking
rightuptotheredheadonthestreet,buthe’dgottenwhathewantedthere,too.More,
he’dseennorecognitioninhereyeswhenshelookedathim.
Hewouldn’thavefiguredherforJake’stype,butmaybethathadbeenthepoint.
Plentytothinkaboutthere,butfortonight,hehadthenumbersrightinfrontofhim.Hehadpictures,hehade-mails.Hehadlivesspreadoutonthescreen.
He’dfigureoutwhattodo
withthem.He’dfigureoutwhattodo
aboutthem.
T24
hewildrhododendronsburstintobloomalongthe
banksofstreams,flashedandflamedtheirwayuptheslopes.Inthehighcountrythestarryyellowblossomsof
bluebeardlilypeekedoutfromfanningfernsgoingthickandgreen.
ShetookCallieonhikesandhuntstofindthemwhenshecould,orjusttositandlistentothemusicofbluebirdsandjuncos.Once,fromasafedistance,shelethergirlsharethewonderofwatchingabearfishinatumblingstreambeforehelumberedoffintothegreen.
Calliecelebratedher
fourthbirthdayinthebackyardofthehousewherehermotherhadgrownup,withfriendsherownage,withfamily,withpeoplewhocaredabouther.
ForShelbyitwastheshiniestgiftinthepile.
TherewasachocolatecakeshapedlikeacastlewithallthecharactersfromShrekscatteredaroundit,andgames,andgifts,balloonsandstreamers.
“It’sthehappiestbirthdayshe’severhad.”
Violasat,hergreat-grandsoninherarms,andwatchedthekidsplayononeofCallie’streasuredgifts.ASlip’nSlide.
“She’sgettingoldenoughtoknowwhat’swhataboutabirthdaynow.”
“It’smorethanthat,Granny.”
Violanodded.“It’smorethanthat.Doessheeverask
aboutherfather?”“Shedoesn’t.Shehasn’t
saidawordabouthimsincewecamehome.It’slikeshe’sforgottenhim,andIdon’tknowifthat’srightorwrong.”
“She’shappy.She’llhavequestionsoneday,andyou’llhavetoanswerthem,butshe’shappy.ShesurehasaloveaffairgoingonwithGriff.”
Shelbysmiledoverto
whereasoakingwetCallieclungtoGriff’slegs.“Shedoes.”
“Howaboutyou?”“Ican’tdenywe’vegot
somethinggoing,andsincewherewearemakesmehappy,I’mnotthinkingtoomuchwherewe’regoingtoendup.”
“You’velostmostofthesad,worriedlookbehindyoureyes.You’vegotmyeyes—throughme,toAdaMae,to
you,andontoCallie,”Violapointedout.“Don’tthinkIcan’treadthem.”
“I’dsaythesad’sgone,andtheworry’slessened.Areyougoingtogiveupthatbabyandgivesomebodyelseachance?”
ViolalaidakissonBeau’sforehead.“Hereyougo.Sleepinglikeanangelrightthroughallthisnoise.Goaheadandtakehimoutinthesunforafewminutes.Not
toolongnow,butIexpectsomevitaminD’sgoodforhim.”
Itfeltwonderfultohaveababyinherarmsagain,tofeeltheweightandthewarmth,tosmellthedownofhishair.Shelookedoveratherdaughter.Suchabiggirlnow,sproutinglikeaweed.AndtheyearningpulledandtuggedinsideherasBeauwavedahandintheairinhissleep.
WhenClay,nearlyaswetasthekids,walkedover,sheshookherhead.“Don’tyoueventhinkaboutstealingthisbabyfromme.You’retoowettotakehim.Besides,I’vebarelyhadmyturn.”
“IfiguredIwouldn’tgetmuchchancetoholdhimtoday.”
“Hefavorsyou,Clay.”“That’swhatMamasays.”“She’sright.”“I’mafterabeer—Gilly’s
driving.Youwantone?”“I’mstickingwith
lemonadeuntilthisisover.”Stillheputanarmaround
hershoulders,turnedhersotheywalkedtothebigtubholdingthebeer.“Forrestfilledmeinonwhat’sgoingonwithyou.”
“Idon’twantyoutoworryaboutanyofthat.Youhaveanewbabytothinkabout,nottomentionGillyandJackson.”
Hekepthisarmaroundher.Hehadawayofhuggingyouin,andalwayshad,Shelbythought,thatmadeherfeelcherished.“I’vegotplentyofroomformysisterinmythinking-aboutbook.NobodywholookslikethisHarlowcharacter’scomebywork.Ihaven’tseenanybodylikethataroundtheneighborhood.Iknowthepolicearestilllooking—that’swhattheyhavetodo.
Buthe’smostlikelygone.Evenso.”
Hepulledoutabeer,poppedoffthecap.“Youbecareful,Shelby.IfeelbetterknowingGriff’slookingoutforyou.”
Instantlytheshouldershe’dsoothedtightened.“I’vedoneaprettygoodjoblookingoutformyself.”
Afteragulpofbeer,Claytappedafingertohernose—anotherlife-longhabit.
“Don’tgetyournoseoutofjoint.Ilikeknowingyoucantakecareofyourself.IlikeitbetterGriff’slookingoutforyou,too,sothere’snopointgettingpissyaboutit.”
“I’mnotgetting—”Thebabystirred,letoutaplaintivecry.
Clayglancedathiswatch.“Likeclockwork.Feedingtime.”
“I’lltakehimtoGilly.”Shewasn’tpissy,Shelby
thought.Alittleannoyed,yes,andentitledtobe.She’dgottenherselfintoamess,noquestionaboutit,butshe’dalsoputconsiderabletime,effortandcreativityintopullingherselfandherchildoutofthatmess.
Shedidn’twanttobe“lookedafter.”Itslidtooclosetowhatshe’dlethappenbefore.Hadn’tsheallowedRichardto“lookafter”her?Tomakeallthedecisions,run
theshow,leadherwherehewantedhertogo?
Itwouldn’thappenagain.Andshewasgoingtomakedamnsuresheshowedhernowfour-year-olddaughterwhatawomancoulddoifsheworkedhardenough,stoodstraightenough.
Ifshelookedafterherself.
•••
LATER,SHEDEALTwithparty
debris,cartinginleftovers,bagginguptrash.Inthekitchenhermotherandgrandmotherputthekitchentorights.
“I’mmakingupabigbatchoffrozenmargaritas,”AdaMaeannounced.“MamaandIhaveayenforsome.”
“Icouldhaveayenforafrozenmargarita.”
“Forrestandyourdaddywillprobablystickwithbeer.”Whilesheworked,
AdaMaepeeredoutthewindow,nodded.“Lookslikethey’veaboutgottheextrachairsandpicnictablesputaway.Idon’tknowwhatMattandGriffhaveayenfor,butexpectEmmaKatemightjoinourmargaritaparty.Yououghttoaskwhatthey’dliketohave.”
“Iwill.”“Ormaybethefourofyou
wanttogoonoutforawhile.Oh,lookhowsweetGriffis
withCallie.”AdaMaestoppedtobeamoutthewindownow.“He’styingballoonsonherwrists.”
“Shethinksifthere’senoughofthemonher,she’llliftrightofftheground.”
“Andseethere?He’sliftingherup,lettingherpretendshe’sflying.Thatman’sborntobeadaddy.Someare,”shesaidasshegotoutherbigblender.“YourbrotherClay,forone.He’sso
goodwithhisbabies.Iwishtheycould’vestayedawhilelonger,butlittleBeauneededtogohome,andJacksonwasreadytofallasleepstandingup.Callie,now,she’sstillgotenergyenough.”
“Chocolatecake,andtheexcitement.She’llbespinninguntilbedtime.”
“ShesuredoesdoteonGriff,andherightbackonher.Youcantellaman’scharacterbythewayhetreats
childrenandanimals,Isay.You’vegotawinnerthere,Shelby.Onewho’sgoingtolookafteryouright.”
“AdaMae,”Violasaidunderherbreath,castinghereyesheavenwardevenasShelbyspokeup.
“I’mlookingafterme.”“Ofcourseyouare,honey!
Justlookwhatabright,sweetchildyou’veraised,andonyourown,too.Itsureeasesmyworriesseeingyouwith
suchagoodman—fine-looking,too.WemetsomeofhispeoplewhentheycamedowntovisitandhelphimwiththeoldTripplehornplace.Fine,goodpeople.YoushouldgoonoutandaskhimtoSundaydinner.”
Shelby’sheartbegantothrob.SheknewwhatitmeantwhenasouthernwomantalkedaboutlineageandSundaydinners.
“Mama,I’veonlybeen
seeingGriffforacouplemonths.”
“Heputsalightinyou.”Cheerful,oblivious,AdaMaedumpedgenerousscoopsoficeintheblenderwiththetequilaandmargaritamix.“Putsoneinyourbabygirl,too.AndLordknowshelooksatyoulikeyou’rethedoublechocolatecreaminthecandybox.He’sgotaneasywaywithfriendsandfamily,andhashisownbusiness.
Youdon’twanttoletamanlikethatslipaway.”
“Letmehelpyouwiththat,AdaMae,”Violasaid,andhittheswitchontheblendertodrownoutanymorewords.
Shelbydidn’taskhimtoSundaydinner,orsuggesttheygooutwithMattandEmmaKate.Shetoldherselfshewasn’tavoidinghimoverthenextseveraldays—justthatshehadalottoseeto.
Justthatshehadapointtomakethatshecouldseetoherown.
ShedidjustthatwithCallieoffonaplaydatewithanewfriend,andtheafternoonfree.
Shetooktimetoworkonhernextplaylist—circlingbacktothesecondroundofthefifties.Andwiththeraiseshe’dgottentheweekbeforeatbothjobs,sheoptedtofunnelthatextraintoasingle
creditcardpayment.Ifshekeptbeingcareful—
didn’tbuyanymorenewdressesnomatterwhathermamasaid—sheshouldhaveanotherpaidoffbyherownbirthdayinNovember.
Thatwouldbethebestgiftshecouldaskfor.
Attheknockonthefrontdoor,sheclosedthelaptop,wentdowntoanswer.
Griffstoodontheporch,smiledather.“Hey.”
“Heyback.”Shetriedtofightofftheflutterinherbelly,andpolitelysteppedbacktolethimin—steppedbackjustenoughtoavoidahellokiss.
“Yourmotherwantsshelvesinthelaundryroom.”
“Shehasshelvesinthelaundryroom.”
“Shewantsmore.”“ThatsoundslikeMama.
I’llshowyou.”“How’sitgoing?”
“Good.Busy,likeIsaidbefore.Iwasjustworkingonthenextplaylist,anddealingwithpaperwork.Ineverseemtodigoutfromunderpaperwork.Hereyougo.See?Shelves.”
“Uh-huh.”Hesteppedintotheroomoffthekitchen,scannedthesetup.“Decentsize.Notmuchnaturallight.Plentyofshelves,but—She’ddobetterwithcabinetsoverthewasheranddryer.
It’shalfamudroom,isn’tit?”Drawnin,despiteherself,
ontheideaofredesign,shefrownedatthespace.“Iguessyoucouldsayitis.SheandDaddykeeptheirgardeningshoesandsuchinhere,andwinterboots,thatkindofthing.”
“She’ddobettertakingoutthoseshelvesthere,puttinginabenchwithopencubbiesunderitforshoesandboots.Sitdown,takeyourshoesoff.
Sitdown,putyourshoeson.”“It’sabetteruseofit,isn’t
it?She’dprobablylikethatidea.”
“Shelvesoverthat—highenoughyouwouldn’trapyourheadonthem.Alongerfoldingcounterunderthewindow.Ifitweremine,I’dwidenthatwindow,bringinmorelight.Anyway,longercounterwiththesinkonthefarsideinsteadofthemiddle,keepthehangingrodoverit,
butputbasecabinetswithpull-outshelvesunderit.”
Heshrugged.“Orshecouldjustgetopencornershelvesoverthereandbedonewithit.I’lldosomemeasuring.”
“Allright.I’llleaveyoutothat.”
“Dowehaveaproblem?”heaskedashetookhistapemeasureandpenciloutofhistoolbelt,pulledouthisnotebook.
“Aproblem?No.Why?”“Becausethisisthefirst
timeI’veseenyousinceCallie’sbirthdayparty,andyou’rebeingprettycarefultokeepatleastafootawayfromme.”
“I’vejusthadalottoseeto—likeIsaid.”
Hetooksomemeasurements,wrotedownsomefigures.“Don’tbullshitme,Shelby.It’sinsulting.”
“I’mnot.Ireallyhavehad
alottodealwith.”Buthewasright,itwasinsulting.“AndmaybeIneededtotakeabreathalongwithit.That’sall.”
“Okay.”Hewrotedownsomethingelse,thenthosecannygreeneyeslifted,zeroedinonhers.“DidIdosomethingthatfeltlikeIwasputtingpressureonyou?”
“No,youdidn’t—youhaven’t.Ijustneededto...Areyoulookingoutforme,
Griffin?”Hewrotedownmore
numbers,didaquicksketch,thenloweredthepadtolookatheragain.“SureIam.”
“Icanlookaftermyself.”Sinceitwastrue,shedidn’tcarehowsnippyordefensiveitsounded.“Ineedtolookaftermyself.Ican’t—justwon’t—getcaughtupagainsoIletsomebodytakeover.”
Shesawitinhiseyes,theflashoftemper,asurprising
sparkofheat.“Youknow,I’mallabout
accuratemeasurements.Youscrewupthere,youscrewupeverything.IfyouwanttomeasureyourselfbyRichard,bywhatwas,that’syourbaggage,Shelby.Ihopeyouworkthatout.Butifyou’regoingtomeasuremebyhim,that’sgoingtopissmeoff.”
“I’mnot.Exactly.WhatthehellelsedoIhavetomeasurewith?Sixmonths
agoIthoughtIwasmarried.”“Well,youweren’t.”Hesaiditsoflatlyshe
couldn’tsaywhythewordsmadeherwince.
“Anditseemstomeyou’vedoneagoodjobtearingdownthosewalls,startingtobuildthingsinthewayitworksforyounow.Ifthisdoesn’tworkforyou,thisyouandme?That’sgoingtobetoughtotakebecauseI’minlovewithyou.Butbeingin
lovewithyoudoesn’tmeanI’llstandhereandletyoucomparemetothesonofabitchwholiedtoyou,whousedyou,whobrokeyourtrustandyourspirit.Iwon’tstandforthat.AndIwon’tbepushedawaysoyoucanfuckingbreathebecauseI’mlookingoutforyouthesamewayanybodywhogavearat’sasswould.”
Heshovedthemeasuringtapebackinthepocketofhis
toolbelt.“Workoutwhatyouneedtoworkout.I’llgetbacktoyourmother.”
Hewalkedrightbyherandawaybeforeshecouldbegintogatherherself.He’dneverraisedhisvoice—infacthistonehadbeensocalmitchilledher,andshefeltthoroughlythrashed.
Hecouldn’tsaythosethings,couldn’ttalktoherthatway,thenjustleave.He’dstartedafight,that’s
whathe’ddone,andthenleftbeforeshecouldblockortossapunchofherown.
Shedidn’thavetoputupwiththat.
Shemarchedoutofthelaundryroom—andoh,sheintendedtohaveafewchoicewordsforhermamabecauseifthisdidn’tsmackofanAdaMaesetupsoshe’dhavetimealonewithhermama’schoiceofthemanofherdaughter’sdreams,shedidn’tknowAda
MaeDonahuePomeroy.Andshedamnwelldid.Frustratingly,she’dbeen
toosloworGriffhadbeentooquick,becausesheheardhistruckdriveoffbeforeshemadeittothefrontdoor.
Thatwasfine,shetoldherself,pacingbackandforth,thenstompingupthestairs.Thatwaslikelyforthebest.She’djustgetherselfcalmagainbeforeshesaidherpiece.Whateverthat
piecemightbe.Becausehercheeksfelt
hot,shewentintothebathroom,splashedcoolwateronherface.Herbrainstillfelthot,butthatwouldsimmerdown,too.
She’dmadehimseriouslyangry,andshe’dneverseenhimseriouslyangry.
Becausethey’donlybeenseeingeachotheracoupleofmonths,sheremindedherself.She’dbeenrighttoslow
thingsdown;she’dbeenrighttotakeasteportwoback.
Thenshepressedherfaceintothetowel.
He’dsaidhewasinlovewithher.Andthatjustfilledherupandemptiedheroutagain.Itmadeherwanttoshake,itmadeherwanttoweep.Itmadeherwanttoholdontohimasifherlifedependedonit.
Shecouldn’tthinkaboutthatnow,justcouldn’t.She
wastooworkeduptothinkaboutthat.Andhewastoomadtothinkstraightanyway.
She’dgoforawalk,that’swhatshe’ddo.Goforawalkandclearherhothead.Andshe’dtalktoEmmaKate.ShereallyneededtotalktoEmmaKate.
Shestarteddownstairsagain,alittledesperatetogetoutofthehouse.Whenshesawthefrontdooropen,sheallbutran.
“Nowyoulisten,”shebegan,thenstoppeddeadwhenshesawForrest,andthetwoblack-suitedmenbehindhim.
“Somebodygotyourredup,”hesaideasily.Andsincehe’dseenGriff’struckheadingintotownfromthisdirection,hecoulddeducewho’dgottenherredup.
“Iwasjust...goingforawalk.”
“That’sgoingtohaveto
wait.WhatwehavehereistheFBIspecialagentsBoxwoodandLandry.Theyneedaconversation.”
“Oh.Allright.I—”“Couldusesomething
cold,”Forrestcontinued.“Ofcourse.Y’allgoahead
andsitdown.I’llberightback.”
He’dsentherofftogiveherachancetocomposeherself,soshedidherbesttofollowthrough.Ithadtobe
bad,shethoughtwhileshefilledglasseswithiceandtea,addedoutofhabitsprigsofhermother’smint.IthadtobebadtobringtheFBItothehouse.Shesettheglassesonatray,addedthelittlepalebluenapkins,startedtogetoutaplateforthefrostedcookieshermotherservedtounexpectedcompany.
TheFBIwasn’tcompany,shethought,andpickedupthetrayasitwas.
SheheardForresttalking,somethingaboutwhite-waterraftingandhowhisbrotherClaywouldgivethemahellofarideiftheyhadtimeforone.
Thetallagentrosewhenshecamein,tookthetrayfromher.
“Appreciateit,”hesaid,andsheheardGeorgiainhisvoice.
Tall,shenoted,leantothepointofgangly,darkskinand
eyes,anddarkhaircroppedclosetothescalp.
Hesetthetraydown,heldoutahand.“SpecialAgentMartinLandry.MypartnerSpecialAgentRolandBoxwood.Weappreciateyouspeakingwithus.”
“It’saboutRichard.IthastobeaboutRichard.”ShelookedfromLandrytotheotheragent.
Boxwoodhadmoregirth,moremuscle.Hewasaslight
asLandrywasdark,withScandinavianblondhair,blue-iceeyes.
“Sitdown,Shelby.”Forresttookherhand,drewherdownonthecouchwithhim.“OurfederalfriendshereflewinfromAtlantatoday.”
“Atlanta,”shemurmured.“They’vegivenmethego-
aheadtobringyouuptodate.”Hegaveherlegaquickrub.“Isentwhatyouputtogether,whatGriffput
together,whatIputtogether.IboiledthatalldownandsentittothepoliceinMiami,inAtlanta,inPhiladelphia—andsoon.Andastheso-onsmadealotofsending,Isenttheboiled-downtotheFBI.”
“Yousaidyouwere...yousaidthat’swhatyou’ddo.”
“That’sright.Now,theirbosssenttheseagentsdowntotalktoyoudirectly.”
Whenshenodded,Landry
leanedforward.“Ms.Foxworth—”
“Iwasn’tever,Ionlythought...It’sPomeroy.Please.”
“Ms.Pomeroy,yousoldsomewatcheslastFebruary.ToEasterfieldonLiberty,inPhiladelphia.”
“Yes.Richardhadseveralwatches,soI...”Sheclosedhereyes.“Theywerestolen,weren’tthey?Ishould’veknown,Ishould’verealized.
Themanwhohelpedme,atthestore,hewouldn’thaveknown.Hewasjusthelpingme.I’llpaybackthemoney.Idon’t...”Shedidn’thavethemoney.Evenifshewipedoutthesavingsshe’dkept—thehousefund—shedidn’thaveenough.“IfIcouldhavealittletime,I’llpaybackthemoney.”
“Don’tworryaboutthat,Shelby.”
Fiercely,sheshookher
headatForrest.“Hestolethem,andIsoldthem.Iusedthemoney.It’snotright.”
“Thereareotheritems.”Boxwoodspoke.HehadagravellyvoicethatstruckShelbyasthreatening.“Cufflinks,earrings,anantiquehairclip.”
“Ihavethehairclip!Ididn’tthinkitwasworthanything,soIdidn’ttrytosellit.I’llgetit.”
“Justsit,Shelby.”Forrest
pressedahandonherleg.“Justsitfornow.”
“Alloftheseitems—theonesyousoldinPennsylvania,”Boxwoodcontinued,“matchitemsreportedstoleninburglariesintheAtlantaareafromMayof2011toSeptemberof2014.”
“Morethanone,”shesaidsoftly.“Morethanoneburglary.”
“Numerousotheritems
werereportedstolenfromthesecases.We’dlikeyoutolookatphotographs.”
“Yes,I’lllook.Ofcourse.Wedidn’tmovetoAtlantauntilthefallof2011.Wedidn’tlivethereinMay,but...Hetooktrips.Idon’tknow...”
“YoulivedthereinAprilof2012,”Boxwoodadded.
“Yes.Welivedthere.”“Canyoutelluswhereyou
wereonAprilthirteenthof
thatyear?”“I...No.I’msorry,I
don’tknow.Thatwasoverthreeyearsago.”
“Thinkaboutit,”Forrestsaideasily,thoughhishandstayedlightonherthigh.“ThatwasjustacoupledaysbeforeEaster.ItwasGoodFriday.”
“Oh.Easter,andCalliewouldhavebeennearlyayearold.Igotheranoutfit,abonnetandeverything.Itook
herforphotographsthatFriday.Ihavetheminheralbum.Theyhadprops—littlechicksandstuffedbunnies.Basketsandcoloredeggs.IsentcopiestoMama,andtoGranny.”
“Irememberthosepictures.”
“ThatwasFridayafternoon.Idon’trememberwhattime,exactly.ItwasatthisplacecalledKidography.Itwassuchaclevername.I
rememberbecauseItookCalliebackforotherpictures,thephotographer—hernamewasTate...Tate—ohGod—TateMitchell.I’msureofit,I’msurethat’stherightname.Andafter,thatfirsttimeontheFridaybeforeEaster,IchangedCallieintoplayclothesandtookherforicecreamasatreat.I’dbribedherwiththat,toldherifshewasagoodgirlI’dtakeherforicecream—eventhat
youngsheknewtheword‘icecream.’WewenttoMorelli’s.”
“BesticecreaminAtlanta,”Landrysaid.
“You’vebeenthere?Callielovedgoingthere.WewenttoMorelli’s,andIletherspoilherdinner.Irememberthat,Irememberthinking,Ohwell,she’snotgoingtowantagooddinnernow,soithadtobelateafternoon.”
“Whataboutthatevening,
thatnight?”Boxwoodprompted.
“Letmethink.”Shepressedherfingerstohereyes.“Letmetrytogobackandseeit.Therewastraffic—Irememberthat—andhowCalliefellasleepinthecar.Iwasworried,alittle,thatIwouldn’tgethomebeforeRichard.Hedidn’tlikeifhedidn’tknowwhereIwas.Ithoughtabouttextinghim,butIdidn’t.Hedidn’tlikeme
tocallortexthimwhenhewasworking.”
Loweringherhands,shetookasettlingbreath.“Wegothome,Ithinkitmusthavebeenaroundsixorso.Charlene—shedidsomecookingandlighthousekeepingforus—butshehadthelongweekendoff.SoCharlenewasn’tthere,andIwasgladtohavethecondotomyself.IlikedCharlenefine,Idon’tmeantosayIdidn’t
likeher.”“Buttheplacewasquiet,
justyouandyourdaughter.”ShenoddedatLandry.
“Yes,that’sit.Calliewasalittlecranky,whatwiththephotos,theicecream,thenapinthecar,butIsettledherdownwithFifi—herstuffeddog—andsomeblocks.Shelikedtheseblocksthatmadenoise.Ihurriedtoputdinnertogether.IswearIcan’trememberwhatIfixed,butI
hadittogetherbysevenorseven-thirty,andIwasrelieved.Buthewaslate.Richard.Iputitinthewarmer,andIgotCalliehermeal,coaxedhertoeatalittle,andshedidsinceI’dwaiteduntilshe’dworkedoffthaticecream.Igaveherabath,andreadherastory,andputhertobed.
“IdidtextRichardthen,justtosayhisdinnerwasintherefrigerator,andifIwas
inbedalready,hecouldheatitup.Iwasangry,Iguess,buttired,too.”
Sherubbedathertemple,rubbedandrubbedasshetriedtoseeitallagain.
“IwenttobednotlongafterCalliewasdown.Ineverheardhimcomein.Isawhiminthemorning.Ilookedin,andsawhe’dsleptintheguestroom.”
Itseemedsopersonal,wherehe’dslept,shehadto
fightoffablush.“He,ah,usedtheguest
roomsometimesifhegotinlate.IfixedbreakfastforCallie,andIputeggsontoboil.We’ddyeeggsforEasterlaterthatday.Hedidn’tgetuptillclosetonoon,andhewasinafinemood.Irememberthat,too,clearnow,ashewasinsuchafinemood,alljokeyandexcited.HemadeCallielaugh,Iremember.Iguesshe
couldseeIwasalittleputout,andhesaidsomething—Idon’trememberwhatbecausehealwayshadsomeexcuse.Latemeetings,couldn’tgetaway.Whateveritwas,thenhe...”
Trailingoff,shegrippedherhandstogether,tight,tight.“OhGod,thehairclip.Hesaid,herewasalittlesomethingforEaster,andhegavemetheclip.HesaidIshouldgofixmyhair,andget
Calliedressedup.Hewastakinghisladiesoutforlunch.HehardlyeverwantedtotakeCallieanywhere,andshewassohappyaboutit,Isetbeingputoutaside.Ididexactlywhathewanted.I’dgottenusedtodoingwhathewanted.Thehairclip.”Shepressedherlipstogether.“He’dstolenit,thenhegaveittome,likeyougiveaMilk-Bonetoadog.”
Shetookalongbreath.“I
guessyoucancheckonthetimeofthephotosandall,butIcan’tprovetherest.SomebodyprobablysawmecomeinwithCallie,butIdon’tseewhythey’drememberaftersomuchtime.Andnoonewashome.IfyouthinkIwaswithRichard,ifyouthinkIwaspartofwhathedid,Ican’tproveIwasn’t.”
“That’salotofdetailonadaythatlongago,”Boxwood
pointedout.“ItwasCallie’sfirst
Easter,andthefirstprofessionalphotographs.I’dwantedafamilyphotodone,aftershewasborn,butRichardneverhadtime.Sothiswasspecial.She—Tate—shetookoneofthetwoofus,andIsentittomyparents,special.She’dtakenherbonnetoff—Callie—andherhair’dgoneeverywhere,likeminewould.Ihadn’tgotten
tothesalontohaveminestraightenedthewayRichardlikedit.It’safavoritephotographofmine.”
Sherose,tookitfromthemantel.“ThisistheonewehadtakenthatFridaybeforeEaster.”
“Shesurelookslikehermama,”Landrycommented.
“WhenitcomestoCallie,”Forrestputin,“Shelbyremembers.”
“Iguessthat’strue.
Especiallythefirsts.”Shesetthephotoonthemantelagain,satbackbesideForrest.
“Oh!”Struck,shecamehalfoffthesofabeforeForrestnudgedherbackagain.“Iwroteitinherbabybook.Iwroteaboutthephotographs,andputoneoftheminthere.Icangetit.”
“Idon’tthinkthat’snecessary,fornow,Ms.Pomeroy.”
“It’snoteasytoadmityou
werestupid,”shesaidcarefully,“thatyouwereduped.Ineverknewhewasstealing,hewascheatingpeople,andIwaslivinginthatfancycondo,Ihadallthoseclothes,andsomeonetohelpwiththeworkbecausehestoleandhecheated.Ican’tgobackandchangeit.ShouldIgetthehairclip?Iknowjustwhereitis.Youcouldgiveitbacktowhoeverhestoleitfrom.”
“Webelievehestolethehairclip,oneofthewatchesyousold,andotheritemsvaluedatapproximatelysixty-fivethousanddollarsfromAmandaLucernBryce,ofBuckhead.HerdaughterfoundheronSaturdayafternoon,April14,2012.”
“Foundher?”“She’dfallen—orbeen
pushed—downthestairsofherhome.Herneckwasbrokeninthefall.”
TheblooddrainedoutofShelby’sfaceasshestaredatBoxwood.“She’sdead?Shewaskilled?Richard...Hewasinsuchagoodmood.HemadeCallielaugh.I’msorry,Ineedaminute.”Sheroseabruptlyonlegsthatshook.“Excuseme.”
Sherushedtothepowderroom,justleanedoverthesink.Herstomachpitchedandroiled,butshewouldn’tbesick.Shewouldnotbe
sick.Shewouldfightthatoff.
Sheonlyhadtobreathe.Onlyhadtotakeafewminutesandbreathe,thenshecoulddealwithwhatcamenext.
“Shelby.”Forrestrappedonthedoor.
“Ijustneedaminute.”“I’mcomingin.”“Ineedadamnminute,”
shesnappedwhenheopenedthedoor,thenshejustwalkedintohisarms.“OhGod,oh
God,Forrest.Hetookusouttolunch.Heleftthatwomanlyingthere,theonehestolefrom,andhecamehomeandwenttobed.Thenhetookusouttolunch.Heorderedchampagne.Hewascelebrating.Hewascelebrating,andhe’dleftthatwomanlyingthereforherdaughtertofind.”
“Iknowit.Iknowit,Shelby.”Hestrokedherhair,swayedwithheralittle.“One
dayitwould’vebeenyou.Iknowthat,too.”
“HowcouldIhavenotseenwhathewas?”
“Youdidn’t.Andyou’renottheonlyonewhodidn’t.Nobodythinksyouwerepartofthis.”
“You’remybrother,ofcourseyoudon’tthinkso.”
“Nobody,”herepeated,anddrewherbacktolookinhereyes.“Theyhavetodowhattheydo.You’regoingto
lookatpicturesofstolenarticles,ofpeoplehestolefrom.You’lltellthemwhateveryouknow.That’sallyoucandosothat’swhatyou’lldo.”
“Iwanttohelp.Theclothesonmyback,Forrest,theclothesIputonmybaby.Itmakesmesickknowingwheretheycamefrom.”
“Tellmewherethehairclipis.I’llgetit.”
“Thetoprightdrawerof
thevanityinthebathroomIsharewithCallie.Ihaveaboxinthere.Allmyhairclipsareinit.It’smother-of-pearlwithlittleblueandwhitestones.Ithoughtitwasfake,Forrest.Ineverthought—it’sahairclip,soInevergaveitathought.”
“Don’tworryaboutit.Ifyoudon’twanttotalktothemanymorenow,I’lltellthemyou’redone.”
“No,Iwanttotellthem
whateverIknow.WhateverIknowIdidn’tknow.I’llgobackinnow.”
“Whenyou’vehadenough,youjustsay.”
“Iwantitover.”Shewentback,andonce
againLandrystood.“I’msorry,”shebegan.“Don’tapologize.We
appreciateyourcooperation,Ms.Pomeroy.”
Shesat,pickedupthetea.Toomuchoftheicehad
melted,butitwascoolenough,andwetenough.“Didhekillotherpeople?Doyouknow?”
“It’spossible.”“Hewasneverviolentwith
meorCallie.Ifhehadbeen...thatwouldhavebeendifferent.Hedidn’tpaymuchmindtoheratall,andlessandlesstome.He’dsaythings,cruelthingssometimes,tome,buthewasneverviolent.”
Carefully,shesettheglassdownagain.“Ineversawwhathewas.IfIhadIwouldneverhavelethimnearmybaby.Ihopeyoucanbelievethat.Callie’sgoingtobehomeinaboutanhour.Ifwe’renotdone,Ineedustogosomewhereelse,orwaituntiltomorrow.Idon’twanthertohearanyofthis.Shejustturnedfour.”
“That’snotaproblem.”“Ifyoucouldgiveme
anotherdate.IfIcouldfigureoutsomethingaroundit,aholidayoradoctor’sappointment,somethingthatsticksout,ImightbeabletotellyouwhatIwasdoing.Whathewasdoing.Idon’tknowwhatelseIcandotohelp.Iwanttohelp.”
“Let’sstickwithAtlantafornow,workforward.”LandrynoddedatBoxwood.
“Augusteighth,sameyear,”Boxwoodsaid.
“Mydaddy’sbirthdayisAugustninth,andForrestwasbornonAugustfifth.Wealwayshadadoublebirthdayparty,theSaturdayorSundayclosest.Iwantedtocome.Ihadn’tbeenhomeinawhile,andIwantedCallietovisitherfamily.Richardsaidno.WehadacharitygalatoattendonthatSaturday,andIcouldn’tgorunningofftoDaddy.Iwashiswife,andexpectedtoattend,andact
likeIbelonged.ItwasattheRitz-Carlton,inBuckhead.”
“Saturday,Augusteighth,2012,sixfigures’worthofjewelryandrarestampswerestolenfromthehomeofIraandGloriaHamburg.TheyhadattendedagalaattheRitzthatnight.”
“LikeinFlorida,”Shelbyadded.“Jewelryandstamps.Itmust’vebeenlikea...specialtyofhis.”
“Youcouldsaythat.”
Landrysatback.“Tellusaboutthatevening.”
S25
he’dknowntheHamburgs,alittle,hadattendedadinner
partyintheirhome.RichardhadplayedgolfwithIraHamburgafewtimes,andsheandRichardhadhosted
thematthecountryclub.They’dsocializedatothergalasorfund-raisersnowandthen.
Itwasn’thardtoremembersomeofthedetailsofthatparticularnightasshe’dpicturedherfamilyhere,inthishouse,celebratingbirthdays—andhadmissedthem.
SherememberedRichardbringingheraglassofchampagneatonepointand
tellingher,impatiently,tomingle,forGod’ssake,andstopsulking.Hewasgoingoutsideforabittohaveacigarandtalksomebusinesswithacoupleofpotentialclients.
Shecouldn’tsayhowlongshe’dmingled,wandered,putbidsonacoupleofitemsinthesilentauctionashe’dinstructedhertodo.Itcould’vebeenasmuchasanhour,shesupposed.
“Hewasinagoodmoodwhenhefoundme—saidhe’dbeenhuntingforme,andwhydidn’twegocheckonourbidsbeforetheauctionclosed.Ithoughthe’dgottensomebusinessbecausehewasinabettermood,andthenheputabigbidonthiswinepackage.”
“TheHamburgslivelessthanamilefromthehotel,”Boxwoodpointedout.
“Iknowit.”
Theyaskedheraboutothernights,days,times.Someshecouldremember,otherswerelostinafog.Fromthephotographs,sherecognizedcufflinks,thediamondstuds,athree-stranddiamondandemeraldbraceletRichardhadgivenheronce,thenaccusedheroflosingwhenitdisappearedfromherjewelrybox.
ForrestlingeredaftertheFBIsteppedout.
“Doyouwantmetostay?”“No,no,I’mallright.
MamawillbebackwithCalliesoon.Just...dotheybelieveme?Don’tanswerasmybrother,butasapoliceofficer.”
“Theybelieveyou.Theyplayedaversionofgoodcop/badcopwithBoxwoodtryingtotripyouuphereandthere,givingyouthehardeye.Buttheybothbelievedyou.Youwerehelpful,
Shelby.Thebestthingnowistoputitaside.LettheFBIdowhattheydo.”
“Isoldstolenproperty.”“Youdidn’tknowitwas
stolen,hadnoreasontothinkithadbeen.We’llworkthatout.”
“HowcouldInotsee—howcantheybelieveIdidn’tknow?Iswear,ifIdidn’tknowIdidn’tknow,Iwouldn’tbelieveme.”
“TheBTKkillerhada
wifeandraisedtwochildren,livedinacommunity,wenttochurch.Noneofthemknewwhathewas.Somepeoplewearmaskswell,Shelby,knowhowtocompartmentalizebeyondwhat’snormal.”
“Hewasn’tright,washe?Imean,Richardcouldn’thavebeenrightinsidetobeabletodoallhedid.”
“Thepoliceofficer’stellingyouhewasa
sociopath,andashrinkwouldlikelyhavealotoffancytermsforwhathewas.Butno,hewasn’tright.That’sdone—you’renevergoingbacktothat.You’regoingtohavetodealwithsomeofit,butmostly?Youneedtolookatthehereandnow,andthefuture.”
“I’vebeentryingto.Whatwasjustwon’tletgo.Ikeepfindingoutmore.”
“You’reaPomeroywith
MacNeeinyourblood.You’llstanduptoit.Youcallme,youhear,ifyouneedme.”
“Iwill.Idon’tknowwhatI’d’vedoneifyouhadn’tbeenwithmetoday.”
“That’sjustonemorethingyouneverhavetoworryaboutagain.”
ShelbythoughtifthewholeoftheRidgedidn’tknowabouttheFBI,thentheysoonwould.Soshetold
herparentseverythingassoonasshecould.
Theverynextmorningbeforethefirstcustomercameintothesalon,shetoldhergrandmotherandtherestofthestaff.
“Ithoughty’allshouldknow.”
“AdaMaecalledmelastnight,toldmeallthis,”Violabegan.“I’lltellyouwhatItoldher.Noneofthisisyourfault,notabit.Andwecan
lookatthatstormastherighthandofGodmakingsureyouandCalliewerewellridofthesonofabitch.”
“I’dratherhewasn’tdead,”Shelbysaidafteraminute.“I’dratherhewasalivesoIcouldtellhimwhatIthinkofhim.IhatethathediedbelievingIwasnothing.IhatethathediedknowingIneverhadaninklingwhathe’ddone.”
“Mysister’sexkepta
womanoverinSweetwaterforsixyears,”Vonniepipedup.“Hadanapartmenttherewithherandeverything.Noneofusknewathingaboutit—andthatmanwenttotheLutheranchurcheverySundayhewasintown.CoachedLittleLeagueandbelongedtotheElksClub.LydiamightneverhaveknownifthewomaninSweetwaterhadn’tcalledherupandtoldherallofitafter
shefoundoutLornehadtakenupwithathirdwoman.”
Vonnieshrugged.“Iguessit’snotthesamething,butI’mjustsaying,weallthoughttheworldofLorneuntilweknewtothinkdifferent.”
“Thankyou,Vonnie.I’msorryforyoursister,butIguessthatmakesmefeelbetter.”
“Wedon’talwaysknow
somebodythewaywethinkweknowthem.”Crystalreadiedherstationforherfirstappointment.“MygoodfriendBernadette’scousindowninFayetteville?Why,herhusbandembezzledtwelvethousanddollarsfromherdaddy’shardwarebusinessbeforetheyfoundout.Bernadette’scousinstayedwithhimafter,too.Andifyouaskme,anybodywho’dstealfromfamilyisn’t
worthspit.”“Hell,thatain’tnothing.”
Lorileefistedherhandsonherhips.“IalmostmarriedLucasJohnBabbott—y’allremember.AbouttenyearsbackIwasreadytowalkdowntheaislewiththatman.Somethingjustsaid,Don’tdoit,Lorilee,soIdidn’t,butitwasclose.AndIfoundouthe’dinheritedhisgranddaddy’scabinoverbyElkmont.Youknowwhathe
wasdoinginit?Thatmanwascookingmeth,andnowhe’sinjail.”
Otherspickedupthetheme,ranwithit.Violasteppedover,putanarmaroundShelby’swaist.“Peopleaskme,don’tyouwanttoretire,Vi?YouandJackcouldgotraveling,oryoucouldsitontheporchandsiplemonadeallday.AndIthink,Why,Iwouldn’tstepawayfromthisplacefor
alltheteainChina.Whereelseareyougoingtogetsuchentertainment—andaddtothetillwhileyoudo?”
ShekissedShelby’scheek.“Youdidrighttellingeverybodystraight-out.”
“It’sthesameasfamily.”“It’sjustthesame.
Crystal!Iseeyournine-o’clockcrossingthestreet.Yougirlsgetontoworknow.”
Thenextdayshemet
EmmaKateforadrinkafterwork—andaftershe’dspentasolidhourwithBitsy.
“I’mbuying.Ioweyou.”“Iwon’tsayno.”Shelby
pulledouthernotebook,openedit.“Allright,theengagementpartyfirst.It’sallset—time,place,date.Ididtalkherdownontheflowers,andthefood.Justgentlesuggestionsaboutsavingthebiggunsforthewedding.Whydidn’twemakethis
prettyandelegant,butsometimeseleganceissimple.Sinceyou’regoingwithyellowandorchidforyourweddingcolors,Isteeredherawayfromthat,too.Saidwhydidn’twegoforbridewhite—that’slikeyouwanted,right?”
“Yes.Allwhiteflowers.Yougothertoagree?”
“IshowedherpicturesI’dfoundinmagazinesandonline,andshegotsoexcited.
Then,sinceI’dalreadytalkedtothefloristandwe’dfigureditall,Isaidlet’sordertheserightnow!Gotherwhenherenthusiasmwashigh.”
Pleasedandproud,Shelbybrushedherpalmstogether.“It’sdone.”
“Ioweyoutwodrinks.”“EmmaKate,youoweme
somanydrinkswecan’tcountthem.We’redownfromthatorchestrashewantedtohireoutof
Nashville,tobookingRedHotandBlue—whichTansysuggested,andyouliked.”
“OhmyGod,we’renotgoingtohavemeninwhitetuxedosplayingwaltzes?MattandIbothreallylikedRedHotandBluewhenthey’veplayedatBootlegger’s.”
“It’llrocksome,andbeagoodchanceforyouandMatttoseeifyouwantthemforthewedding,wantsomething
elseorwanttogowithaDJ,sinceyouhaven’tdecidedonthat.”
Meticulously,Shelbytickeditoffherlist.“ThenIsaidtoyourmamahowI’dworkwiththehotelassheneededtobefreshandbemother-of-the-bride-to-beandgothertalkingaboutwhatshe’dbewearing,howshewantedherhair.AndI’dmadeuptheseposterboardsoftabledecorationsand
flowersandallthat.”Shelbygavehernailsan
exaggeratedbuffonhersleeve.“Ibowledherover,iswhatIdid,thendidn’tgivehermuchchancetowaffleonit.”
“Posterboards!”“IalsodecidedI’mnot
showingyou.You’regoingtotrustme,andbesurprised.Thewedding,you’reinoneverylittledetail,butthisisgoingtobeasurprise,andI
promiseyou’llbehappywithit.”
“Idon’thavetothinkaboutit?”
“Youdon’thavetothinkaboutit.”
“IfIdidn’tloveMatt,Imightchangemymindandmarryyou.Butthenhehascertainattributesyoulack,nottomentionbetweenhimandGrifftheycanfixanything.He’soveratGriff’srightnow,helpingoutfora
couplehours.Iexpectit’llruntothreeasMatt’sgotaheadofsteamworkinguponfindingtherightpropertyandbuildingahouse,ordoingwhatGriff’sdoingandfindinganoldplacetorehab.”
“Areyoureadyforallthat?”
“LikeItrustyoutomakeeverythinglookbeautiful,Itrusthimtofigurethatout.I’llhaveplentytosayabout
it,butI’lllethimgetgoingonitfirst.”
“Allright,then.”Shelbywiggledherbuttback,leanedforward.“Let’stalkweddings.”
Theyplotted,planned,withShelbytakingnotes.
“Putthatdownfornow.”Aftertwentyminutes,EmmaKatewavedatthenotebook.“It’sstartingtomakemyheadspin.”
“Wegotagoodstarthere.”
“Morethanagoodstart,andit’stimetochangethechannel.Iwanttoknowaboutyou.HaveyouheardanymorefromtheFBI?”
“No.Ikeepexpectingthemtocometothedooragain,withawarrantformyarrestasaccessoryafterthefact,orsomething.Buttheyhaven’t.”
“Iftheythinkyouhadanypartofallthat,theydon’tdeservetobespecialagents.”
Forrestsaidthesame,Shelbythought,butitsteadiedhergroundtohearitfromherbestfriend.
“I’mgoingtogooverallthepicturesandlettersagain.IneededtoputitawayforacoupleofdayssoIcouldstartfresh.MaybeI’llremembersomethingelse,orfindsomethingelse.”
“What’sthepointnow,Shelby?”
“Knowing.Justknowing.I
don’texpectI’mgoingtofindatreasuremaptowhathestoleinMiami,oranyoftheothersthatarestillunfound.I’msupposingthereareothersstillunfound.Butknowingfeelsimportant.”
“Iwishyou’dletitgo,butthegirlIgrewupwithwasn’tevergoodatlettingthingsgoiftheymatteredtoher.”
“Thismatterstome.WhatifIdidfindsomethingthatledtosomething,thattook
thepolicetosomewhereelseandtheyfoundthem?AtleastthatwomanandhersoninMiamiwouldhavethat.”
“Shelby.”EmmaKatetookherhand,squeezedit.“You’relookingforawaytopaythembacksomehow,likeyou’repayingoffallthatdebt.Andnoneofit’syours,noneofit.Andthat’soneofthereasons—Iknowyou—youslappedthebrakesonwithGriff.”
Shifting,Shelbygotbusytidyinghernotes.“That’snotexactlyso.”
“It’scloseenough.Youlookedhappytogether.Youlookedgoodtogether.”
“Ijustwantedtoslowthingsdownsome.”
“You’vegottomoveatyourownspeed,andI’dneversaydifferent.”
“Iguesshehadsomethingstosayaboutit.”
“Notmuch,nottome.Not
toMatt,either,orI’d’vegottenitoutofMatt.He’snotthevaultGriffis,andIknowthecombinationanyway.Iexpecthemightsaymoretonight,workingonthehouse,havingabeer,thatsortofthing.I’llgetthatoutofMatteasyenough.”
“Hewasawfulmad.It’shardtoknowhowtodealwithamanwhogetsmadso...reasonably.”
“I’dhatethat!”Emma
Katelaughed,satback.“Youcan’twinagainstreasonable,notreally.”
“Andwhatmakesitharder?HewentbythehousewhenIwasworking—he’dknowIwasworkingandMamahadCallie.MamasaidhowhewentoutbackwithCallieandspentnearlyanhourwithherontheswings,withthepuppy.”
“Well!Thatshowsyouwhatkindofdastardly
individualyou’redealingwith.”
“Allright,EmmaKate.”Shelbyletoutasigh.“Idon’tknowwhattodoaboutit,exactly.I’vegotarighttobemadaboutsomeofthethingshesaid.”
Sippingwine,EmmaKateliftedhereyebrows.“Reasonablethings?”
“Iguessfromwherehe’sstanding,butthatdoesn’tmakethemlessawfulfor
me.”“I’mtrustingyouonthis
engagementparty,andyouhaven’tletmedownyet.”
“AndIwon’t.”“That’swhyItrustyou.
Whydon’tyoutrustme?”“I—OfcourseIdo.Ido
trustyou.”“Good.Gooverthereand
talktoGriff.”“Oh,but—”“DidIsay‘but’onthe
party?Ididnot,”EmmaKate
saiddefinitely.“SoyoutrustwhatI’msayingtoyou,andgooverandtalktoGriff.Mattsayshe’sbeenstewingfordays.Icanseeyouare,too,maybeneededto,butstewingtime’sover.Gotalkitout.Onewayortheother,bothofyouareboundtofeelbetter,oratleastknowwhereyoubothstand.”
Shewasn’tgoingtodoit—wasn’titbettertojustletthingssitawhile?Buttheidea
satinthebackofherhead,nagging,throughdinner,throughthebedtimeritualwithCallie.
Shetoldherselftosettledown,spendtherestoftheeveninggoingoverthephotosandlettersagain.Butshecouldn’tsettle.
ShewentdownwhereherparentsheldtheirowneveningritualofTVandneedlework.
“Callie’salltuckedin.I
wonderifyou’dmindifIwentoutawhile?There’ssomethingI’dliketodo.”
“Yougoon.”Herfathergaveheranabsentsmilebeforehezeroedbackinontheballgame.“We’renotgoinganywhere.”
“I’mdraggingyourdaddyasfarasthefrontporchwhenthegame’sover.We’regoingtositandhaveourselvesaglassofteaandsmelltherosesramblingupthetrellis.”
“Youenjoythat,andthankyou.Iwon’tbeverylong.”
“Youtakeyourtime,”hermothersaid.“Andyouputsomelipstickon,fluffyourhairsome.Youcan’tgoovertoGriff’swithoutyourlipstick.”
“Ididn’tsayIwasgoingtoGriff’s.”
“Amamaknows.Youputsomelipstickon.”
“Iwon’tbelong,”Shelbyrepeated,andgotoutbefore
hermothersuggestedshechangeherclothes.
•••
GRIFFHADN’TSHOWEREDofftheday,becausehe’ddecidedthedaywasn’tdone.EvenafterMattleft,hekeptatit.Hebrokebriefly—letthedogout,fixedasandwich,letthedogin,butkeptfocusedonthework.
He’dfinishedthecloset,
andthankstoMatt,theinteriorwasdrywalled,haditssecondcoatofmud.Sohefocusedonthewindowseathe’ddesignedforthedoublewindowslookingoverthebackyard.It’dbeaniceplacetosit—withconvenientstoragebeneath.
Hesawtheroom,finished,prettyclearly.Andevenifthatimageirritatedhimhalfthetime,hewoulddamnwellstickwithit.
Hemadeahabitofsticking.
Oncehehadtheclosetsanded,thewindowseatfinished,thetrimfinished,alltheroomreallyneededwaspaintandagoodclean.Well,somepunchout—outletcovers,lightswitchcovers,andhefigured—andhadwiredfor—aceilingfanwithalightkit.
Hadtofindtherightone,onethatworkedwithhis
imageoftheroom.Maybehe’dplayaround
onlinetonight,seewhathefound.
Thentherewasthesmallensuite.Thathe’dtacklenext,andprobablywithinthenexteveningortwoashehadthetime.
Hehadmusicgoing,heardnothingelseuntilSnickersbegantobark.Whenthedogscrambledoutoftheroom,raceddownstairs,Griffpulled
outhisearbuds.Hepickeduphishammer,
testeditsweight,andstartedoutwithit.Heheardtheknockthen—hereallyneededtodoadoorbell—andthoughhedoubtedthelaptopinvaderwouldbotherwithaknock,heglancedoutthelandingwindow.
AndsawShelby’svan.Emotionsrolledup,
conflicting,contrasting.Pleasure—God,he’dmissed
justlookingatherface.Annoyance.Whosefaultwasithehadn’tseenherface?Puzzlement,asitwasn’tlikehertodropbyafternineatnight.Relief,tremendous,thatshehad.
Hesetthehammerdownonthesteps,walkedtherestofthewaydown,wherethedogbarkedandwaggedatthedoor.
Heopenedthedoorandwonderedhowhemanagedto
keephisheartfromjustfallingatherfeet.
“Ihopeit’sallrightIcameby,”shebegan.“Iwantedtotalktoyou.”
Andhewantedtopluckherrightofftheground,feelherhangontohimwhilehekissedthembothbrainless.
“Sure.”“Hey,Snickers.There’sa
gooddog,”shesoothedasshebentovertorubhim.“Lookhowhe’sgrownalready.
Maybewecouldsitoutside.It’ssuchanicenight.”
“Wecandothat.Youwantadrinkoranything?”
“No,don’tbother.You’reworking—yousmelllikesawdustandsweat,inagoodway.”
“Justfiddlingwithacouplethings.Icoulduseabreak.”
Hesteppedoutside,gesturedtooneofthechairs.
“Iknowyou’remadat
me,”shebeganasshesat,andkeptrubbingthedog,whoploppedhisforefeetonherknees.“Andyouwereclearastowhy.”
“Okay.”“Itriedtoexplainmy
reasonstoyou,butIdon’tthinkyouunderstand.”
“Iunderstand,”hecountered.“Ijustdon’tagreewithyourreasons.”
“Youhaven’tlivedmylife,Griffin.Onethatbrought
federalagentstothedoor.”“Iheardaboutthat,andI
heardtheyweregratefulforyourcooperation.”
“Forrest.”“Hewasn’tpassingon
statesecrets.Plus,theytalkedtome.”
“They...”Herhandsstilled;herheadwhippedaround.“Theycamehere?”
“Justforachat.It’salsonotastatesecretyouandIhavespenttimetogether
sinceyougotback.Itwasn’taproblem.”
Hereyessparked,flashed.Temper,resentment,frustration—hesawthemixclearlyenough.
“Whycan’tyouseeit’saproblemformethatthey’dcomehere,askyouquestionsaboutsomethingyoudidn’thaveanythingtodowith?”
“Youhaven’tlivedmylife,either,Shelby.Theyknewaboutthelaptop
business,sotheyfollowedthrough.ThewayIlookatit,havingthelocalsandthefedsinvolvedinthisisonlyagoodthing.”
“Hekilledsomeone.”“What?”“Theydidn’ttellyouthat,
andForrestdidn’tchoosetoimpartthatinformationinhisreportstoyou?”
“No,anddon’tbesosnottyaboutit.Yourbrother’smyfriend,”he
continuedbeforeshecouldtosssomethingelseathim.“Hedoesn’treporttome.Hetalkstome.”
Shehadbeensnottyaboutit,sheadmitted,but...Putitaside,sheorderedherself,andsaywhatneededsaying.
“Richardkilledawoman,inAtlanta.Orshefelldownthestairs,it’snotaltogetherclear,whilehewasstealingfromher.Heleftherthere,justleftherdeadordyingon
thefloorandwalkedaway.That’swhoIthoughtImarried,that’swhoIhadachildwith,that’swhoIlivedwithfornearlyfiveyears.”
“That’shardonyou,andI’msorryaboutit.Butwhathedid,whohewas,whathewas?Itdoesn’thaveanythingtodowithme.Itdoesn’thaveanythingtodowithyouandme.”
“Ithaseverythingtodowithme,sothatmeansithas
todowithyouandme.Whycan’tyouseethat?”
“Becausethisisnow.”Hesaiditsimply.“BecauseI’minlovewithyou.BecauseIcanseeyouhavefeelingsforme.Maybeyou’renotwhereIam,andIcan’targueaboutthat,butyouhavefeelings.WhatIseeisyoupushingthemaway,andmewiththem,becauseasociopath,aconman,athief,andapparentlyamurderingsonof
abitch,usedyou,deceivedyou,andyou’relettingyourselffeelguiltyandresponsibleforit.”
“Ihavetoberesponsibleformyownchoices,myactionsandtheconsequencesofthem.”
“Okay,”hesaidafteramoment.“You’rerightaboutthat.Now,whenareyougoingtostopbeatingyourselfupforthem?”
“Ican’tmakeanother
mistake.”“I’mnotamistake.”He
shovedupatthat,hadtostrideaway,pullhiscontrolback,gripit.“Don’thangthatonme.”
“No,no,it’sme.It’s—”“It’snotyou,it’sme?
That’saclassic.”“Oh,justshutupaminute.
Justshutup!Idohavefeelingsforyou,andthey’rescaringme.Ican’tjustrunwithmyfeelingsagain
because,yes,thisisnow.NowIhavealittlegirl.Ihavealifetomakeforher,forus.IhavetoknowI’mdoingright,notjusttakingwhatIwantforme.Ineedtotakeabreath,damnit.Ineedtosettledownandthink,notjustfeel.Ihurtpeople.Ihurtmyfamily,andI’mnever,nevergoingtodothatagain.Ihurtmyselfinthelongrun.”
Sheroseaswell,walkedtotherailontheothersideof
thestepsfromhim.Acrossthelawn,intothetrees,scoresoflightningbugsputonashow,countlesspulsesofwarmlightagainstthedark.
“I’mnotbeatingmyselfup,ornotmuchanymore.Orfeelingsorryformyself.I’mdonewiththat.Icamehome,andIbroughtmygirlhome,andI’mbuildingthatlifeforus.Thatfeelsright.Ifeelgoodaboutthat.Itwould’vebeenenough,Griffin,it
would’vebeenmorethanenoughforme.Thenyou...Ijust...Therewere—are—feelings.”
“Iplannedtogoslower.IfiguredtogetyoutogooutwithmeandEmmaKateandMattafewtimes,overacouplemonths,maybe.Getusedtobeingaroundme.ThenI’daskyouout.Ididn’tfollowtheblueprint.”
“Youhaveablueprint?”“Ialwayshaveablueprint.
Butthethingaboutthemis,sometimesyouseehowtoimprovethewholewithachange,orsomechanges.Soyoudo.Iplannedtogoslower,but...DidIpushyou?”
“No.”Itwaswrong,sheadmitted,itwasunfairandwrongtolethimthinkso.“No,youdidn’tpushme,Griff.You...appealed,andyou...”
Shelookedout,allthose
pulsesofwarmyellow.He’dputalightinher,shethought.Pulsesoflightagainstthedarkshe’dcarried.
“Howmuchyouappealedcaughtmeoffguard.Iwanted—want—tobewithyou.You’retheoppositeofRichard.AndIaskedmyselfifthatwaswhyyouappealedsomuch.You’resodifferentfromhim.Notflashyorshowy,just—”
“Dull?”
Sheglancedoverquickly,relievedwhenshesawhimsmile.“No,notdull.Real.IneededrealmorethanIcansay,andthereyouwere.Ihavefeelings,andtheyscareme.”
“Idon’tmindthat.Youtakethetimeyouneedtoworkthatout.Don’tmakeexcusesnottoseeme—bestraightaboutit.”
“Ididn’tknowhow.Ihadn’tfiguredouthow
becauseIdidn’twanttostopseeingyou.IfeltIshould,forawhile,butIdidn’twantto.”
“Hasitbeenawhileyet?”“Itfeelslikeit’sbeenalot
longerthanawhile.”“There’sapointof
agreement.I’vemissedthehelloutofyou,Red.”
“YoucamebytoseeCalliewhenIwasatwork.”
“Imissedthehelloutofher,too.AndCallieandIdidn’thaveafight.”
Withanod,Shelbystaredoutatthedark,thelight.“Ikeptthinkingyou’dcomebytoseeme,too.YoucametoFridayNights,butyoustayedawayfromme.”
“Youhurtme.”Sheturnedtohimquickly.
“Oh,Griff—”“I’mtellingyou,Shelby,
don’tstackmeupagainsthim,notinanyway.Ithurtsme,anditreallypissesmeoff.”
“I’msorryforthat.Ican’tpromiseitwon’thappenagain,butI’llworkonit.”
“That’sgoodenough.”“Youhurtme,too,and
reallypissedmeoff.”“I’msorryforthat.Ican’t
promiseitwon’thappenagain,butI’llworkonit.”
Thatmadeherlaugh,andmeanit.“Ireallyhavemissedyousomethingawful.Idon’tjustmeanthesex,thoughI’vemissedthat.Ijustmissed
talkingtoyou.But...”“Uh-oh.”“IthoughtIwasinlove
oncebefore,sofastitwaslikebeingsweptunderawave.ButIwasn’tinlove,notthewayitshouldcount.Maybeyouneedalittletime,too.”
“Ifhe’dbeenwhohepretendedtobewhenhetookyouunderthatwave,wouldithavecounted?”
“I...”Shecouldonlylift
herhands,letthemfall.“Youcan’tsaybecausehe
wasn’t.Hewasn’twhoyouthoughthewas,soyoucan’tknow.Here’swhatIknow.IwantedyouthefirstsecondIsawyou.Thatwasmoreaholyshitmomentthanwhatthey’dcallloveatfirstsight.Lookather.That’sthemostbeautifulwomanI’veseeninmylife.”
Shewantedtolaughagain,buthiswordscloggedher
throat.“Wetandmiserable,asIrecall.”
“Andsadandbeautiful.ThenyouandCallie,andyouwalkinghomewithher,pushingthatstrollerandallthosegroceriesupthosehills.You’resomad—atyourself—sowornout.Andshe’ssosweet.SoIwantedyou,thenIwantedtohelpyou.IfellforCalliefirst,I’lltellyouthatstraight-out.Shehadmewrappedupinabouttwo
minutes.”“Shehasaway.”“She’sgotyourway.I’m
surprisedyoudon’tseeit.Anyway,thenIheardyousing,andIstartedfalling.Iwatchedyousing,andIfellharder.ThenIhadyou,andthatputthecaponit.Butwhattwistedthecap,securedittight,was—”Hestuckhishandsinhispocketsashestudiedher.“Hell,youmightnotlikewhattwistedthecap
tight.”“Iwanttoknow.There
isn’tawomanintheworldwhowouldn’t.”
“Allright.Whattwistedthecaptight?YoupunchingMelody.Idon’tthinkI’maparticularlyviolentman,butwhenyoudidthat,allIcouldthinkwas,Well,hell,Griff,you’reinlovewithher.You’dbeafoolnottobe.”
“You’remakingthatup.”“I’mnot.”Hestepped
towardher,laidhishandsonhershoulders.“Ihadtopullyouoff—sortofwishedIdidn’thaveto—butIrealized,yeah,Iwanther.Iwanttohelpher.Icanfixsomethingsforher.Butgoddamn,awomanwhothrowsapunchlikethat?Shecanfixsomethings,too.Shecandowhateversheneedstodo.”
She’dthoughthearingthathewasinlovewithherrattledher.Butthatlast
sentence,thetoneofadmiration,juststunned.“Youthoughtthat?”
“Iknowthat.I’veseenit.Iadmirethehelloutofit.AndIloveyou.SoIdon’tmindscaringyoualittlebecauseyou’llhandleit.Butwhenyoulookatme,Shelby,you’dbetterseeme.Justme.Whenyouthinkofme,justme.”
“Idon’tthinkofanyonebutyouwhenyoukissme,whenyoutouchme.”
“ThenIshoulddomoreofthat.”
“OhGod,Iwishyouwould.”
Shewrappedherselfaroundhim,pressedhermouthtohis.
Andhedidalotmoreofit.“Comeinside.”He
couldn’tgetenough.“Cometobed.”
“Yes.”Sheranherhandsuphisback,thrilledtofeelhardmuscleagain.“Yes.”
Drewinhisscent—sweatandsawdust.“Yes.”
Theycircledtowardthedoor,andshesaid,“Oh.Wait.”
“PleaseGod,don’tturnthatintoano.”
“No—Imeanyes.”Stillwrappedaroundhim,shemanagedabreathlesslaugh.“Imean,IneedtotextMama.ItoldherIwouldn’tbelong,andI’mgoingtobelonger.”
“Okay.Textandwalk.”
“Icandothat.”Shetookoutherphone,workedtokeepherhandssteadyenoughtowritethequicktext.“SheknewIwascomingtoseeyou,soIdon’tthinkshe’llbesurprisedto—She’ssurequicktoanswer.”
They’dmadeitinside,tothestairs,hadstartedup.Shelbystoppedhalfway.
“Problem?”“No.No,notaproblem.
Shesays—”Shelbyletout
anotherquicklaugh.“Shesaysyou’llfollowmehome,sowhydon’tIsaveyouthetroubleofthat,staythenighthere.Thenshesays—Iguessyoucouldsaysheknowsme—don’tworryaboutCalliewonderingwhereIaminthemorning.Weshouldgetupearlyenoughformetobringyouhomeforbreakfast.She’llmakepancakes.”
“Ilikepancakes.”“Yes,but—”
“Text:Thankyou,Mama.We’llseeyouinthemorning.”
Henudgedherupanotherstepsotheywereeyelevel,thenlaidhislipsonhers.“Stay.Sleepwithmetonight.Wakeupwithmeinthemorning.”
Howcouldsheresist?Whywouldshe?Shetrailedherfingersoverhischeeks.“Iwasn’texpectingto.Idon’thaveathingtosleepin.”
“Ifthat’sanissue,Iwon’tsleepinanything,either.We’llbeeven.”
“That’sfair.”Shelaughedagain,alittlegiddy,whenhesweptherup,carriedhertherestofthewaywiththepuppyrunningtocatchup.
S26
helbywoundherwayintothefifties,mixeduptheplaylistwith
bluegrass.Sheslippedinearlyto
rehearse,thoughtitwonderfulandamazingthatshealready
hadmorethanhalfadozenFridayNightsinherpocket.
Tansyapplaudedwhenshefinished“RollinginMySweetBaby’sArms.”
“Loveit!”“Ididn’tseeyouover
there.IthoughtI’dpunchinsomebluegrass,mixinthefolkandtraditionalwiththestandards.IthoughtI’dweaveinalotofPatsyCline.Likeafeaturedartist?”
“Ilovethat,too.It’sgoing
tobeevenbetterwhenwebringinsomemusicians,havearealstage.WhichwewillbySeptember—Octoberlatest,accordingtoMatt.Thepermitscameinthismorning!”
“Tansy,that’ssuchgoodnews.”
“Ican’twaittogetstarted.I’mscared,too,aswe’repouringalotofmoneyintothisexpansion.But...thelastfewweekssureshow
peoplelikecominginontheweekend,hearinglivemusic.”
“YoutalkedDerrickintotryingeverySaturdaynightforaband,didn’tyou?”
Raisingherjoinedhandsoverherhead,Tansyturnedavictorycircle.“We’regoingtotryitfortherestofthesummer,thenseeifthetakejustifiestheoutlay.You’reabigpartofwhywecandoallthis,Shelby.Idon’tknow
howlongitwould’vetakenmetotalkDerrickintotheexpansionifyouhadn’thititwithFridayNights.”
“Ilovedoingit,andyougavemeachance.Iguessit’sworkedoutprettydamnperfectforbothofus.”Shesteppedoffthelittlestage.“How’reyoufeeling?”
“Justalittlequeasyfirstthinginthemorningstill,butDerrickbringsmesaltinesandgingerale,andthat
usuallysettlesitdown.Andlook!”Sheturnedtotheside,cuppedherhandsonherbelly.“I’mshowing!”
“Mygoodness.”Shelbywidenedhereyesatthetiny,tinybulge.“You’reenormous.”
“Maybenotyet,”Tansysaidwithalaugh,“but”—sheliftedhershirt—“Ihadtojury-rigmypantswithacarabiner.Can’tbuttonthemanymore.I’mgoingtomove
intoyogapants,andbuymyselfsomematernityclothesfirstchanceIget.”
Shelbyrememberedwellthatfeeling,thatglow.“Theymakesuchcuteones,soyoudon’tfeellikeyou’rewearingatentoryourgranny’stablecloth.”
“I’vealreadygotsomeinashoppingbasketonline.IjustwanttomakeonemorepassbeforeIorder.NowIknowyouwanttogetbackto
rehearsing,butIwanttoknowhowyou’redoing.”
Itcouldn’tbeavoided,Shelbythought.Thepastdoggedherlikeashadowathighnoon.“I’msosorryyouhadtotalktothoseagents.”
“DerrickandIwerefinewiththat,don’tyouworry.”
“Forrestsaidthey’vegonebacktoAtlanta.Therewasn’tmuchIcoulddotohelpthemfindallRichardstole.Iknowit’ssilly,butIfeellikeifI
couldremembersomething,ortellthemsomethingthatleadsthemtofindingevenonemorething,I’dbebetteraboutitall.Whenitcomesdowntoit,theytoldmemorethanIcouldtellthem.”
“It’shard,whattheytoldyou.”
“Ittaughtmesomething.IfIwantCallietogrowuptobeasmart,strongwoman,someonewhovaluesfamilyandfriends,andrespects
herself,Ihavetoshowher.IfIwanthertoknowthesatisfactionofmakingsomethingofherselfwitheffortandwork,Ihavetoshowher.That’swhatI’mtryingtodo.”
“It’swhatyouaredoing.”“IfeellikeIhaveto
counterbalance—youknowwhatImean—allshe’sgoingtohearonedayaboutherfather.”
“Whenshedoes,she’ll
haveyou,andyourfamily.She’llhaveus,yourfriends.”
“SeemslikeRichardneverlearned,neverunderstoodthat’smorethanallthejewelshestole,allthemoneyheswindled.Iftheyearswithhimhadanygoodtothem,itwasputtingthatbonedeepinme.Itooktoomuchforgrantedbeforethat.”
•••
SHETOOKNOTHINGforgrantednow,notthelaughterinsidethesalonorthesighsofpleasureintheRelaxationRoom.
Shegavehergrandmotheraquick,impulsivehugaftershesetmoretowelsattheshampoostations.
“What’sthatonefor?”“Justforyou.I’mhappy
beingherewithyou.I’mjusthappy.”
“I’dbehappy,too,ifIhad
amanlikeGriffinLottlookingatmelikeIwastheVenusdeMilo,CharlizeTheronandTaylorSwiftallatonce.”Crystalpausedinherwork,snappedherscissors.“Iswear,Iwantamanforsex,butifCharlizeTheronwalkedinandsaid,‘Heythere,Crystal,howaboutwegoonovertoyourplaceandrollaroundinthesheets?’IbelieveI’dtakeherstraighthomeandgivethata
go.”Amused,Violarinsedoff
hercustomer’shair.“CharlizeTheron.Isshetheonlyonewho’dtemptyoutoswitchoverfromaman?”
“Ibelievesheis.Now,thatJenniferLawrence.She’sasprettyastheycome,andIdobelieveshe’dbenothingbutfuntositaroundandhaveadrinkwith.Butshe’snoCharlizeTheron.Who’dyouswitchwith,Shelby?”
“What?”“Who’syourfantasy
lesbianlover?”“Ineverthoughtaboutit.”Crystaljustcircledafinger
intheair.“Giveitaminute.”No,Shelbythoughtagain,
she’dnevertakethesecrazyfunconversationsforgranted.
“I’dtryMystique,”shedecided,andhadCrystalfrowningather.
“Who?”“She’sasupervillain—
fromtheX-Men.ForrestandClaywerejustcrazyfortheX-Men,remember,Granny?JenniferLawrence,theoneyou’dliketohaveadrinkwith,playsherinthemoviesnow.Mystiquecanchangeintoanybody,anyshape,anything.Soitseemstomearollinthesheetswithherwouldcoveraboutanythingyouwereafter.”
“Ibelievewehaveawinner,”Violadecreed,and
satherclientdowninthechair.
Acoupleofhourslater,shecuddledbabyBeauandwatchedCallieandJacksonplayontheswingset.Shethoughtitwouldrainbynightfall,shecouldscentit,seeit.Butforthismoment,itwasaboutasperfectalatespringeveningasshecouldaskfor.
Herfatherwasdelayedattheclinic,soClaysawtoa
fewlittlegardeningchores,andGillysatintheporchrocker,banishedfromthekitchenbyhermother-in-law.
“Itoughttobeillegaltofeelthishappy,”Gillysaid.
“I’mawfulgladit’snot.Today,I’dbesharingacellwithyou.”
“IsawGrifftoday.”She’dhavetogetusedto
peopleequatingherhappinesswithGriff.Andtheyweren’taltogetherwrong.“Youdid?”
“Itooktheboysforawalkthismorning,beforetheheatsetin,andhewasdowntheroadabit,fixingMizHardigan’sgate—thesheriff’smama.”
“Shewasinthesalontoday.”
“Istoppedforawhile.It’sniceofhimtogobyandseetolittlethingslikethatforher.Theydon’tchargeherforthoselittlethings.Iknow,’causeshetoldmeherself.
Shegivesthembakedgoods,andsheknittedthembothcapsandglovesforChristmas.
“LookhowbigJacksonis!Itwasn’tsolongagohecouldn’tgetuponthatswingunlessoneofusliftedhimontoit.”
AndGilly’seyesfilled.Shewavedahandinthe
airasShelbypattedherarm.“I’vestillgottoomanyhormones,Iguess.But...I
don’tthinkI’mgoingbacktowork,Shelby,whenmymaternityleaverunsout.”
“Ididn’tknowyouwerethinkingaboutthat.Iknowyouloveyourjobatthehotel.”
“Ido,andIwasn’tthinkingaboutit,notreally,until...”Shereachedover,strokedafingeroverBeau’scheek.“Ijustdon’tthinkIcanstandtoleavethemboth.Ijustwanttostayhomewith
themforawhile.Ayearmaybe.ClayandIhavetalkedaboutit.Weknowthings’llbealittletight,but—”
“It’shard.It’shardtochoose,it’shardtohavetochoose.”
“Ilovemywork,Ireallydo.I’mgoodatit,too,butIwantthisyear,that’sall.Iwantthisyearformyselfandmyfamily.Oneyearoutofalltherestdoesn’tseemlike
toomuch,butitwouldbeeverythingtome.”
“Thenyoushouldtakeit.You’veworkedatthehotelsincecollege.Ibetthey’dgiveyoulikeasabbatical.Maybetheycan’tholdyourjob,Idon’tknow,butIbetyoucouldgobackwhenyou’reready.Andyouwon’thaveanyregrets.”
“It’sputtingalotonClay.”“He’sgotstrongshoulders,
Gilly.”
“IneverthoughtI’dwanttostayhomefull-time,butIwantthisyear.Whataboutyou?Whatdoyouwant?”
“ItfeelslikeI’vegotit.”“Fortomorrow.”Shelbyglancedatthe
kitchendoor.“Iwasthinking,justthinking.Ihaven’ttoldanybodybutEmmaKateasyet.”
“Iknowhowtokeepquiet.”
“Youdo.OnceIgetmy
headallthewayabovewater,ifIcanfindmyownplace,andIcanfindoneIcanworkoutof?IwasthinkingmaybeIcouldstartupsomekindofdecoratingbusiness.Designingandcoordinating.”
“You’vealwaysbeengoodatit.”
“I’vebeentakingsomeclassesonlinetogetmoreexperienceandeducation.Justacoupletostart,”sheadded.“OnesI’vebeenable
tofitin.”“Youfitinmorethan
anyoneIknow—exceptGranny.”
“MaybeI’mmakingupfornothavingenoughtodoforsolong.Ithought,well,ifIcouldprovemyself,GriffandMattmightusemesome,ortalkmeuptotheirclients.”
“Suretheywould.Theyhavetoredoroomsandareasupatthehotelregularly,Shelby.I’dputinawordfor
you.”“Oh,Idon’tknowif—”“Thinkbig.”“IguessImightaswell.
It’sjustthinkingrightnowanyway.IknowIcouldrunabusiness—still,I’dtakemoreclasses.ButIsureknowhowtojugglemoney,keepaccounts.It’sawaysoff,butI’vestartedtuckingsomemoneyawayforbusinessclasses.”
“AnytimeIstarttoying
aroundwiththeideaofstartingupacakeandpastrybusiness,that’swhatstopsmedeadinmytracks,backsmeupandturnsmearoundtheotherway.Thebusiness,”Gillysaidwithaneyeroll.“Butyou’vegotthatMacNeeinyou.Youknowwhatelse?”
“Whatelse?”“I’vebeenwantingtogive
ourbedroomamakeover.BetweenJackson,thenBeau,
doingupthenurseryfreshandgettingJacksoninhisbig-boyroom,ourbedroomhasn’tbeentouchedinfiveyears.Itshows.”
“Makeovercanbealotoffun,but...”
“Yes,there’stheMacNee,”Gillysaidwithalaugh.“Clay’sthesame.Doingitovercosts.IfI’mgoingtostayhome,I’llhavetobefrugalaboutit,Iknowthat,butGod,Shelby,how
I’dlovetohaveagrown-upbedroom,aplaceformeandClaytobemeandClaynowandthen.Icanbefrugal,especiallyifyou’dhelpmeout.Youcouldpracticeonus.”
Gillyshifted,wrappedahandaroundShelby’sarmforemphasis.“Shelby,we’vestillgotthatmixofhisoldbedroomfurnitureandmineinthere,andthatawful,uglylampmyauntLucygaveus
asaweddingpresent.”“Thatisanawful,ugly
lamp.”“Ifshedidn’tclaimitwas
anheirloom,I’dhaveaccidentallyknockeditoverandmadesureitbrokeinadozenpieces.Idon’twantfancy.Ijustwantfreshandpeaceful.Helpme.”
“I’dlovetohelp.”Thelamphadtogo,but
thefurniture...refinishorpaint,newhardware.Itcould
work.“AndI’vegotplentyof
being-frugal-about-itideas.Sometimesit’snomorethanswitchingthingsaroundandrepurposing.Usingwhatyou’vealreadygotinanewway,addingsometouches.Andpaint.Paint’llchangealotforalittle.”
“NowI’mgettingfiredupinsteadofteary.Doyouhaveanytimethisweek?”
“Icouldcomeby
tomorrowmorning,afterItakeCallietoChelsea’s,beforeIheadtothesalon.Abouteight-thirty?Isthattooearly?”
“Nothing’stooearlywhenyou’vegotatoddlerandanewborn.IwaswonderingifIcould—Well,hey,Forrest.”
“Hey,Gilly.”Hewalkedoutfromthekitchen,bentoverthebaby.“When’shegoingtodosomethingbesidessleep?”
“Comeonoverandpayusavisitabouttwoa.m.”
Shecaughtthelookinhiseyesand,understanding,pushedup.“I’mgoingtotakehiminawhile—andpasshimofftohisgrandmother.That’llgivemesometimeinthekitchenwhethershewantsmethereornot.”
ShetookthebabyfromShelby,slippedinside.
“Ineedaminute,”ForresttoldShelby.
“Sure.Sitdown.”“Kidsallrightoutherefor
aminute?Clay’srightoverthereinthevegetablepatchplayingfarmer.”
“He’sgotDaddy’sknackforit,andthekidsarefine.”
“Thenlet’stakeawalkaroundfront.”
“Whatisit?”“Aroundfront,”he
repeated,tookherarm.“You’remakingme
nervous,Forrest,anddamnit,
Iwashavingareallygoodday.”
“I’msorryforthat,andsorrytodropthisonyouonareallygoodday.”
“AmIintrouble?DoestheFBIthink—”
“No,it’snothinglikethat.”Heguidedheraroundthesideofthehousetowardthefrontyard.Outofsightofthekids,outofearshot.“It’sPrivet,theFloridaPI.”
“IrememberwhoPrivet
is,”shesaidtestily.“Didhetellyouwhohisclientis,finally?”
“No,andhewon’t.Hewasfounddeadearlythismorning,byhissecretary.”
“OhmyGod.Whathappened?”
“Itlookslikehewaskilledbetweentenandmidnight,anditlookslikehewasshotwiththesamegunthatkilledWarren.”
Itshouldn’tcomeasa
shock,shethought,andstillitdid.“Hewasmurdered?”
“That’sright.Lookslikeabreak-in,ormadetolooklikeit.Likeasloppyone.Butthenyoufigure—fromthereportwegotfromtheinvestigatingofficers—hewasshotathisdesk.Hehadanine-millimeterinthedrawer.Therewasn’tanysignhewentforit,orputupafight.Headshot,likeWarren,too.Notacontactshot,butclose
range.”“Letmetakeabreath.”
Shetookitbendingover,handsonherthighs.“Ididn’tlikehim.HescaredmesomecomingintothehouseupNorththewayhedid,andfollowingmehere.Just...lurking.Butheleftmealonewhenyoutoldhimto.”
“Theyfoundpictureshe’dtakenofyouandofCallieinhisoffice,inhisfiles.”
“Callie.”
“Somenoteshe’dmade,anexpenseaccount.Notyetpaid,andoverdue,accordingtothefile.Theydon’thavethenameofthepersonwhohiredhimtoshadowyou.Thelocalsaretalkingtothesecretary,andtohisassociate,butsofarnobodyseemstoknowwhohiredhimforthisparticularjob.Andthere’snorecord.”
“Maybehedidn’thaveaclient.Maybehelied.”
“Maybe.”“But...yousaiditlooked
likeabreak-in,butwasn’t.”“Thedoorwasforcedfrom
theoutside,someelectronicequipmentwasmissing.Hiswatch,hiswallet,thepettycash.Thingstossedaroundsome.Youmightthinkitwasasloppybreak-in.Buthispersonaltabletandlaptop,theyweregone,too.Anditseemstheonesathishousearen’tturningup.”
“Someonewasinhishouse,youthink?”
“Slickerjobthereasthere’snosignofforcedentryatall.Butanythingtodowiththiscaseofhis,exceptforthosepictures,somenotesandexpenses,they’regone.”
Shestraightened.Herfacestillfelttoohot,herheadtoolight,butsheknewhowtofollowbasiclogic.“Youthinkwhathappenedtohimgoesbacktothatdamn
robberyinFlorida.”“Ido,ashebroughtitand
thefinder’sfeeuptomewhenIadvisedhimtomoveon.”
“SobacktoRichard—ortoHarlow,now.Harlowescapedfromprison,andheprobablyhadanewidentitysomewhere.HehiredthedetectivetohelphimfindRichard.ButhefoundmeandCallie.OnlymeandCalliebecauseRichardwasalready
gone.Hecamehere,andhesawhisotherpartner.She’dturnedonhim,sohekilledher.”
“Weknowhewashere.Yousawhimyourself.”
“ThedetectiveeitherthoughtHarlowwasreallyaclient,orwasworkingwithhim.Doesn’tmattermuch,Iguess,whichitwasnow.ButheprobablyletHarlowintotheoffice,sattheretalkingtohim.”
“AndeitherHarlowdidn’tlikewhatheheard,orhefiguredPrivetasalooseend.Hecutitoff,stagedabreak-in,tookwhatheneeded—whateverhefeltmightlinkhim—tookafewvaluables,somecash,andtookoff.”
“Hecan’tthinkI’malooseend,Forrest.HestoleallthatinformationsoheknowsI’mnotjustbrokebutindebt.Ifhe’sstilllookingforthosemillions,heknowsIcan’ttell
himwheretheyare.”“Idon’tknowwhyhe’d
comebackhere,butIwantyoutokeepbeingcareful.He’skilledtwopeoplenow.Miami’sgoingtokeepusupdated—professionalcourtesy.Thefedswillputanoarin,Iexpect.Thedamnthingis,Shelby,theycan’tfindanybodywho’sseenhidenorhairofthisguyexceptyou.”
“Heletmeseehim.”
“That’sright.”Sheglancedtowardthe
backyard,wherethechildrenplayedandherolderbrothertendedthevegetablegarden.“Ican’trun,Forrest.I’vegotnowheretogo,andithastobesaferforCallieherethananywhereelse.I’vegotnothingforthisman.Ihavetobelievehewasjust—likeyousaid—takingcareofalooseend.It’shorrible,butthat’swhathedid.”
“That’swhatitlookslike.Don’tgoanywherewithoutyourphone.”
“Ineverdo.”Shepattedherpocket,andthephoneinit,butForrestshookhishead.
“Anywhere.Youtakeashower,itgoesinthebathroomwithyou.And.”Hepulledasmallcanisteroutofhispocket.
“What’sthis?”“Pepperspray.You’vegot
yourSecondAmendment
rights,butyounevercouldshootworthshit.”
Becausehewasn’tfaroffinthatassessment,shebristled.“Iwasn’tthatbad.”
“Worthshit,”herepeated.“Andyoudon’twantagunaroundCallie.NeitherdoI.Soyouleavetheguntome,butyoutakethis.Youcarrythiswithyou.Youhavetrouble,aimfortheeyes.Putitinyourpocketfornow,”headvisedwhenshestudiedthe
canister.“I’lltakeit,I’llbecareful
ifdoingthatandsayingthatputsyourmindatease.He’snoreasontocomeafterme,especiallynow.Iwanttoputthisaside—thatdoesn’tmeanI’llbestupid—butI’mnotgoingtokeepitatthecenterofmylifeanymore.Now,Mamamadeherpartypotatoesandshe’sdoingupsomecollardgreens.Imarinatedthechickenmyself,
andDaddy’sgoingtogrillthatuponcehegetshome.Whydon’tyoucomeoninandeat?”
“Ihatetosayno.Ilovethosedamnpotatoes.ButI’vegotsomethingstodo.TellMamaI’llcomebylaterifIcan,scroungeupanyleftovers.”
“Iwill.Ineedtogetback,checkonthekids.”
“Yougoon,then.I’llseeyoulater.”
Hewatchedherwalkbackaroundthehouse.Thingstodo,hethought.ThefirstwastogobyGriff’s.Itwouldn’thurttogivehisfriendtheinformation.Hewantedasmanyeyesonhissisterashecouldget.
•••
ONHISHANDSANDKNEES,Griffsetthenexttileonthebathroomfloor.Thegolden
sandcolormadehimthinkofthebeach,sohethoughtthelittleensuitewouldbebothprettyandcheerful.
WhilehelistenedtoForrest,hesatbackonhisheels.
“Itcan’tberandom.BreakingintoaPI’soffice—thatPI’soffice,killinghim.Youguyswiththebadgescan’tthinkthat’srandom.”
“It’sbeinglookedinto.
No,”Forrestadded,leaningonthedoorjambwhileGriffworked.“Wedon’tthinkit’srandom.ThetrickisconnectingPrivettoHarlow,toWarren,tothatfuckerFoxworth,totheMiamicasebackfiveyearsago.OddsareHarlowkilledhim,butyougottaaskwhy.WhatdidthePIknow,orwhodidheknow,’causemaybethoseoddsdon’tplay.Maybethere’ssomebodyelsewe
don’tknowabout.”“That’snotacomfort.”“Nothingcomfortable
aboutanyofthis.”“WhathappenedinMiami
fiveyearsagoisn’tover.”“Nope.”“IfHarlowhadthetake
fromthatjob,he’dbegone.MaybethePIwasthelastthinghehadtocrossoff,andnowheis.Gone.”
Griffsetthespacers,movedtothenexttile.“Then
again,ifthePIknewwherethetakewas,itseemslikehe’dhavebeengone.”
“It’sapuzzle.”“You’reworriedthis
JimmyHarlowmaybemissingsomepiecesyet,andmaystillthinkShelby’sgotthem.”
Forresthunkereddown.“There’snotalotwecandoherebutkeephuntingforhimlocally,askingquestions,showinghispicturearound.
Thefederals,they’resniffingoutleads,butwhatIgetisthereisn’talottosniffatthispoint.They’vedugupsomeofFoxworth’spastassociates—sameonHarlowandWarren.Butnothing’sshakenoutofthat.Notthatthey’retellinguslocalbadges,anyway.”
“Doyouthinkthey’reholdingback?”
“Can’tsayforsure,anddon’tseewhytheywould.
Butyouneverknow.WhatIknowiswe’vegotanunsolvedmurderintheRidge,andthatdoesn’tsitwellwithanyofus.Mysister’sinthemiddleofit,andthatdoesn’tsitwellwithme,orwithanybodyinthedepartment.We’rekeepinganeyeoutforher,extrapatrolsandthelike.Butshe’snotinclinedtohavedinnerwiththesherifforspendthenightwithNobby.”
“Ifshewas,I’dendupinjailforassaultinganofficer.I’mlookingoutforher,Forrest.Shedoesn’tmuchlikethatterminology,butshe’sgoingtohavetolivewithit.It’llbeeasierwhenshemovesinhere.”
NowForrestsatbackonhisheels.“Isthatso?”
“Sureitis.I’vegotthatnewsecuritysystemin—painintheass,butit’sdone.I’vegotthisfierceguarddog.”
TheybothglancedovertowhereSnickerslay,snoringonhisback,feetintheair.
“Vicioussonofabitch,thatdog.”
“He’sjustrestingbetweenpatrols.”
“Uh-huh.IthinkyouknowImeant‘Isthatso?’aboutShelbymovinginhere,notaboutthesafetyofit.”
Griffcontinuedtowork.Layingarowoftilewasmethodical.Soforhimthat
madeitsoothing.“Ican’tpushthatbutton
yet.She’dbalk.Thefuckerdidanumberonher,andshe’sworkingherwaythroughitoroutofitfasterthanmostpeoplewould.Butshe’snotthereyet,sothewordofthedayis‘tenacity’withasideofpatience.Becauseyeah,that’sso.Iwantherhere,withme.IwantherandCallieherewithme.”
“Ifyougothereandwithyourpatienttenacity,son,talkherintomovinginouthere,mymama’sgoingtostartplanningawedding.”
“That’sfine,justthenextstepintheplan.Butit’sgoingtotakeShelbylongertogetthere.”
ForrestsaidnothingasGriffsetthenextspacers,carefullyappliedmoreadhesivetothesubfloor.
“Isitmyunderstanding
you’replanningtomarrymysister?”
Griffsatbackagain,rolledhisshoulders,circledhisneck.“Whatdoyouthinkofthisroom?”
Obliging,Forreststraightenedup,tookaturnaroundthebedroomarea.“Nicespace,windowsoughttogivenicelight,goodviews.Damnbigclosetforasecondarysortofbedroom.Windowseat’sanicetouch,
likehavingitsownbathroom.Thattileyou’relayingoughttogiveitsomeglow.”
“I’mthinkingofaslippertubforinhere,andavanitywithanunder-counterovalsink.I’mafterplentyofstoragewithasmallfootprint.Recessedmedicinecabinetoverthevanity—morestoragethere,butframeitintogiveitsomestyle.Andsomeblingwiththelighting.”
“Slippertubandbling?
Soundsfemale.”“Yeah.Pale,warmgreen
forthebedroomwalls,echooffthebathroomlightingfortheceilingfanwithlightkit.”
“Thebling.”“That’sright.I’mgoingto
doasmallbuilt-inforthecloset,alongwiththerodsandshelves.”
Nodding,Forresttookanotherturnaround,begantoseeit.
“You’reputtingthisroom
togetherforCallie.”“Green’sherfavorite
color,shetellsme.ThatShrekobsessionofhers,that’sboundtopasseventually.Butit’sagoodcolorforher,andforabedroom.Afewyearsdowntheroad,havingherownbathroom’sgoingtomattertoher.”
“Andyou’reamanwholooksdowntheroad.”
“Iam.I’minlovewith
bothofthem,andbeingatrainedobserver,youknowthatalready.Callie’stherewithme;Shelby’sjustgottacatchup.She’llcatchupquicker,Ithink,ifwecanputthisshitstormthefuckerleftherinbehindher.”
“Whatifshedoesn’tcatchup?”
“Iwait.She’stheone,sothat’sthat.AndCallie?Thekidjustlightsmeup.Shedeservesme.Theybothdo.
I’mahellofacatch.”“Shit,Griff,ifyouhadtits,
I’dmarryyoumyself.”“Thereyougo.”Seeing
he’dreachedthepointwherehe’dhavetomeasureandcuttile,Griffpushedtohisfeet.“I’mtakingabreak,tossingasandwichtogether.Youwantone?”
“Thanks,butI’vegotacouplemorethingstodo,andahellofalotbetterwaitinginleftoversatmymama’sonce
Idothem.”“We’llwalkdownwith
you.Comeon,Snick.Timeforpatrol.”
Thedogwavedhisfeetintheair,didanungainlyrollover,thenscrambledup.
“OneofthesedaysI’mgoingtogetmeadog,”ForrestsaidastheystarteddownwithSnickersracingdownthesteps,halfwayup,downagain.
“Snick’slittermatesare
gone,butIsawasignforbeaglepupsontheturnatBlackBearandDryCreek.”
“It’snotoneofthesedaysyet.I’mnothomeenough,andIdon’tthinkthesheriffwouldapproveofmetakingadogforride-alongs.”Forrestglancedatthesecuritypanelastheypassedit.“Whatdoyoufigureondoingifthisfancynewsecuritysystemgoesoff?”
Griffshruggedashe
openedthefrontdoor.“Callyou—andgetmypipewrench.It’sgotweight.”
“Ashotgun’sgoingtocarrymoreweightthanapipewrench,son.”
“Don’thaveone,don’twantone.”
“Cityboy.”Griffbreathedinthenight
whilethedogranoverthepatchofgrasstothevergeofthewoodswherethestreambubbled.
“Notanymore,butIstilldon’twantagun.”
Helookedwesttothefaintblushofpinkthesettingsunpaintedonthecloudsthatsmokedoverthemountains.“Ineverhadanytroublehere.WorriedaboutitsomewhenIhadallthatcopperforrewiringandplumbing.Thatstuff’slikegoldandeasytotransport.Butnothingbutthatonce,andthat’sdirecttothefuckerandtheshitstorm.”
Likehisfriend,Forrestlookedwest,towardcolorandcloud.“You’vegotagoodspothere,Griff.It’sgotafeeltoit,appealing,settled.Butit’safactit’dtakeasolidtenminutesforustorespondtothatnine-one-oneshouldyoucallforit.Youcanloadashotgunwithrocksaltifyou’refeelingdaintyaboutthings.”
“I’llleavethefirearmstoyou,Deputy.I’mdamngood
withapipewrench.”“Suityourself.”Hewould,Griffthoughtas
hestoodinthequiet,lettingthedogrunandsniff,watchingthefirststarwinktolifeinaskygonethecolorofpalepurplevelvet.
Suitinghimselfwasjustwhathewasdoing.Sohe’dgofixthatsandwich,thenfinishthetileinCallie’sbathroom.
“Frontporchswing,”he
said,andbenttorubthedogwhenSnickersracedbacktohim.“MaybeI’llbuildone.Thingsmeanmorewhenyoubuildthem.Let’seatandthinkaboutthat.”
Ifhe’dknownwhilehesatinthekitcheneatingasandwichanddoingsomeroughsketchesofswingsthatsomeonewaswatchingthroughfieldglasses,hemighthavechangedhismindabouttheshotgun.
I27
ttooktimetofinishtheroomhewantedforCallie,tobuildafront
porchswing.ButhehadplentyonhishandsasShelbywaswrappedupintheplansfortheengagementparty.
Ormore,fromwhatshesaid,inkeepingBitsyundercontrol.
Hefilledeveningsandnightshecouldn’tbewithherchippingawayatprojectsonthehouse,andplanningfordowntheroad.
Whentheyfinallymanagedaneveningtogether,shevetoedhissuggestionofdinneroutforacasualoneathisplace.
Thatwasfinewithhim.
Hewasoutintheyardwhenshearrived,justhangingthetireswinghe’dmadeonasturdybranchofanoldhickory.
“Lookatthat!”shecalledout.“There’ssomethingCalliewillmakeabeelinefor.”
“Prettycool,huh?Gotthetirefromyourgrandfather.”
He’dbuiltithorizontally,choosingamid-sizetirethatwouldsuitalittlegirl’sbutt,
andhadfedthechainthroughagardenhosetoprotectthebranch.
“It’ssosweet.”“Wannatryitout?”“OfcourseIdo.”She
handedhimalargeinsulatedjug,leanedinwhenheslidanarmaroundherforakiss.
“What’sinhere?”“Hardlemonade.My
granddaddy’srecipe,andit’sawinner.”Shescootedontothetire,gavethechainsatug.
“It’ssturdy.”“Funcanbesafe,”hesaid,
gaveherapush.Sheleanedback,hair
flying,gavealaugh.“Anditisfun.Whatmadeyouthinkofsuchathing?”
Hedidn’twanttosay—yet—thathe’dbeenlookingatplansforbackyardswingsets,andhadstumbledacrosstheidea.“Justcametome.Ihadthisfriend—whatwashisname?TimMcNaulty—when
IwasaboutCallie’sage.Hehadoneoftheseinhisyard—setvertical.Thiswaymakesmoresense.”
“Iloveit.Sowillshe.”Asifhypnotized,thedog
satontheground,hisheadtiltingthisway,thenthat,followingShelby’srhythm.“Iswear,thatdog’sbiggerthanhewaswhenIsawhimafewdaysago.”
“Nextoutdoorproject’sadoghouse.Abigone.”
“He’llneedbig.”Shejumpedofftheswing.
“I’msorryI’vebeensotieduplately.IfeellikeI’vehadbarelyaminutewithoutsomethingthatneededdoing.”
“Iknowthefeeling.It’snoproblem,Red.Ourbestpalsaregettingmarried.It’salot.”
“It’dbeaMacy’sDayParadeifIcouldn’tkeepMizBitsydown,andthat’staken
everybitofcreativityandenergyIhave.She’sjumpingsofastfromthispartytotheweddingandbackagain,myhead’sonaconstantrevolution.ShegotitintoherheadEmmaKateshouldarriveattheceremony—venueyettobedetermined—inaprincesscarriage.Whitehorsesandacarriage,asEmmaKatehadthatonherweddinglistwhenshewasabouttwelve.Ittooksome
doingtonudgeheroffthatone.”
“EmmaKate’sgoingtooweyoufortherestofherlife.”
“That’sabenefit.Whydon’twe—Oh,Griff,yougotaporchswing!”
Speakingofbeelines,shemadeoneherself,twirledacircle,thefullskirtofhergrass-greensundressbillowing.“Ijustloveit!How’dyoufindonethis
wonderfulblue?”“Likeyoureyes.”He
followedherontotheporch.“Ipaintedit.Imadeit.”
“Youmadeityourself?Ofcourseyoudid.”Shesatdown,pushedoffgentlywithherfeet.“Andit’sperfect,justperfectforsittinghereonalazyafternoonoraquietevening.It’dbeextraperfectifyougotusacoupleoftallglasses,andsatdownherewithmesowecouldsample
thathardlemonade.”“Berightback.”Whenthedogtriedto
climbupwithher,sheheftedhimup—noeasytasknow.“You’realmosttoobig.”Butshehookedanarmaroundhim,swingingandthinkingshe’drarelyseenaprettierspot.
Allsogreenandprivatewiththeskyabluedomedashedwithwhiteclouds.Shecouldhearthestream,
fastandlivelyfromthelastrains,andtheinsistent,echoingrat-a-tat-tatofawoodpeckerbusysomewherebeyondthegreen,settingupthepercussionsectionforthechorusofbirds.
“He’sgotmyspot,”Griffsaidwhenhebroughtoutthedrinks.
“Hedidn’twanttobeleftout.”
Resigned,Griffsatontheothersideofthedog,who
wiggledwithabsolutejoy.“Therecouldn’tbeabetter
spotforaporchswing.”Shesampledthedrink.“IthinkIdidGrandpaproud.”
“I’llsay.”“Itgoesdowneasy,butit’s
gotakick.It’smadeforsipping.Andsippingonawarmevening,onaporchswing,isevenbetter.You’vegotyourownlittleEdenhere,Griffin.”
“Edenneedsconsiderable
workyet.”“IfAdamandEvehadput
sometimeintoworkingthegardeninsteadofpickingapples,theymightstillbethere.Gardens,houses,lives,they’reacontinualworkinprogress,aren’tthey?Istoppedprogressonmineforawhile,butI’mmakingupforit.It’speacefulhere.Thelight,theswing,thisveryfinelemonade.You,thissweetdog.I’mgoingtogetwhat’s
notpeacefuloutoftheway,thenwewon’thavetothinkaboutitagain.”
“Somethinghappened.”“Idon’tknowforcertain,
butIknownowyoudidn’ttalktoForrestthisafternoon.”
“No,nottoday.”“I’mguessingheknewI
wascomingover,andI’dtellyou.Thepolicethinktheymighthaveakindofwitness.Onthedetective.TheFBIagentsaregoingintotalkto
him.”“Whatdidhesee?”“They’renotaltogether
convincedhesawmuchofanything,oranythinguseful.Buttheman—aboy,really—wasinthebuildingthenightPrivetwaskilled.Hesaidhowheheardthispop.Justonepop,likeamuffledfirecracker,hesaid.Hedidn’tthinkmuchofit.Thetiming’sright,andmore,hesawwhotheythinkisthekillerleave.”
“Harlow?”“Theycan’tsayforsure,
buthe’sclaimingthepersonhesawwasn’tthatbig—tallorbroad.Nobeard,either.Hesaysblondhair—veryblond—andglasseswiththick,darkrims.Wearingadarksuit.Hesayshowhecan’tbesureofmuch,itwasonlyaquickglimpse—sawhimleavingthebuildingwhenhewaslookingoutthewindow.Sawhimwalkacrossthestreetand
getintoabigSUV.”“Wig,glasses,shave.”
Griffshrugged.“Ataglance,inthedark,it’shardtosayifitwasHarlowornot.”
“More,hewasalittlehighatthetime,andwhereheshouldn’thavebeen.That’swhyhedidn’tsayanythinguntilhewaspickedupforpossession,andnotthefirsttimeonthat.He’dbeenworkingasaphotographer’sassistantinthatbuilding,and
he’dgoneinlatebecausehewassettinguptoshootsomepornontheside.He’stryingtomakeadealsohedoesn’thavetogotojail.”
“Sohecouldbemakingituptryingtosavehisass.”
“Hecould,buthehasthetime,andthatsinglepop.Justone.Thepolicedidn’tsayhowmanytimesPrivetwasshot,howmanyshotsfired.Sothat’ssomethingtoconsider.”
Griffconsidereditwhiletheyglidedontheswingandsipped.“It’sastretchtothinksomebodyelseshotthePI.Samegun,that’swhattheysaid,astheoneusedtokillWarren.AndweknowHarlowwasinthearea.Butlet’sstretchit.Somebodyelseisinvolved,somebodyelsehiredthedetective.MaybesomebodyconnectedtotheMiamiMontvilles,ortheinsurancecompany,or
somebodyRichardworkedwithatsomepoint.”
“ItmakesmewonderifmaybethatsomebodykilledRichardandstagedtheboatingaccident.”
“Biggerstretch.”“Iknowit,buthewasso
determinedtogo,soI’mwonderingnowifitwastomeetsomebody,tofinallydealwiththejewelryhe’dstolen.Anotherdoublecross,butonhimthistime.”
“Whatwouldyoudoifyou’djustgottenyourhandsonmillionsinjewelry—nothotanymore—andhadkilledtogetyourhandsonit?”
“I’drunfastandfar,but...”
“Therearestilltwopeoplewhowantwhatyouhave,”Grifffinished.“Soyouhireadetective,andyouputhimonit.Andonyou,Red,incaseyouknewsomething.”
“Griff,it’smademethink
abouthowmanypeopleIletintothathouseupNorthinthoseweeksafterRichard’sdeath.Imighthavelethiskiller—iftherewasone—insidetogivemeanappraisal,totakesomethingaway.OrallthetimesIwasoutofthehouseforhoursatago.Someonewhoknewhowcould’vegottenin,lookedaroundalltheywanted.IfRichardleftsomethingbehindthatmatteredinall
this.“Idon’tknow.MaybeI’m
makingitmorecomplicatedthanitalreadyis.”
“It’sprettyriskytotrytostageaboatingaccidentinthemiddleofastorm.Whynotjustdumpthebody—orleaveitliketheothers?”
“Idon’tknow.”Butshe’dcheweditoverendlessly.“Iwasthinkingtobuytime.Ormaybeitwasanaccident—killingRichard,Imean.And
theresthappenedfromthere.Andthesimplestisusuallyright,”shefinished.“Richarddiedinanaccident.Harlowkilledthewomanandthedetective.Andthiswitnesswascokedup,gotnomorethanaglimpseoutawindow.I’mgoingtostopworryingaboutitasofrightthisminute.
“We’vegotthisbeautifulevening,andafewhourstoenjoyit.”
“Maybeyoucouldstay,juststayagain.Icouldgetanotherinvitationtobreakfast.”
Shesmiled,sipped.“IthappensIhaveanovernightbaginthecar,incaseIgotaninvitation.”
“I’llgetit.”“Thankyou.It’sonthe
floorofthepassengerseat.Oh,andthere’sablanketontheseat.Wouldyoubringthat,too?”
“Areyoucold?”heaskedasheheadedforthecar.“Itmustbeeighty,atleast.”
“Idoloveawarmevening.MakesmefeellikeI’llneverwanttogoinside,juststayout,watchtheskychange,thelightchange,hearthefirstnightbirdswhentwilightcomes.”
“Wecanstayoutaslongasyouwant.”Hestartedbackwithbagandblanket.“Ifellbackontheoldreliableof
steaksonthegrill.”“Thatsoundsperfect.For
later.”Shetooktheblanketfrom
him,gaveitaquickwhipintheairtoopenit.
“Where’dthedoggo?”“Oh,Iputhiminside,with
therawhideboneIhadinmypocket.Ithinkwe’llallbehappierthisway.”Shelaidtheblanketontheporch,straightened,shookherhairback.Smiled.“BecauseI
thinkit’stimeyougotmenakedontheporch.”
Shestaggeredhim.Arousedhim.Delightedhim.“Isthatwhattimeitis?”
“Ithinkit’spasttime,butIknowyou’llmakeupforit.”
“Icandothat.”Hesetherbagaside,pulledherintohisarms.
Hetookhistimesothekissaloneleftherlimp—allwaterykneesandmistythoughts.Hehadawayof
makingthatmeetingoflipsintoalong,slowshimmer.Akindlingratherthananexplosion.
Wrappedinhim,seducedwhenshehadthoughttoseduce,sheletherselfbeguided,letherselfbeglidedalongtheriverofsensation.Swayingtohim,withhim,ontheoldfrontporchwiththesunlightlikeshatteredgoldandtheworldtoostillforasingleleaftostir.
Heeasedthezipperdownatthebackofherdress,enjoying,lingeringovereveryinchofskinheexposed.Softassilk,smoothaslakewater.
Histotouch.Henudgedthestrapsfrom
hershoulders,gavehimselfthepleasureoflayinghislipsthere.Strongerthanshelooked,hethought.Shouldersthatdidn’tshirkfromliftingaload.
Hewanted—needed—tohelpherwiththeweight.
Fornow,hegavethedressalittlebrushsoitflowedlikeairtoherfeet.Theprettybitsoflacesheworeechoedthetendergreenofthedress.
“Iboughtthemspecial.”Shelaidfingertipsbetweenherbreastswhenhelookeddownather.“Ishouldn’t’vespentthemoney,but—”
“Wortheverypenny.I’llpayyouback.”
“I’mcountingonit,”shesaidbeforehismouthtookhersagain.
Alittlestronger,alittledeepernowsoherheadfellbacktoacceptallheoffered,togiveallheasked.
Hedrewherdownwithhimsotheykneltontheblanket.TheirlipsbrokeapartlongenoughforhertotugtheT-shirtheworeoverhishead;metagainasshetosseditaside.Hotfleshunderher
hands,thewaterandsoapofhisshowerteasinghersensesassheplayedkissesoverthecurveofhisshoulder.
Andstillthatfaint,lingeringscentofsawdust,remindingherasthecallousedpalmsremindedher,heworkedwithhishands.
Aquickshiverranoverherskin,ranintoherbloodwhenheflickedtheclaspofherbraopen.Thoseworking
handscuppedherbreasts,theroughpadsofhisthumbsstrokedacrosshernipples,wakingnewneeds,churningupastorminherbelly.
Everythinginhersofullnow,sotenderandalreadyyearning.Buthishandscontinuedtoplayoverher,findingmore,stirringmore.
Helaidherback,ranhisfingeralongtheedgeofthepanties,alongthatvulnerablelinebetweenthighandcenter.
Thatsoundinherthroat,notquitemoan,notquitesigh.Itcouldundohim.Hisownneedsgathered,butheheldthem,heldthem,floatinghispalmoverthelace,buildingtheheatunderthethinbarrieruntilherhandslosttheirgriponhim.
Herbreathquickened,deepened;thelidsloweredoverthemagicblueofhereyes.
Histotouch,hethought
again.Histohave.Heslippedthatthinbarrier
awayandtookherup,tookheroverwithhishands.
Itburstthroughher,lightningthroughthestorm,slashingpleasure,anewflashofdeep,drivingneed.Shedraggedathisbelt,impatientnowforall,totake,betaken.
Hedrewherupagaintohelpher,thentookherhandsinhistostillthemwhensheyankedathisjeans.
“Norush.”Herbreathinrags,desirea
singlemadache,shelookedathim—andsawthatsameneed,thatsameaching.
“MaybeI’minmoreofahurrythanyou.”
“Let’sjusttakeaminute.”Hekeptherhandstrappedinhis,tookhermouthagain.“Iloveyou.”
“Oh,God,Griff.”“Ineedtosayit,needyou
tohearit.WhileI’vegotyou
nakedontheporch.Iloveyou.Idon’thavetorushit.”
“Ican’tgetahandleonwhatIfeel,onwhatyoudoinsidemeevenwhenyou’renotthere.It’ssomuch.”Shepressedherfaceintohisshoulder.“It’sallsomuch.”
“Thatworksfornow.”Heeasedherbacksohecouldbringupherhands,kissthembeforeheletthemgo.“Itallworks.”
Heshifted,loweringtothe
blanketagainsoshelayoverhim.Hethreadedhisfingersthroughherhair,lovingthemassofit,thewildcurlsandcolor.
Shedidn’thavehispatience,butshetriedtofindsome,guidinghimnowthroughthekiss,lettingherhandsstrokeandstir,feelinghisheartkickunderherlips.
Whenatlasttherewasnothingbetweenthem,sheroseoverhim,tookhimin.
Filled.Surrounded.Joined.Shepressedhishandsto
herheartsohecouldfeelitdrummingwhileshesettherhythm.
Slow,shefoughttokeepitallslow,andfoundthestaggeringpleasureofthateasypace.Rollsofitflowinginlikeasea,buildinglayerbylayerlikeclouds.
Withtheairthickashoney,thesunlightstreaming,sherodehimoverthatsea,
higherintothoseclouds.Sheclung,clung,clungtothatbreathlesspeak.Thenletherselfbesweptaway.
Shecouldhearthebirdsagain,littletrillsandwhistlesthroughthecirclingwoods.Shecouldevenhearthefaintestrustleofthefaintestbreezethroughthetrees,likequietbreath,nowthatherheartwasn’thammeringinherears.
Andsheknewthepure,
satedjoyoflyinglimpontheporch,athoroughlysatisfiedwoman,besidethemansheinturnhadthoroughlysatisfied.
“IwonderwhattheUPSguywould’vethoughtifhe’dcomedrivinguptothehouse.”
Shelbymanagedasigh.“Areyouexpectingadelivery?”
“Youneverknow.Ididn’teventhinkaboutit.Whocouldthink?”
“It’snicenottothink.ItseemsIspendmosteveryhourofmydayhavingtodojustthat.Idon’tthinkwhenI’msinging,andIdon’thavetothinkwhenyoustartkissingme.Iguessit’slikeasong.”
“Iwasthinking.”“Mmmm.”“Iwasthinkingyoulooked
likesomesortofmountaingoddess.”
Shechokedoutalaugh.
“Goddess.Dogoon.”“Allthatcrazyredhair,the
moon-whiteskin.Soslimandstrong,andeyeslikeblueshadows.”
“Well,thatislikeasong.”Moved,andalittlenervouswithit,sherolledoveragain,proppedonhischest.“You’vegotsomepoetry,Griffin.”
“That’saboutit.”“It’smorethanenough.”
Shetracedafingerdownhis
cheek.“Youcouldbeagod,allthesehollowshere.”Anddowntheothercheek.“Thesun-streakedhair,allthosefine,finemuscles.”
“We’reaset.”Shelaughed,loweredher
foreheadtohis.“Howdeepisthatstreamofyoursthesedays,Griff?”
“Iguessabouttomid-thigh—yourthigh.”
“That’lldoit.Let’sgosplashinthestream.”
Heopenedoneeye,onecat-greeneye.“Youwanttosplashinthestream?”
“Withyou,Ido.Wecanfinishworkingupanappetite,andhaveanotherglassofthatlemonadewhileweputdinnertogether.”
Beforehecouldthinkofareasonagainst,shegotup,tuggedonhishand.
“We’restillnaked,”hepointedout.
“Nopointgettingour
clotheswet,isthere?Letthedogout,”shesuggested,thendashedaway.
Agoddess,hethought.Orwhatwasthatthing...asprite.Buthedidn’timaginespriteshadsuchlonglegs.HeletthedogoutasShelbyranoverhislawn,then,thinkingofthemorepractical,duckedintothehouse,grabbedacoupleoftowels.
Hewasn’taprude—andwouldhavebeeninsultedto
betermedone.Butitfeltprettydamnweirdtorushoverhisownfrontyardwearingnothingbutskin.
Beforehegotthroughtheflankingtrees,heheardthesplash,thelaugh,andthejoyfulyipofthedog.
Shemaderainbows,hethought,thewayshetossedwaterupsothedropscaughtthedappledlightandshoneintoquickcolor.Thedoglapped,barked,swamsome
inthedeeperwater,thenshookhimselfintheshallows.
Griffhungthetowelsoverabranch.
“It’ssowonderfullycool.Youcoulddropalineinhere,maybecatchsomething.Youfollowthestreamdownawayswhereitwidens,deepens,youcouldcatchyoursuppermostanyevening.”
“I’veneverfished.”
Shestraightened,nakedandobviouslystunned.“Inyourlife?”
“Igrewupinthe’burbs,Red,spentalotoftimewithurbanactivities.”
“Wehavetofixthattheveryfirstchanceweget.Fishing’sgoodforyou.It’srelaxing,andyou’reapatientmansoitshouldsuityou.Whatkindofurbanactivities?”
“Me?”Hesteppedintothe
water,andshewasright,itwascool.“Sportsmostly.Basketballinthewinter,baseballinthesummer.Ineverwentoutforfootball.Ihadaprettyskinnybuild.”
“Ilikebaseball.”Shesatdowninthewater,letitbubbleoverher.“Ibelievemydaddymighthavetradedmeforanothermodelotherwise.Whatpositiondidyouplay?”
“Didsomepitching,
coveredsecond.Likedplayingsecondbetter,Iguess.”
“Howcomeyou’renotplayingontheRaiderssoftballteam?TheRidgehasaprettygoodteam.”
“Imighttryitnextyear.Thisyear,freetime’sforthehouse.Aren’tyouworriedaboutrocksunderyourass,orsomefishswimmingup...whereIjustwas?”
Shelaughed,layback
enoughtodipherhairinthewater.“Youreallyarecitifiedyet.Iknowacoupleofgoodswimmingholes.Weoughttotryonesomenight.”
“MaybeI’llputinapond.Ithoughtaboutaswimmingpool,butthat’salotofmaintenance,plus,itdoesn’tfithere.Butapondwould.”
“Youcoulddothat?”“Maybe.Somethingto
thinkaboutdowntheroad.”“Ilovetoswim.”Relaxed,
evenalittledreamy,shetrailedherfingersbackandforthtoripplethewater.“IstartedteachingCalliebeforeshecouldwalk.AndwehadapoolinthecondoinAtlanta,sowecouldswimallyear-round.Whenshe’salittleolder,I’lltakeherraftingwithoneofClay’sgroups.She’sfearless,andshe’dlikethat.ButIwantanotheryearorsoonherfirst.”
Shecockedherhead.
“Haveyoutriedthat?”“Thewhitewater?Yeah.
It’sarush.IfiguredongoingagainwhenmyparentscomedowninAugust.”
Hertrailingfingersstilled.“Oh,they’recomingforavisit?”
“Workingvacation—they’llgivemeaboutaweekontheplaceinearlyAugust.I’vegotsomeworkIwanttogetdonebeforetheydo.AndIwantthemtomeetyou.”
Thathadnervesdancinginherstomach.
“IwantthemtoseeforthemselvesI’mnotexaggerating.”
“You’vetoldthemaboutme?”
Hegaveheralonglook.“Whatdoyouthink?”
“Well.”Shesatupagain.Thosenervesweredoinganenthusiasticclogdancenow.“Um.Well,myfamilyhasabigbackyardpartyearlyin
August.Ifthetiming’sright,andyouthinkyourparentswouldliketocome,they’dbewelcome.”
“Iwashopingyou’dsaythat.Areyoucold?”
“No.”Morethannerves,shethought,andglanced—suddenlyuneasy—overhershoulder.“Agoosewalkedovermygrave,Iguess.ButI’mgladyoubroughtthetowels.”Sherose,watersluicingoffherskin,reached
forone.“Ididn’tthinkaboutdryingoff.”
Hetippedherfaceup.“Doyouhaveaproblemmeetingmyparents?”
“No.Itmakesmealittlenervous,butthat’snatural,isn’tit?It’s...”Shehunched,shivered.“Somethingbetweenmyshoulderblades,andnowI’vegotthewilliesfornoreasonIcanname.”
Shewrappedthetowel
aroundherself,feltmarginallybetter.Sosheleanedintohim.“I’mnervousaboutmeetingyourparents,butI’mgladIwill.Ithinkit’snicethey’dcomedownheretohelpyouwiththehouse,spendtimewithyou.AndIthinktheymustbegoodpeopletohavemadesomeonelikeyou.”
“You’lllikethem.”“IbetIwill.Let’sgoin,
allright?Ican’tsettlethis
itchbetweenmyshoulderblades.”
Hetooktheothertowel,thenherhand.
Fieldglassesfollowedthemthroughthetrees,acrossthelawn.
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helbylethermothertalkherintoafacial.Sheshould’veknown
betterasbeingnexttonakedontherecliningchairunderablanketwaskintobeinginaclosedboxwhendealingwith
AdaMae.“It’sniceGriffin’speople
arecomingdownthissummer.Itoldyouhowwemetthemlastfall.”Havingdonethecleansing,thetoning,thegentleexfoliation,AdaMaeusedhertrulyskilledfingerstoapplyathicklayerofenergizingmask.
“Theycouldn’thavebeennicer.Itookoverabasketoftomatoesfrommygarden,
andwesatdownandhadsomesweetteaonthefrontporchwherehismama’dbeenworkingonsomeofthegarden.Why,she’dhackedandcutanddugawayatthatscrubandtanglelikeawomanonamissionfromGod.Poisonivyinthere,too.Ishowedherhowyoupullupsomejewelweed,usethejuiceofitwhenyougetpoisonivyonyou.BeingfromBaltimore,shedidn’t
knowaboutthat.“Wehadagoodchat.”“Youtooktomatoesover
soyou’dgetinvitedtositontheporch.”
“Neighborlyis,neighborlydoes.I’msayingNatalie—that’shismama’sname—isagoodwoman.Andhisdaddy—that’sBrennan—he’safineman,fine-looking,too.Grifffavorshimtothelife,Iswear.Youknowwhatelse?”
“Whatelse,Mama?”
“They’rejustasfondofMatt,justlikehewasoneoftheirown,andEmmaKaterightalong,too.Thattellsmesomethingaboutaperson,thattheycanembracesomebodyintothefamily,bloodornot.Thismask’sjustgoingtosetawhile.I’mgoingtodoyourhandsandfeetwhileitdoes.”
Shelbymighthavesaidnottotrouble,butnooneintheworldgaveafootrublike
AdaMaePomeroy.“Youneedafresh
pedicure,babygirl.Anddon’tsayyoudon’thavetime.Everybodywhoworksherehastoshowofftheproductsandservices—youknowhowyourgrannyfeelsaboutthat.Youneedsomeprettysummertoes,that’swhat.WegotthatWistfulWisteria.It’sagoodmatchforyoureyes.”
“Allright,Mama.”She’d
seeifMaybelineorLorileecouldsqueezeherinforaquickone.
“Yourskin’slookingjustbeautiful,andsoareyou.Itdoesmyheartaworldofgood.”
“Homecooking,steadyworkandseeingmyownbabygirlthrive.”
“Andregularsex.”Shelbyhadtolaugh.“I
guessIcan’tsaythat’snotafactor.”
“Iknowyoustillhaveworries,butthey’regoingtopass.ThatJimmyHarlowperson,he’sthousandsofmilesawaydoingGodknowswhattowho.ButIsayiftheFBIhasn’tfoundhim,he’stakenhimselfofftosomewhereforeign.GonetoFrance.”
Eyesclosed,herfeetalreadyinbliss,Shelbysmiled.“France?”
“Firstplacepoppedinto
myhead.Buthe’sgone.”Sheslippedbootiesonto
Shelby’srubbed,creamedandveryhappyfeet.Andstartedonherhands.
“Justlikethatno-goodArloKattery’sgone,maybeforfiveyearsinjail,Ihear.AndMelodyBunker,too.WordIgetiswhenshegetsoutofthatfancyrehabplace,shemightbemovinguptoKnoxville,whereMizFlorence’sbrotherlives.”
“Idon’tcarewhereshegoesorwhatshedoes.Iswear,allthattroublefromherseemsyearsago.It’shardtobelieveitwasonlyweeks.Iwonderatsomeonelikeher,Mama,whothinkssomuchofherselfshecan’tseeshedoesn’tleavemuchofamarkonanyone’slife.”
“Shetriedleavingoneonyours.”
“Well,shedidn’t.”“You’redoingsomething
withyourlife,Shelby,andwe’reproudofyou.”
“Iknowyouare.Youshowmeeveryday.”
“Tellmewhatyouwant,baby.Iknowyou’vegotsomethinggoingoninyourhead.Icanseeit.”
Relaxed,drifting,Shelbysighed.“I’vestartedtakingsomeclassesonline.”
“Iknewitwassomething!Whatclasses?”
“Oninteriordecorating.
It’sjustacouplelittlecourses,butI’mdoingprettywell,andIlikeit.IthoughtI’dtakeanotherwhenit’sdoneandIcanaffordit,andabusinesscourse,too.Gettheexperienceandeducation.”
“You’vegotatalentforit.Yousignupforthoseothercourses,ShelbyAnne.YourdaddyandIwillpayforthem.”
“I’mpaying,Mama.”“Youlistentomenow.We
workedhard,yourdaddyandI,tosendyourbrotherstocollege.Theyhadtowork,too,butweborethebruntbecausethat’swhatparentsdo.Wedowhatwecan.We’dhaveseenyouthroughcollegejustthesame.Youtookanotherpathforawhile.Butifyou’relookingtogetmoreeducation,we’repaying.You’ddoitforCallie,anddon’ttellmedifferent.”
“Iwasn’tgoingtotellyoubecauseIknewthisiswhatyou’dsay.”
“Youaskyourdaddywhathethinks,andyou’llgetthesameansweryou’regettingfromme.You’renotsittingaroundlookingforustopayyourwaythroughlife.You’reworking,you’retendingyourownchild,andstrivingto...tohoneaGod-giventalent.IfIcan’tgivemyowndaughterahandup,well,whatkindof
motherwouldIbe?”Openinghereyes,Shelby
sawwhatshe’dimaginedinherhead.Hertall,occasionallyfiercemother,standingoverher,faceset.“Iloveyousomuch,Mama.”
“You’dbetter.Youcanpaymebackhelpingmefreshenupthelivingroom.Nowthatwe’vedonesomuchnewupstairs,it’slookingtiredtome.”
“You’llgetaroundDaddy
onthattellinghimIneedtheexperience.”
“Andyou’llgetit,whileI’llgetafreshlookinthatroom.”
SheslippedmittensonShelby’shands,wentaround,beganaslow,gloriousneckrub.“NowthatI’vegotyouwhereIwantyou,I’mgoingtosaywhenGriff’speoplecomevisiting,youshouldgooverthereonenight,cookthemdinner.Showthemwhat
agoodcookyouare.”“Mama—”“Iknowmostwomen
don’tlikeanotherwomanintheirkitchen.”Inhercheerfulway,AdaMaerolledrightoverobjections.“Butshe’llbevisiting,andworkingwhilesheis.IknowI’dappreciatesomebodysettingagoodmealinfrontofmeafteralongworkday.Don’tIappreciatewhenyoudoitforme?”
“Youdo,but—”“Yououghttomakethat
pastasaladlikeyoumadeforyourdaddyandmetheothernight,withthosefancychickenbreastsandgoodfreshpeas.”
“Mama,that’sweeksawayyet.”
“Timemoveswhetherwe’rewatchingtheclockornot.”
“Iknowit,andthat’swhyI’vegotEmmaKate’s
engagementpartythisweekwhenitseemsliketwominutesagoMattputtheringonherfinger.I’vegotsomuchtodoyet,tothinkaboutdoing.”
“Iwishyou’dletmetreatyoutoanewformalforit.”
They’dbeenthisround,Shelbythought,andshewasgrateful,butshe’dratherspendthemoneyondesignclassesandcontinuinghereducation.“Ilovethatyou’d
wantto,butIjustdon’thavecallforthatkindofdressnow,soit’dbewastedonjustonewearing.AndI’mgoingtoberunningaroundallnight,makingsureeverythinggoesjustasit’ssupposedto—andkeepingMizBitsyinline,moreorless.”
“Blessherheart,sheneedssomeoneto.”
“Andthat’smethisSaturdaynight.It’llbeeasierformedoingallthatifI’m
notwearingalongdress.”She’dhadenoughlong,fancydressesoverthelastfewyears,andsellingthemhadputsomeblackinkinherledger.“YouthinkIoughttowearmyhairupordown?”sheasked,knowingthatwouldcarveanewavenueforhermothertotravel.
“Oh!Mamacouldgiveyouawonderfulupdo,onethatmakesthemostofyourcurlsinsteadofhidingthem.”
SinceAdaMaewasoffandrunning,Shelbyjustclosedhereyesandenjoyedtherestofherfacial.
Shedidhavealottodo,andashorttimetogetitdone.Exchanginge-mails,calls,textswiththeeventmanageratthehotelateupconsiderableasthemanagerwasgratefultodealwithherratherthanthebride-to-be’s“enthusiasticandcreativemother.”
Shelbyreadthatsubtextclearly.
Shehadwhatshehopedwouldbethefinalconversationwiththefloristbeforetheactualeventsetup,andyetanotherwithBitsy.
Butshetookamoment—withhernewWinsomeWisteriatoes—tositonthelittlebackpatiowithhergrandmotherattheendoftheworkday.
“You’reglowing,girl.”
Shelbytookasipofsweettea.“Mama’sagenius.”
“She’sgotatalent,butshehadfinematerialtoworkwith.You’relookinghappythesedays,andthere’snobetterbeautytreatment.It’shardtobringaglowoutwithoutthehappy.”
“Iamhappy.Callie’sjustthriving,we’vegotanewbabyinthefamilytospoilandmybestfriend’sgettingmarried.Workinghere’s
broughtbacktomehowmuchIlovetheRidge.Thenthere’sthebigbonusofmyFridayNightsatthebarandgrill.”
Shetookanothersip.“Andlastbutfarfromleast,I’vegotmyselfaboyfriendwhomakesmeglowevenwhenhe’snotaround.Igotawfullucky,Granny.Somesecondchancescometoolate.”
“You’reworkingforyours.”
“Iwon’tbestoppingthatanytimesoon.NowthatI’vegotmyglowon,andmynailsallpretty,Iwantedtoseeifyou’dhavetimeSaturdaytodoupmyhairbeforetheparty.”
ViolaeyedShelbyovertherimofherglass.“Andyou’regoingtoletmehavemywaywithit?”
“I’dneverquestiontheexpert.”
“Good.I’vegotideas
there.Nowtellmewhat’sreallyonyourmind.”
Grannyalwayshadreadherlikeabook.“Theparty’sthemainfocusrightnow.DoyouknowIjusttalkedMizBitsy—andittooksomedoing—outofthelast-minutehiringofasmallstringorchestratoplayintheballroom?Godknowswhatshe’sgoingtocookupthatwehavetotossoutagainfortheweddingwhenitcomes.”
“Shedoeslovehergirl,butblessherheart,she’salwayshadfancyideasthatdon’tfitEmmaKateanymorethanBitsy’ssize-fiveshoeswould.There’sanotherfocusinthere,Shelby.Icanseeit.”
“Ireallydowantyouropinionandadvice.Ijust...I’msogratefultobeabletoworkhere,Granny,notjustbecauseIneededajob,butbecauseithelpedmecomeback.Helpedmefeelpartof
thingshereagain.IwantyoutoknowhowgratefulIam.”
“Ifyou’vegotanotherjoblinedup,Shelby,I’mnotgoingtobeupsetaboutit.Ineverfiguredthissituationherewaspermanentforyou.Runningthisplacewouldn’tfityouanymorethanBitsy’sshoes,either.Whatareyoulookingat?”
“It’snotyet.Probablynotforsixmonths.Maybelonger—probablylonger,”she
amended.“I’mtakingacouplesclassesonline,ondecorating.”
“You’vegotaknackforthatlikeAdaMaedoesforskin.Iusedtothinkyou’dmakeyourfameandfortunefromyourvoice—thenuseyourtalentfordecoratingonthebighousesyou’dhave.”
“I’mnotwillingtodoalltheworkamusiccareerneeds.Thenights,thetouring,the...well,the
focusagain.That’sjustnotformeanymore,forwhoIamnow.Idon’tgetasecondchancethere—Ithrewthataway,andI’mnotlookingtofinditagain.”
“Life’sjustacontinualstreamofchoices.You’remakinganotherchoicenow.”
“IthinkIcouldbuildsomethingformeandCallie,Granny.”
Lipscurved,eyessharp,Violanodded.“You’re
lookingforwardtowardacareer.Notajob,avocation.”
“Iam.I’mdoingreallywellwiththeseclasses,andI’mgoingtoaddinothers—oneonbusinessmanagement,too.”
Asshenoddedagain,Viola’ssmilespread.“You’vegotthatintheblood,buteducationaddstoit.”
“I’mnotgoingtorushit.IhelpedGillywithherbedroom,andEmmaKate
withsomeideasforherapartment,justtoseeifIcouldworkwithsomebody’sspace,andtheirneeds.NowMamawantsmetohelpherfreshenupherlivingroom.Ican’tsayhowDaddy’sgoingtofeelaboutthat.”
ViolareturnedShelby’sgrin.“Mendon’tlikechangeasarule,buttheygetusedtoit.”
Revvedupnow—nooneknewstartingabusinessfrom
thegrounduplikeViolaMacNeeDonahue—Shelbyedgedforwardinherchair.
“I’vegotsuchideasforoveratGriff’s.SometimesIbitemytonguebecauseit’shisplace,andhe’ssosmartandcleveraboutitalready.”
“Anyonesmartandclevervaluesanothereye,anotherperspectiveonthings.”
“Well,sometimesIdon’tbitemytongueintime,andhehasn’tgottenputoutbyit.
Anyway,I’mgoingtotaketheseclasses,getthecredentials,thenI’mgoingtotrytostartupasmallbusiness.I’llneedtokeepworkingtosupportmyselfandCallie,andgetthisdamndebtpaidinfull.Startingsmall’stheidea,likeyoudid—andGrandpa,too.Buildingsteady.DoyouthinkI’vegottherightdirection?”
“Doesitmakeyouhappy?”Violaheldupa
finger,thentappeditonthetable.“Don’tgodiscountingbeinghappyinyourwork,Shelby.It’shardenoughgoingtoajobeverydayanddealingwithabossifyou’renothappywithyourwork.Butwhenit’syourown,everything’sonyou.Ifitdoesn’tmakeyouhappy,you’rebetteroffdrawingthatpaycheckandleavingtheworrytosomebodyelse.”
“ThisisjustwhyIwanted
totalktoyoubeforeItooktoomanymoresteps.Itdoesmakemehappy,Granny.ItmademesohappyjustdoingthoselittlebitsforGillyandEmmaKate,seeinghowpleasedtheywere,knowingIcouldseewhatthey’dlikeandhowthey’dlikeit.AndIfeltsosillyhappywhenGriffusedthepaintcolorIpickedforthefrontroom,andhowheboughtthispaintedchestIsawoveratTheArtfulRidge
—it’ssurenicebeingabletogointherenow—andjustmentionedhowitwouldlookgoodatthefootofhisbed.Anditdoes.”
“Thenyoudoit.Dowhatmakesyouhappy.”
Onalongbreath,Shelbysatback.“Itakeastepforward,likewiththeclasses,thenItaketwoback.Atleastinmyhead.IthoughtRichardwouldmakemehappy.”
“Youmadeamistake,”
Violasaidflatly.“Itwon’tbethelastyou’llmakebeforeyou’redonewiththeworld.Notifyou’reluckyenoughtolivealong,full,interestinglife.”
“Icanhopeit’sthebiggestoneI’llevermake.”ShereachedforViola’shand.“Willyouhelpme?Idon’tmeanwiththemoneyI’llneedtogetgoing.Imean,whenI’mreadytostartthingsup,canIaskyouthehalfa
millionquestionsI’mboundtohave?”
“I’dbeinsultedifyoudidn’t.I’vegotaheadforbusiness,andyourgrandfatherdoes,too.Whodoyouthinkhelpedyourdaddygetthebusinesssideofhispracticegoing?”
“Ishould’vefigured.I’mcountingonyou.”
“I’llcountonyourightback.Well,lookhere,we’vegotusahandsomemancome
tocall.”“MizVi.”Mattwalked
overtothetable,bentdowntokisshercheek.“Excusethegrunge.WejustfinishedupforthedayoveratBootlegger’s.”
“Andhow’sthatcoming?”“We’vegotthefootersin,
readyfortheinspectortomorrow.Howareyou,Shelby?”
“I’mgood,thanks.Whydon’tIgogetyouacold
drink?”Heliftedthebottlehe
carried.“HaveGatorade,willtravel.”
“Aglasswithice,then.”“Realmendon’tneed
glasses.”Withawink,hechuggedstraightfromthebottle.“EmmaKatementionedyouwantedtotalktome.Justme.”Nowhewiggledhiseyebrows,madeherlaugh.
“Idid,butIdidn’texpect
youtomaketimesosoon.You’vegotalotgoingon.”
“Sodoyou.Iheardyoujustheadedoffastringorchestra.Consideryourfeetkissed.”
“Yousitondown,”Violatoldhim.“Takemychair,”sheaddedassherose.“I’mshufflingmytiredfeethome,andhavingmyselfadrinkwithmorekickthantea.Youbehaveyourselfwithmygirl,Matthew.”
“Yes,ma’am.”“I’llseeyoutomorrow,
Granny.LovetoGrandpa.”“Youhavehis,”Violasaid
asshewentbackinside.“IsthereanythingelseI
shouldknowabout—nowthatwe’veavoidedthecello?”Matttookaseat,stretchedouthislegs.Sighed.“God,thatfeelsreallygood.”
“AmanwhoworksashardasyououghttohaveVonnieforamassageeveryweek.
Keepyourselflooseandhealthy.”
“EmmaKate’salwayssayingthesamethingaboutyoga.I’dratherthemassagethantryingtotwistmyselfintoapretzel.”
Andhe’dverylikelyratherbehomenowthansittingherewaitingforhertogettothepoint.
“Ididn’texpecttotalktoyouaboutthisuntilafterthepartyorI’d’vehadmy
thoughtsmoretogetheronit.IwasjusttalkingtoGrannyaboutit.SheandmymamaaretheonlyonesI’vesaidanythingto.”
“Notabouttheparty,then.”
“No,notaboutthat.That’sgoingtobejustperfect,don’tworry.It’s...”Sheblewoutabreath.“It’sthatI’vestartedtotakesomeclasses,”shebegan,andtookhimthroughit.
“Griffsaidyouhadaneye.Youcan’talwaysbelieveamanwho’sgotstarsinhisown,butIgotasamplemyselfwithwhatyoudidatourplace.Anditcostundertwohundredtodoit.”
“Itwasmostlyjustusingwhatyoualreadyhadinadifferentway.”
“Itlooksbetter.Fresher.Andtheideaofmattingandframinghergreat-grandmother’scrocheted
doilies?Iwasn’tbigonthat—seemedtoogirly,toofussy,whenshetoldme.Buttheylookgreat.”
“Oh,they’redone?”“Shepickedthemuplast
night,andwehungthemwhereyousaid.EvenifIdidn’tlikeit—andIdo—thelookonEmmaKate’sfaceoncetheywereupwould’vebeenmorethanenough.”
“I’msogladtheideaworked,forbothofyou.”
“She’sitchingtodosomethingwiththerestoftheplacenow—I’dthankyouforthat,butitwouldbealie.I’mtryingtogethertoholdoffsincewe’regoingtolookatapieceoflandSundayafternoon.”
“Youfoundsomething?Where?”
“Hardlymorethanastone’sthrowfromGriff’s.Justunderthreeacres,sonotasmuchlandashe’sgot,but
thesamestreamrunsthroughit.”
“Ibetit’spretty.Ididn’tthinky’allwantedtomovethatfaroutoftown.”
“EmmaKate’salittlenervousaboutit,butIthinkshe’llcomearoundwhensheseesit.MaybeyoucouldsaveyourideasforheruntilIstartbuilding.”
“Actually...Iwantedtoaskyou—justyou,Matt,notGriff,notEmmaKate—if
youthink,onceIgetmycredentials,youcouldseeyourwaycleartousingme,ifIseemedrightandthejobcalledforit.Orjustmentioningmynametoaclientwhomaybewasthinkingaboutusingadecorator.Ihavetwoofmyclassprojectsrighthereonmyphone.”
Shepulleditoutofherpocket.“It’shardtoseethedetailsonthephone,but
you’dseeifyouthoughtitworkedoverall.”
“Youhaven’tsaidanythingtoGriff?”
“No.”Onceshe’dfoundtheprojects,shehandedMattthephone.“He’dsayyesbecausehewouldn’twanttotellmeno,andsowouldEmmaKate.That’snotwhatI’mlookingfor,that’snothowIwanttostartout.Igiveyoumyword,ifthisdoesn’tseemlikesomethingthat
you’dfeelcomfortabledoing,Iwon’tsayathingtohimorEmmaKateaboutit.Idon’twantyoutofeellikeI’mputtingyouinthemiddleofsomething.”
Shetookabreathwhilehestudiedherproject,thenflippedthescreentothesecondone.
“Yourwork,yoursandGriff’s,issogood.Andyourreputation,eventhoughyouhaven’tbeenaroundhereall
thatlong—notbyRidgestandards—isalreadysosolid.IthinkIcouldcontributetothat.Asanoutsideconsultant.”
Heflickedaglanceupather,thenlookedatthephoneagain.“Youdidthese?”
“Idid.Therearewrittenprojects,too,but—”
“They’regood,Shelby.Reallygood.”
“Honestly?”“Honestlyandseriously.
Griffdoesmostofourdesignwork,andhe’llstepatoeintodecoratingiftheclientwantssomeguidance.Youshouldshowthesetohim.”
“Iwill,butIdon’twanttoshowhimwiththeideahe’dfeelobligedto—”
“Showhim,”Mattinterrupted.“We’reateam,andwhenwemakeadecision,webothhavetobeinonit,havetoagree.It’showwework.SoIcan’ttell
youyesuntilhe’sseenthem.WhatIcantellyouiswhenItalktohimaboutit,afterhehas,myweight’sonyes.”
“Itis?Youmeanit?You—Wait.”Sheleanedin.“Lookrighthere,”shesaid,andpointedtohereyes.“Isthisafavortome?”
“Yeah.Ithinkit’sgoingtobeafavortoallofus.”
“Allofus.”Shesatbackagain.“Thankyou.I’llshowhim.It’sgoingtotakesome
timeformetogetthosecredentials,workupabusinessplan,butknowingyou’drecommendmetakesaweightoff.”
“Isthereanywayyoucandoalittlefreelancingnow?”
“Ihaven’tfinishedthefirstclassyet.”
“Tansy’sdrivingDerrickaroundthebendalready.Paintsamples,cutsheetsoflightfixtures,flooringsamples,morecutsheets.
Andwejustgotthefootersputin.Ifyou’dworkwithher,itwouldgivehersomedirection—she’sgotgoodideas,butthey’rescattershotrightnow,andmixedinwithherideasforthenursery.Anditwouldgivehimabreather.He’doweyou.”
“I’dbegladtohelpheroutifshewants.”
“Done.YouandDerrickcanworkoutyourfee.”
“Oh,I’mnotgoingto
chargethemfor—”Withashakeofhishead,
hehandedherbackthephone.“That’snotagoodbusinessplan.”
Shehuffedoutabreath.“It’snot,isit?”
“Doyouknowhowmanyfriends,relatives,casualacquaintancesandcompletestrangerswantedmeand/orGrifftobuildtheirdeck,painttheirhouse,re-laytile,guttheirkitchenwhenwewere
startingout?”“No.”“Meeitherbecausethere
weretoomanytocount.Taketheadviceofsomeonewho’sbeenthere,donethat,anddon’tgodownthatroad.IfTansywantstogetyouropiniononcribsorpaintforthenursery,pal-to-pal,that’sonething.Thisisexpandingtheirbusiness.You’llearnyourfee.”
“Allright,iftheywant
me.”“I’llgiveDerrickacall.If
he’sinterested,he’llletyouknow.I’vegottogetgoing.”
“Me,too.”Sherosewithhim.“MamapickedupCallie,butthey’regoingtobewonderingwhereIambynow.Thankyou,Matt.”Shehuggedhim,gavehimanextrasqueeze.“YousaveadanceformeSaturdaynight.”
“Absolutely.ShowGriffthoseclassprojects,”he
repeated.“Iwill,firstchance.”Shewentbackin.There
weresomecustomersstill—acoupleofwomenusingtheRelaxationRoomaftertheirtreatment,acouplemorewho’dcomeinforhairaftertheirownworkday.
ButShelby’sworkdaywasdone.
Shegotherpurse,saidhergoodbyes,thensteppedoutthedoor.
AndunexpectedlyintoGriff’sarms.
Thekisscaughtheroffguard,whichmayhaveaccountedforherheadgoinggiddy.
“Hi,”hesaid.“Hi.”“Isawyourvan,soIwas
comingintohuntyouup.”“Iwasjust...”The
giddinessclearedwhenshespottedCrystal,hercustomerandtheshampoogirlwho’d
stayedlatetosweepup,allwiththeirfacespressedtothefrontwindow.
CrystaljustflappedahandatherheartwhenShelbymadeshooingmotions.
“We’rethisevening’sfirstperformance.”
Griffonlygrinned,wavedtothewomenasShelbytuggedhimtowardhervan.“Workinglate?”
“Actually,IneededtotalktoGranny,thenIhadalittle
rendezvouswithMatt.”“Arendezvousinthe
Ridge.DoIhavetogopunchhim?”
“Notthistime.Youknow,there’ssomethingI’dliketotalktoyouabout,andsomethingsI’dliketoshowyou.”
“Aboutthebigparty?”“Notaltogether.Why
don’tyoucomehomewithme,comeontosupper?MamaandDaddywouldbepleasedtoseeyou.And
Calliewouldbethrilled.”“Threeredheads,adoctor
andafreemeal.I’dbecrazytosayno.”StillhelookeddownathisgrubbyT-shirt,dustyjeans.“Buttherewasdirtyworktobedonetoday,andIhaven’tgottenhometocleanup.”
“Youcanwashupatthehouse,andwe’lleatoutside.Wetendtointhiskindofweather.”
“ThenI’mrightbehind
you.”“I’lljustletMamaknow
you’recoming,soshedoesn’tgetcaughtwithoutherlipstick.”Evenasshereachedforherphone,itsignaledatext.
“Yourmama?”Griffaskedassheread.
“No.FromDerrick.”Itsaidonly:Yes,please
yes.Savemefromdecoratinghell.
“Somethingwe’lltalk
about.”Shewalkedtothedriver’sdoor.“What’reyoustilldoingintown?”
“ItlookslikeIwaswaitingforyou.”
Itmadehersmile.Thewholedamndaymadehersmile.
•••
THEBURLYSUVdroveslowlybyasshegotintothevan.Shedidn’tsomuchasglance
over,butprobablywouldn’thaverecognizedthedriver.
He’dchangedhislookagain.
Asshedrovetowardhome,hedroveupintothehills.
Heknewwhatheplannedtodo,andwhen,anditpleasedhimtoknowwhathadstartedinMiamiwasnearlyover.
W29
henGriffwalkedintoVi’splaceonSaturday,
Snickersrockedthehouse.Women—stylists,customers,technicians—hunkereddowntoooohoverhim,torubhis
belly,strokehisears,andgenerallytosendthedogintoanapoplexyofjoy.
Hethoughtbacktohisearlytwentieswhenhe’droutinelylookedforwaystomeetwomen.
Heshould’verentedapuppy.
He’dcomein—underprotest,andunderEmmaKate’sorders—togethishairtrimmedup.Hehatedgettinghishairtrimmedup,butshe’d
beenalittlebitscaryintheintensityoftheorder.
“Youneedyourselfatrim,”Violastated,andmadehisshouldershunch.
“EmmaKatesaidIhadto,butyou’rebusy,so—”
“Nobody’sinmychairthisminute.Youcomeoverhere,Griffin,andsit.”
Thepupimmediatelyplunkedhisbuttdownandlookedpleasedwithhimself.Andthewomenchorusedan
awwww!“Amanshouldlookwell-
groomedforhisbestfriend’sengagementparty.”Violapointedafingeratherchair.“Begoodlikeyourdog.”
“Just,youknow,alittle.”Wishinghimselfprettymuchanywhereelse,Griffsat.
“HaveIevertakenwhacksatit?”
“No,ma’am.”Shewhippedacape
aroundhim,pickedupher
spraybottletodampenitdown.
“You’vegotafineheadofhair,Griffin.I’llseeyoukeepit.Isuspectyouweretraumatizedatthebarbershopasayoungboy.”
“Theybroughtinaclown—oneofthosecrazy-wiggedclowns.Itwasbad.Reallybad.DidyoueverreadIt?StephenKing’sbook?Thatkindofclown.”
“Noclownsaroundhereof
anykind.”Enjoyingherself,shegavehischeekarub.“Boy,youneedashave.”
“Yeah,I’lltakecareofitlater.”
“I’llgiveyouashave.”Whenhiseyeswentalittlewild,shejustsmiled.“Haveyoueverhadawomangiveyouagood,closeshavewithastraightrazor?”
“No.”“You’reinforatreat.”She
adjustedthechair,pickedup
herscissors.“Youhaven’taskedwhereShelbyis.”
“Iwascountingonyoutotellme.”
“She’sintheback.Wegotagroupofsixwomen,friendssincecollege.They’retakingalongweekendtogether,stayingupatthebighotel.It’snicehavingforeverfriends.You’vegotthatwithMatt.”
“Yeah,Ido.”Shekeptupaneasy
conversationwhileshedrewsmallsectionsofhishairupbetweenherfingers,snipped.Torelaxhim,heknew.Everycoupleofmonths,whenhetalkedhimselfintogoinginforatrim—orgotpushedthere—shedidthesame.
Helikedtowatchherwork—thequick,competent,precisemoves,thewayhereyesmeasuredthecutevenasshetalkedtohimortossedoutorders,answered
questions.Shecouldkeepupwith
halfadozenconversationsatonce.Heconsidereditarareskill.
“She’sgoingtobebeautifulallherlife.”
“Shelby?”Violamethiseyesinthe
mirror,smiled.“Waittillyouseehertonight.She’sgottogetoutofheresoon,getCalliesettled,thencomebackheresoIcandoherhairup.I
seeitinmyheadalready.”“You’renotgoingto
straightenit,areyou?”“Notabit.Shesaysshe’s
gottogetuptothehotelearly,soyouwon’tbeabletotakeher,andthat’sashamebecauseIbelievethepairofyouwouldmakequitetheentrance.
“Lorilee,I’maboutdonehere.WouldyougoheatmeupatowelforGriff’sshave?”
“Surething,MizVi.”
“Youreallydon’thaveto—”
“GriffinLott,howareyougoingtotalkmeintoleavingmyhusbandofneartofiftyyearsandrunningoffwithyouifyoudon’ttrustmenottocutyourthroat?”
Soheendedupcockedbackinthechair,amoisthottowelcoveringhisface—butforthenose.Hehadtoadmit,itfeltgreat—untilheheardthesoundsofherstropping
therazor.“Istillusemygreat-
granddaddy’srazor,”shesaidconversationally.“That’sforsentimentmostly.Hepassedittomygranddaddy,andhe’stheonetaughtmehowtoshaveaman.”
HeactuallyfelthisAdam’sappletrytoshrink.
“When’sthelasttimeyoudid?”
“IshaveJacksonmosteveryweek.”Sheleaned
downclose.“Wethinkofitasforeplay.”
Ashechoked,sheremovedthetowel.“Wewon’tthinkofthatasyou’rethinkingofthatwithmygrandbaby.Addedtoit,IusedtoshaveMayorHaggertyeverySaturdaymorning—beforeheretiredandmovedtoTampa,Florida.We’vegotawomanmayornow.”
Shepouredoilintoher
hands,rubbedthemtogether,thensmootheditoverhisface.
“Thisisgoingtosoftenyourbeardup,andgiveyouanicecushionbetweenyourface,thecreamandtheblade.Smellsnice,too.”
“Thatdoesn’tsoundlikeyourgrandfather’sshave.”
“You’vegottomovewiththetimes.”Busilyshelaidathicklayerofshavingcreamoverhisface,histhroat,using
awide,stubbybrushtowhirlit.“Sotogoback,Idon’tshavethemayorthesedays.Butthereareoneortwoaroundwholikeagoodbarbershopshaveregularwhocomein.OthersgotoLester’sBarbershop.He’salwaystalkingaboutretiring,andifheeverdoes,I’llbeexpandingmyservicesforgentlemen.”
“Alwaysthinking.”“Oh,Iam,Griffin.”
Hisgazeslidtowardthestraightrazorwithitspearlhandle,thenaway.
“Whatyoudo,”shecontinued,“isworkinshortstrokes,withthegrainofthehair.Then,ifyouwantagood,closeshavelikeI’mgivingyoutoday,yougobackagain,againstthegrain.”Gently,withherthumb,shepulledtheskinunderhissideburntight.“Don’tfeelmuchpressure,
right?Gottaletthebladedothework.Ifyouneedpressure,youneedasharperblade.”
Sheworkedmethodically,keepingupaflowofwords.Herelaxed,mostly,evenwhenhefeltthebladeagainsthisthroat.
“Areyouaimingtomarrymygirl,Griffin?”
Heopenedhiseyes,lookedupintohers.Hesawamusementinhers.“Assoon
asshe’sready.”“That’safineanswer.I
taughthertoshaveaman.”“Really?”“Shemightbeoutof
practice,butshehadagoodhandwithit.Andspeakingofthat,hereshecomes.”
Hewasafraidtomove,couldonlyshifthiseyes.Heheardthedogscrambleup,heardhervoice.Heardherlaugh.
“Fathomsdeep,”Viola
murmured.“That’swhatthepoetssay.You’refathomsdeep,Griffin.”
“Andstillsinking.”“Well,lookatthis!Ididn’t
knowyouwentforthebarbershopshave,Griff.”
“It’smyfirst.”Shelbystrokedtwofingers
overhisleftcheek.“Mmmm.Smoothasitgets.”
“Foreplay,”Violasaidagain,andhadShelbysnickering.
“Itdoesmakeyouthink,doesn’tit?Granny,I’msorry,butIhavetogo.IgotanSOSfromthehotelasitseemsMizBitsytookherselfupthereevenaftershepromisedshewouldn’t.NowIhavetoputoutacouplelittlefiresbeforeshegetsthemblazing.”
“Yougorighton.Itoldyoutotakethedayoff.”
“Ithoughtshe’dbebusyrightinhere.She’sgot
appointments,forhairandnails.I’vegottogetheroutoftheway,smooththingsdownandbebackhereinlessthanahalfhourtogetthegirls.IpromisedI’dtakethemtoStoryTime,andTracey’sgotplans.MizSuzannah’sgotadentistappointment.Ican’tletMizBitsyhaveherheadupthererightnow,andIdon’twanttodisappointCallieandChelsea.”
“I’lldoit.”ShelbygaveGriff’s
shoulderapatbeforeshehurriedtothefrontcounterforherpurse.“Idon’tdoubtyou’regoodatputtingoutfires,but—”
“No,notMizBitsy.I’llpickupthekids,takethemtoStoryTime.”
Aswiththepuppy,thisgeneratedachorusofawwsfrombystanders.
“Griff,I’mtalkingabout
twofour-year-olds.”“Igotthat.”“Anddon’tyouhave
work?”“Matttookoff—heand
EmmaKatewereabletograbanappointmenttolookatthisplaceforthewedding.”
“Whatplace?”“Idon’tknow.Some
weddingplace.I’vedoneaboutallIcandoonmyowntillaboutthree,whenwe’vegotsomemorematerial
comingin.”“I’msupposedtohavethe
girlsoveratMizSuzannah’sataroundthree.They’rehavingasleepover.”
“Thereyougo.I’llpickthemup,takethemtoStoryTime.Wecankickaroundintheparkorsomethingforanhour,whatever,ifyou’renotback.I’lldropthemoff,andbebackwhenthematerialgetshere.
“Youcantakemytruck.
I’lltakeyourvan.”“I’mnotsureifTracey
wouldfeelrightaboutyoutakingthegirls.”
“Oh,she’llbefine,Shelby.”Violaflickedthatideaaway.“She’sasensiblegirl,sheknowsGriff,andsheknowsyou’vegotyourplatefulltoday.”
“You’reright.Myhead’salreadyspinning.”Shedugherkeysoutofherpursepocket.“Thankyou,Griff.
I’llbebackassoonasIcan.”“Takeyourtime.Ifyou’re
notbackbythree,I’lljustgiveCallieanailgun,giveChelseaaskillsaw.It’llkeepthembusy.”
“You’reacomforttome.”“Keysareinmyrightfront
pocket.”Shearchedhereyebrows.
“Youjustwantmyhandinyourpocket.”
“Didn’tknowitwasanoptionwhenIputthekeys
there,butit’saniceone.”Sheslidherhandin,
hookedthekeys.“Thankyou,”shesaidagain,kissedhim,saidmmmmagain.“Y’allprayforme,”shecalledoutasshehurriedforthedoor.
•••
GRIFFSETTLEDDOWNatRendezvousBooks,whereapparentlyStoryTimeforthe
preschoolsethappenedonceamonth.Andwhodidn’tlikeStoryTime?heaskedhimself,leaningagainstoneofthestackswithaglassoficedcoffeewhileaboutadozenpint-sizerssatinacircle,listeningtoastoryaboutayoungboyandayoungdragonwithaninjuredwing.
HeknewMizDarlene—aretiredschoolteacherwhoworkedpart-timeatthe
bookstore.HeandMatthadputasmalladditiononherhousethepreviousfall,givingheracozyreadingroom.
Shedeservedone,hethought.Shereadreally,reallywell,doingvoices,addingjusttherightelementsofsorrow,joy,surpriseandwonder.
Shehadthekidsinthepalmofherhand.Andhewasprettyinterestedinwhatwas
happeningwithThaddeusandhisdragonGrommelhimself.
Fromsomewheredeeperinthestore,ababybegantocry.Hecouldhearawoman’svoicesoftlysoothing,thenthesoundofherstepsasshewalked,backandforth,backandforth,andthecryingstopped.
Sunlightstreamedinthefrontwindow,throughtheglasspanesofthefrontdoor,fallinginsquarepatternsof
lightontheoldwoodfloor.Thepatternchangedwhen
thedooropened;thebelljingled,thenthepatternfellbackintoplace.Changedagainwhenashadowcrossedoverit.Hebarelynotedthemanasmorethanthat—ashadowthatchangedthepatternbriefly.
Thenthestoryended,andCallieranstraighttohim.
“Didyouhear?Didyou?Grommel’swinggotbetter,
andThaddeusgottokeephim!IwishIhadadragon.”
“Me,too.”HereacheddownforChelsea’shand.
“Canwegetabook?”Calliewantedtoknow.“AboutThaddeusandGrommel?”
“Sure.ThenIsaywegeticecreamconesandheadtothepark.”
Theygotthebook,andsinceitturnedouttherewasalreadyasecondadventure
written,heboughteachgirlthenewone,thenicecreamthatdrippedinstrawberrystreamsfasterthanthekidscouldeatthem.
Heusedthewaterfountainintheparktodealwithstickyhandsbeforeheworkedofftheicecreamhighbychasingthegirlsaround,upanddownthebigplaystation.
Whenhedroppeddown,feigningdefeat,thegirlsrancirclesaroundhim.
CallietuggedChelsea’shandsotheymovedafewstepsaway,andbegantowhisper.
“What’sthesecret?”“Chelseasaysboysare
supposedtoask.”Hesatupcross-legged.
“Askwhat?”Morewhispering,then
Calliegaveaninnatelyfemaleheadtossandmarchedtohim.“IcanaskifIwant.”
“Okay.”
“Canwegetmarried?Wecanliveinyourhouse,andMamacancome,too.’CauseIloveyou.”
“Wow.Iloveyou,too.”“Sowecangetmarried
likeEmmaKateandMatt,andwecanallliveinyourhousewithSnickers.Forhappyeverafter.”
Undone,hedrewherin.“Letmeworkonthat.”
“Notickles,”shesaid,rubbinghischeek.
“Nottoday.”“Iliketickles.”Hedrewherinagain.
Fathomsdeep,hethought.“They’llbeback.”
Hetookouthisphoneatthesignal.Sorryittooksolong—fires
allout.Onmywayback.Hekeptanarmaround
Callieasheanswered.Inthepark,smoking
cigarettesandhavingacouplebeers.Wecanswitch
offfromhere.Heranswercamemoments
later.Don’tlitter.I’llbethereintenminutes.
Heslippedthephonebackinhispocket.“Yourmom’sontheway,Callie.”
“Butwewanttoplaywithyou!”
“Ihavetogotowork.ButbeforeIdo...”Heshovedup,grabbedupbothgirlslikefootballsandhadthemsquealingasheracedaround
theplaysetwithSnickersrunningafterthem.
Hecaughtsightofthemanwho’dcomeintothebookstore—orhethoughtitwashim—atthefarendofthepark.Foundhimselfholdingthegirlsjustalittlecloser.
Thenthemanglancedtotheleft,grinned,wavedandstrolledofftowardsomeoneGriffcouldn’tsee.
Kids,hethought,setting
thegirlsdownsotheycouldchasehim.Theymadeyoususpiciousofeverythingandeveryone.
•••
SHELBYZIPPEDTHROUGHtherestoftheday,doingtheswitch—kidsandcars—withGriff,droppingthegirlsoffatMizSuzannah’s.ShegaveCallieanextrahug,thinkingitwasherfirstgenuine
sleepover—oneoutsidefamily.
Backtothesalonforhair,andatCrystal’sinsistence,makeup.Whileshe’dhavepreferredseeingtoherownface,shecouldn’tfindawaytosaynowithoutinsultingCrystal.ButhernervesshowedenoughforCrystaltovownotto“tartherup.”
Itcertainlysavedtime,havingherselffussedoverlikeacelebrity,whileshe
sentandansweredtextsfromhotelcatering,fromtheflorist,fromEmmaKate.
AndtoomanytocountfromMizBitsy.
Theykeptherfacedawayfromthemirrorwhiletheyworkedintandem,thenswungthechairaroundwithaflourishforthebigreveal.
Alldoubtsvanished.“Why,Ilookamazing!”“Playedupyoureyesmore
thanyouusuallydo,”Crystal
began,“butkeptitsubtle.Soit’selegant,likeyourhair.”
“I’llsayI’melegant.AndIlooklikemewithaboost—notlikethetwoofyoufussedovermeforneartoanhour.Iloveit,Crystal,andI’llneverdoubtyouagain.AndGranny,myhairisjustwonderful.Thatthinbandforjustalittlesparklesetsoffthecurlsyou’vegottumblingoutthebunintheback.”
“Afewloosetendrils
aroundyourface,”Violaadded,fussingwiththemalittlemore,“soitdoesn’tlooklikeyouspentfiveminutesonit—justspenttherightfive.”
“Idon’tknowiftherestofmecanliveuptowhaty’allhavedone,butI’lltrymybest.Thankyou,thankyousomuch!”Shehuggedthemboth.“I’vegottogo.I’mdeterminedtobeatthehotelbeforeMizBitsy.I’llseeyouboththere.”
Shecalculatedshe’dhavethehousetoherselfforanhourbeforehermothergothome—twoifAdaMaeoptedtogetherhairandfacedoneupatthesalonfirst.
Shewouldn’tneedtwo.ShegrabbedaCokeoutof
thekitchen,tookabreath.She’dplannedonwearinghersimpleblackdress,butwiththeGrecianstyleGrannyhadcomeupwith,shereassessedasshewentupstairs.
Theblackdresswouldworkforanything,noquestion—andhadalreadydoneserviceatthreeFridayNights.She’dyettowearthesilvergrayoneshe’dbroughtwithherfromherclosetupNorth.Itjustdidn’tsuitFridayNights.Butforthis...
Takingitout,shehelditupinfrontofher,turnedtothemirror.Thelineswerealittlemorefluid,moreflowy,andwouldplayupthehair.
Nottheblackshoesnow,shedecided.They’dbetoostark.Butshehadthosebluesandalswiththelowheels—lowheelswouldbemorepracticalanywaywhenshe’dlikelyberunningaroundhalfthenight.
Andthedresshadslitpockets,soshecouldslipherphonerightin,haveithandy.
Decisionmade,shedressed,addedlongdanglingearringsandatrioofthin,
sparklybraceletsfromCallie’sdress-upbox.
Shepackedtoiletries,achangeofclothessinceshewashavingherownovernightatGriff’saftertheparty.
Inanhourflat,andfeelingprettydamngoodaboutherself,shegotbackinhercaranddrovetothehotel.
Shelbyfiguredshe’dspentmoretimethereinthepastthreeweeksthanshehadin
thewholeofherlife,butitstillmadehersmiletomakethatturnuptherisingroadandseethespreadofthebigstonebuildingthroughthetrees.
Sheparked,tooktheslatepathtowardthewidefrontveranda,wheretwobigwhitepotsheldredandwhitebegoniaswithsometrailingbluelobelia.
IfEmmaKateandMattdecidedtohavetheirwedding
here,sheimaginedthosepotsspillingwithyellowandlavenderflowers.
Someofthestaffgreetedherasshecrossedoverthewide-plankedfloorofthelobby,headedstraightfortheballroom.
Decoratingwaswellunderway,andshesaw,happily,thatshe’dbeenright.Thedeeppurpleclothsoverthewhiteaddedcasualelegance,theperfectcanvasforthe
bowlsofwhitehydrangeasandclear,squareholdersholdingwhitetealights.
Amixofhigh-andlow-tops,ofchairsandstools.
Sheplannedtoechothatontheterrace,addsomefreestandingurnswithwhitecallaliliesandroses,somepeoniesandairy,trailinggreenery.
ItwasallsoEmmaKate.Spottingtheflorist,Shelby
movedtoher.“Pointme
whereyouwantme.”Bythetimethefuture
brideandgroomarrived,everythingwasinplace—andshesawfromthelookonherfriend’sface,everyhourofwork,everydriveupandback,everybangingBitsyheadachehadbeenworthit.
“Oh,Shelby.”“Don’tstartwateringup!
You’llhavemedoingit,andwe’llruinourmakeup.Webothlookamazing.”
“It’ssobeautiful.EverythingIwanted,andmoreIdidn’tknowIwanted.It’slikeadream.”
“Itwasourdream.”ShetookEmmaKate’shand,andMatt’s,joinedthem.“Nowit’syourdream.Inowpronounceyouengaged.”
“Wehaveonemorefavor.”
Shelbyreachedinherpocket,pulledoutherfist.“Ihappentohaveonefavorleft
over,righthere.WhatcanIdo?”
“MattandIdecidedonoursong—atleastfornow.‘StandbyMe.’Youknowit,don’tyou?”
“OfcourseIdo.”“Wewantyoutosingit
tonight.”“Butyou’vegotaband.”“Wereallywantyouto
singit.”EmmaKatetookShelby’shandbetweenbothofhers.“Wouldyouplease,
Shelby?Justthatonesong.Forus.”
“I’dbehappyto.I’llspeaktothebandaboutit.Rightnowwe’regoingtogetyouadrink,andI’mgoingtoshowyouaroundbeforepeoplestartgettinghereandyoudon’thaveaminute.”
“Griff’srightbehindus,”Mattsaid.“Infact,hereheisnow.”
“Oh,well,my!Lookatyou.”Shebrushedahand
downthelapelofhisdarkgraysuit,andthoughthowluckyitwasshe’dwornthepalegraydress.“You’resodashing.”
“Goddessofthemountain,”hemurmured.“Youtakemybreath.”
Heliftedherhand,kissedit.Sheflushed—somethingshe’dtaughtherselfnottodo—asaredhead—whilestillinherteens.“Thankyou,sir.Thefourofusdolooknearly
aswonderfulastheroom.Ithinkweshouldhavethefirstglassesofchampagne.AndEmmaKate,Iwanttoshowyoutheterrace.We’vestrunglittlewhitelightsinthepottedtrees.It’safairyland.”
“Flowersandcandlesandfairylights,”Griffcommentedastheytouredthespace.“Allthesparkle,noneofthefuss.”
“IcutmilesoffrillsoutofMizBitsy’svision,butI
reallydothinkshe’sgoingtobepleasedwithhowitallturnedout.Wemighthaveastormcomingin,butnotuntilaftermidnight.”
Shetappedherpocketandherphone.“Ikeepcheckingmyweatherapp,andsofar,sogood.There’sMizBitsynow.Anddoesn’tshelookprettyinherlongreddress?I’dbettergotalktoher.”
“Wantbackup?”Shegrabbedhishand.“Do
Iever.”
•••
SHEDANCEDWITHHIM.Itdidn’toccurtoheruntillaterthatnotoncedidamemoryofotherformalpartiesandelegantdressintrude.SheneverthoughtofRichard,who’dwornatuxasifhewereborninone.
Everythingcenteredonthemoment.
Dancingwithherfather,whopulledoutsomeoftheballroommoveshe’dretainedfromwhenAdaMaehadnaggedhimintolessons.Andhergrandfather,whoswungherintosomeclogging—andtherehermusclememorywasn’taskeenashis—whenthebandkickeditupafewlicks.WithClay,whohadn’tinheritedanyrhythmatall,andwithForrest,who’dtakenClay’sshareofit.
“How’dyougetinhere?”sheaskedForrest.“You’renotwearingatuxorevenasuitandtie.”
“It’sthebadge.”Hecircledherinasmoothtwo-step.“ItoldMizBitsyIwasonduty.”
“Areyou?”Heonlygrinned.“I
considermyselfalwaysonduty,andIhaven’twornamonkeysuitsinceseniorprom.Ihopetocontinuethat
winningstreak.”“Nobby’swearingone.”“Heis,buthesworeto
backmeupontheon-dutyexcuse.”
“What’dyoubribehimwith?”
“Afancycoffeeandacouplebearclawsfreshfromthebakery.”
Shelaughed,circledwithhim.
“Youlookasgoodasitgetstonight,littlesister.”
“Ifeelasgoodasitgetstonight,bigbrother.Lookhowhappyeverybodyis.EmmaKatecouldlighttheplaceupallonherown.”
“Stealingherback,”Griffsaidashecutin.
“Icouldarrestyouforthat,butI’llletitgo.There’sablondeovertherewholookslikeshecouldusesomecompany.”
Shelbyglancedover.“Hername’sHeather.Sheworked
withEmmaKateatthehospitalinBaltimore.She’ssingle.”
“Thatworks.”GriffdrewShelbyinas
Forrestwanderedtowardtheblonde.“You’vegotahitonyourhands,Red.”
“Iknowit.”Sheslidherhandsuphisback,pressedhercheektohis.“Itfeelssogood—justlikeyou.Iwasjustsayinghowhappyeverybodyis.It’ssonice
knowingpeoplearehappyforEmmaKateandMatt.AndMizBitsy—Oh,thereshegoes,tearingupagain,andboltingtowardtheladies’.I’lljustgotakecareofthat.”
Shelbyturnedherhead,brushedakissoverhischeek.“Itshouldn’ttakelong—oritcouldtaketwentyminutesifit’sagenuinecryingjag.I’llprobablyappreciateanotherglassofchampagneonceIhandlethis.”
“I’llmakesureit’swaiting.”
Shestartedforthedoors,andtherestroomsbeyondthem.Andpulledoutherphonewhenitrang.
“MizSuzannah?Iseverythingallright?”
“It’snothingmuch,honey.It’sjustCallieforgotFifi,andshe’sheartbroken.Wedidn’trealizeituntilweweregettingthemintobed.I’vetriedsubstitutes,butshe’sjust
setonherFifi.”“Idon’tknowhowI
could’vesentherofftoyouwithoutFifi.Wedon’twantherfirstovernightspoiled.I’lljustruntothehouseandgetFifi,dropheroff.Itwon’ttakefifteenminutesformetogetthere.”
“I’msosorrytointerruptandcauseyouthattrouble.MyBillwouldgogetthedog,butIknowyourmama’sbeenlockingup.”
“Don’tworryaboutit.I’monmywaynow.TellCallieI’mbringingFifi.”
ShespottedCrystalonherwaytotheladies’.“I’vegotafavortoask.MizBitsy’sinthere,cryingalittle,justhappy,youknowhowitis,andemotional.I’vegottorungetFififorCallie.CouldyoujustsootheMizBitsy—oraskGrannyto—andletGriffknow,ifyouseehim,I’llbebackinunderahalfhour.”
“Sure,Iwill.YouwantmetogogetFifi?”
“Thankyou,butI’llbequick.”
“Oh,here!Imeanttogiveyouthisatthesalon.ThelipstickIusedonyou.”
“Thankyou,Crystal.Keepthispartygoing!”
“Youcancountonme.”Hurryingoff,Shelby
shovedthelipstickinherrightpocket,thephoneinherleft.Shecasthermindback
topackingforCallie.Sheknewshe’dhadFifirightthere,but...
Shesawitnow,Calliepickingupthestuffeddogtotalktoitabouttheirsleepover.
Andcartingthedogwithherwhenshe’dfollowedhermamaintotheotherbedroom.
“Onthewindowsill,”sheremembered.Howshe’doverlookedthat,she’dneverknow.
Thatwasallright—she’dbebackagainbeforeanyonemissedher.AndCallieandFifiwouldbereunited.
ShecutaroundtownasaSaturdaynightinthesummercouldbebusy,andmadeittothehouseinundertenminutes.Gratefulforthelowheels,sheranforthedoor.They’dscheduledhersongformidwaythroughtheevening,soshehadthirtyminutestospare.Butno
more.Shedashedstraight
upstairs,intoherbedroom.“Thereyouare,Fifi.I’m
sosorryyougotleftbehind.”Shepluckedthemuch-loveddogoffthewindowsill,turnedtorushrightbackoutagain.
Andhesteppedintothedoorway.Thedogslippedoutofhernumbfingersashemovedtowardher.
“Hello,Shelby.Longtime,
nosee.”“Richard.”Hishairwasdark,adeep,
unfamiliarbrown,andfellincarelesswaveswelloverhiscollar.Thickscruffcoveredthelowerhalfofhisface.HeworeacamoT-shirtandroughkhakipantswithscarredarmyboots.Acombinationhewouldn’thavebeencaughtdeadin.
OhGod.“They—theysaidyou
weredead.”“TheysaidwhatIwanted
themtosay.Itdidn’ttakeyoulongtogorunningbackhome,andspreadingyourlegsforsomecarpenter.Didyoucryforme,Shelby?”
“Idon’tunderstand.”“Youneverdidunderstand
muchofanything.Iguesswe’vegottohavealongtalk,youandI.Let’sgo.”
“I’mnotgoinganywherewithyou.”
Hereachedcasuallybehindhisback,drewoutagun.“Yes,youare.”
Theguninhishandstruckherjustasunbelievableasalltherest.“Areyougoingtoshootme?Forwhat?Idon’thaveanythingyoucouldwant.”
“Didhave.”Henoddedtowardthephotoonherdresser.Shesawnowhe’dtakenitapart.
“Iknowyou,Shelby.
You’resodamnsimple.Onethingyou’dnevergetridof—thatpictureyougavemeofyouandthekid.Iftheypickedmeup,they’dstillhavenothing.IkeptwhatIneededwithmylovelywifeanddaughter.”
“Behindourpicture,”shemurmured.“Whatdidyouhidethere?”
“Keytothekingdom.We’lltalk.Let’sgo.”
“I’mnot—”
“Iknowwheresheis,”hesaidquietly.“SpendingthenightwithherlittlefriendChelsea.Atthegrandmother’s.MaybeI’lljustgooverthere,payCallieavisit.”
Fearslicedthroughher,aknifetothebone.“No.No,youstayawayfromher.Youleaveherbe.”
“I’llkillyourightherewhereyourfamilywillfindyou.IfIhavetohandleitthat
way,thekid’smynextstop.Yourchoice,Shelby.”
“I’llgo.JustleaveCalliealone,andI’llgowithyou.”
“Damnrightyouwill.”Hegesturedheroutoftheroomwiththegun.“Sopredictable—alwayswere,alwayswillbe.IknewyouwereabornmarkthefirsttimeIsawyou.”
“Whydon’tyoujusttakewhatyoucameforandgo?Wedon’tmeananythingto
you.”“AndhowfarwouldIget
beforeyoucalledyourcopbrother?”Astheysteppedoutofthehouse,heputanarmtightaroundherwaist,pressedthegunintoherside.“We’regoingtowalkdownalittlebit,takemycar.Aminivan,Shelby?You’reanembarrassmenttome.”
Thattone,thatpityingtone.Howoftenhadsheheardit?“I’mnothingtoyou,
neverwas.”“Oh,youweresouseful.”
Hepressedakisstohertemple,madehershudder.“Andatfirst,hell,youwereevenfun.Godknowsyouwereeagerinthesack.Thisone.Getin,climbover.You’regoingtodrive.”
“Wherearewegoing?”“AlittleplaceIknow.
Quiet.Private.It’sjustwhatweneedforaheart-to-heart.”
“Whyaren’tyoudead?”
“You’dlikethat.”“Iswearonallthat’sin
me,Iwould.”Heshovedherintothecar,
forcinghertocrawlovertothedriver’sseat.
“Ineverdidanythingtoyou.Ididwhatyouwanted,wentwhereyouwanted.Igaveyouachild.”
“Andboredthecrapoutofme.Drive,andkeepittothespeedlimit.Yougoover,yougounder,I’llshootyouinthe
gut.It’sapainfulwaytodie.”“Ican’tdriveifIdon’t
knowwhereI’mgoing.”“Takethebackroads
aroundthathole-in-the-wallyoucallatown.Tryanything,Shelby,I’lltakeyouout,thenIgoafterthekid.I’vegottoomuchatstake,andI’veworkedandwaitedforittoolongtoletyoufuckitup.”
“YouthinkIcareaboutthejewelry,themoney?Takeitandgo.”
“Oh,Iwill.FirstthingMondaymorning.Ifyouhadn’tcomeintothebedroom,you’dneverhaveknownIwasthere.Asitis,we’llhaveareunionweekend,thenI’mgone.Justdowhatyou’retold,likealways,andyou’llbefine.”
“They’lllookforme.”“Andtheywon’tfind
you.”Sneering,hepressedthebarrelofthegunintoherside.“Jesus,youstupidbitch,
doyouthinkI’veoutwittedthecopsallthistimeandcan’tkeepaheadofabunchofBarneyFifesforaday?Takethisturncomingup,totheright.Niceandeasy.”
“Yourpartner’sbeenaround.JimmyHarlow.Maybehe’llhavebetterluckfindingyou.”
“Idon’tthinkso.”Histonefrozeherblood.“Whatdidyoudo?”“Foundhimfirst.Steady
ontheseswitchbacks.Iwouldn’twantthisguntogooff.”
Herinsidesquaked,butshekeptherhandssteadyasshenegotiatedthetightwindoftheclimb.
“Whydidyoumarryme?”“Itservedmypurposeat
thetime.Inevercouldsmoothyouout,though,nevercouldmakeanythingoutofyou.Listentoyou,lookatyou,Igaveyouplenty
ofmoney,taughtyouhowtobuytherightclothes,howtogiveadecentdinnerparty,andyou’restilltheignoranthickfromtheTennesseehills.It’samazingIhaven’tbashedwhatbrainsyouhaveoutbeforenow.”
“You’reathiefandaswindler.”
“That’sright,honey.”Hissneershiftedtoacheerfulgrin.“AndI’mdamngoodatit.You?You’veneverbeen
goodatanything.Takethisexcuseforaroadontheleft.Niceandslownow.”
Hemight’vethoughtherignorant,useless,malleable,butsheknewthehills.Andhadareasonableideawheretheyweregoing.
“WhathappenedinMiami?Allthoseyearsago,”sheasked,wantingtokeephimtalking,distracthimassheslidherlefthandintoherpocket.
“Oh,we’lltalkaboutthat.We’vegotalotofthingstotalkabout.”
Textingwhiledriving,shethought,strugglingnottogivewaytohysteria,wasdangerous.
ShehopedtoGodshemanagedtodoitright.
Becausewhilesheknewthehills,shethoughtsheknewthemanbesidehernow.Andshebelievedhemeanttokillherbeforehe
wasdone.
T30
hecountry-darkroadtwistedlikeasnakeasitclimbed,and
gaveheranexcusetoeaseoffthegas.Sheletthefearshow—nopointinpride—andtheshowoffearcouldbeanother
weapon.Oratleastashield,shethought,assheslippedherhandintoherpocket,andprayedshecouldmanageacoherentmessage.
“Whydidn’tyoujustrun?”“Idon’trun,”hesaidwith
thatsameself-satisfiedsmileonhisface.“Inavigate.YouwerejustwhatIneededtomakemynewIDsolidaftertheMiamijob.Itdidn’ttakemelongtorealizeyou’dbeuselessonthegrift,butyou
madeforagoodtemporarycover.”
“Nearlyfiveyears,Richard?”
“Ineverfiguredtokeepyouaroundthatlong,thenyougotknockedup.Ithinkonmyfeet,”heremindedher.“Who’sgoingtolookforafamilyman,amanwithahickwifeandababy?AndIhadtowaitforthetaketocooldown.AndforMelindatogetout.Shemadeahellof
adeal—youhavetogivehercredit.I’dthoughtshe’dgetdoublewhattheygaveher,andthatwould’vebeenplentyoftimeforcoolingoffandcoveringmytracks.Butshealwayscouldsurpriseme.”
“Youkilledher.”“HowcouldI?I’mdead,
remember?Makethisright.Nearlythere.”
Nothingbackhere,shethought,butacoupleof
cabins—atleastthat’sallthere’dbeenwhenshe’dlefttheRidge.
ShehitSend—shehoped—becauseshehadtoputherlefthandbackonthewheel.
“Butyou’renotdead,andyoukilledher.”
“Andwhoaretheassholeslookingforoverit?Jimmy.I’mintheclear.I’mgoingtostayintheclear.AndwhenIpickupwhat’smineMondaymorning,I’llbeintheclear
withmillions.Long-rangeplans,Shelby,takealotofpatience.Thisonecostmealittlemorethanayearforeachfivemillion.That’sadamngooddealintheworldofbigpictures.Pulluprightbesidethattruck.”
“Whoelseishere?”“Nobodynow.”“MyGod,Richard,whose
placeisthis?Whodidyoukill?”
“Anoldfriend.Turnoff
thecar,handmethekeys.”Onceagain,hejabbedwiththebarrelofthegun.“You’regoingtositwhereyouareuntilIcomearoundforyou.Tryanything—anything—I’llputabulletinyou.ThenI’llgogetCallie.Iknowpeoplewho’dpayapremiumforaprettygirlherage.”
Shehadn’tknownhecouldsickenherevenmore.“She’syourchild.She’syourblood.”
“DoyouactuallythinkIcare?”
“No.”Herhandwasbackinherpocket,franticallytapping.“Idon’tthinkyoucareaboutanythingoranyone.Andthere’snothingIwouldn’tdotokeepCalliesafe.”
“Thenwhat’sleftoftheweekendshouldbeeasyonbothofus.”
Sheconsideredlockingthedoorswhenhegotout,justto
giveherselfmoretimetosendthenextmessage.Butitwouldonlyspikehistemper.Ithadtobebettertomakehimbelieveshewasutterlyhelpless.
Itwasn’ttoofarfromthetruth.
Whenhecamearound,openedherdoor,shegotoutcompliantly.
“Here’sourlittlehomeawayfromhome.”Heusedapenlighttoshineathinbeam,
showingthewaytoasmallcabin,roughlybuilt.
Hershoescrunchedontheshortgravelwalkleadingtoasaggingfrontporch.Acoupleofoldchairs,aricketytable.Nothingshecouldseethatcouldbeusedasaweapon.
Hedroppedthepenlightbackinhispocket,handedherakey.
“Unlockthedoor.”Shedidwhatshewastold,
andattheprodofthegun,
steppedoffthedarkporchintothedarkcabin.Shejoltedwhenheturnedonthelight—couldn’thelpherself.Itcameyellowanddullfromtheglobesonawagonwheeldroppedfromthepitchedceiling.
“IcallittheHickvilleDump.It’snotmuch,butit’sours.Sitdown.”
Whenshedidn’tmovefastenoughheshovedhertowardachairofred-and-green
plaid.Shecaughtherself,turnedtosit,andsawthebloodonthefloor,smearsofitleadingtoacloseddoor.
“Yeah,you’regoingtocleanthatup,thenI’vegotashovelwithyournameonit.You’regoingtoburyJimmy,savemethesweat.”
“Allofthisformoney?”“It’salwaysthemoney.”
Theexcitement,thelightthathadfirstdrawnhertohim,beamedout.Butshesawit
nowforwhatitwas.Hardandfalse.
“It’salwaysthemoney,”herepeated,“butit’stheride,too.It’sknowingyou’rethesmartestoneintheroom,nomatterwhatfuckingroom.It’sknowingifyouwantit,youcantakeit.”
“Evenifitbelongstosomeoneelse.”
“Especially,youmoron,ifitbelongstosomeoneelse.That’stheride.I’mgoingto
grababeer.”Hesentherawidesmile“Getyousomething,honey?”
Hebackedintothetinyopenkitchenwhenshesaidnothing.
Sosureshewasparalyzed,shethought,hedidn’tevenbothertorestrainher.Shekeptherhandsclenchedtogetherinherlap,theknuckleswhite.Butitwasasmucharisingfuryasfearnow.
Thelamp,shethought,theoneonthetablewiththeblackbearhunchedbythetrunkofatree.Itmightbeheavyenoughifshecouldgetherhandsonit.
There’dbeknivesinthekitchen.
SheimaginedtheWinchesterrifleoverthefireplacewasunloaded.Butmaybenot.
Andtherewasanengravedplateonthestockthatread
“WilliamC.Bounty.”Sherelaxedherfingers,
startedtoslideherhandtowardherpocket,letitliestillagainwhenRichardwalkedback,satacrossfromher.
“Isn’tthiscozy?”“Howdidyoudoit?How
didyousurvivetheboatingaccident?”
“Surviving’swhatIdo.Melindawasgettingout.Ididn’tcountonJimmy
bustingout,complicatedthingsabit.Ididn’tthinkhehadthatinhim.ButMelinda,Iknewshe’dbeaproblem.Shealwayswasadogwithabone,justneverletgo,soshe’dneedtobedealtwithbeforeIcashedin.”
Hesettledback,obviouslyrelaxed.“Ialwaysfiguredonthefiveyears—anditwascloseenough.So...alittlevacationwiththefam,tragedystrikes,andI’dbeoff
thegridagain.”“We’dhavebeenwithyou
ifCalliehadn’tgottensick.”Whenhiseyesgleamed,understandingstruckherwithtruehorror.“Youweregoingtokillus.Youweregoingtokillyourownbaby.”
“Youngfamily’sholidayvacationendsintragedy.Ithappens.”
“Youcouldn’thavegottenawaywithit.Iftheauthoritieshadn’thuntedyoudown,my
familywouldhave.”“NotifIdiedtryingto
saveyou.Itshould’veplayedoutthatway.I’dhavespentacoupledayspaintingusasahappylittlefamily—peopletendtobelievewhattheysee.Good-lookingcouple,prettylittlegirl.Thenwe’dmakeadayofitontheboat.Gooutfarenough,getsomewineinyou,waituntildusk.”
Hetookaslowsipofbeer,smiledather.“Itossthekid
over,andit’seasymoneyyou’dgorightoverafterher.Iwouldn’thavetoputamarkoneitheroneofyou.”
“You’reamonster.”“I’mawinner.I’dscuttle
theboat,getmyscubagear.WithmynewIDandachangeofclothesinawaterproofpouch,I’dhavemadeittoHiltonHeadinafewhours.WhichiswhatIdid—withoutyoualong.”
“Thesquall.”
“Unexpectedbonus.”“Youcould’vediedout
there.Whyriskdying?”“Youdon’tgetit,never
will.”Heleanedtowardher,thatlightglowingagain.“That’sthepoint,that’stherush.AllIhadtodowasdumpthetanks,catchacabandpickupthecarIhadwaitinginlong-termparkingattheairport.DrivetoSavannahandmydropboxthere.Wouldn’thaveneeded
thatifIdamncouldhavefoundthekeyformyboxinPhilly.”
Hewatchedherwhilehetookanothersipofbeer.“Yougotintothat.Wherewasthekey?”
“Inthepocketofyourleatherjacket,thebronzeoneIgaveyouforyourbirthdaytwoyearsback.Ithadgonethroughalittleholeandintotheliningofthejacket.”
“Well,sonofabitch.”He
gaveahalf-laugh,shookhisheadashemightoveramissedputtonthegreen.“Thatkeywouldhavesavedmesometimeandtrouble.Eitherway,I’mdead.Thewayitturnedout,yougottoplaythegrievingwidowforawhile.Howdidthatsuityou?”
“Iwishithadbeentrue.”Helaughed,toastedher
withhisbeer.“Comingbacktothebooniesbroughtsome
ofthatsassback.Let’sseeifalittlehouseworkknocksitbackoutofyou.”Herose,wentbackinthekitchen.
Whenhepickedupabottleofbleachandascrubbrush,shegottoherfeet.
“Youwantmetocleanuptheblood?”
“You’regoingtocleanuptheblood,unlessyouwanttocleanupyourownalongwithit.”
“Ican’t—”
Heswungoutwiththebackofhislefthand,quickasasnake,strikingheracrossthecheekbonehardenoughtosendherstumblingbackandintothechairagain.
Shedidn’tknowwhytheblowshockedher,nowthatsheknewhim.Reallyknewhim.Buthe’dneverhitherbefore.
“God!I’vewantedtodothatforyears!”Thefuriouspleasureonhisfaceicedher
blood.Hecould,andwould,domorethanknockherdownifshebuckedhim.Evenashesteppedtowardher,sheheldupatremblinghand.
Andagainitwasmoreragethanfear.
Butsheletonlythefearshow.“IjustmeantIneedabucket.Ineedabucketofwaterand—andamop.Ican’tgetitcleanedupwithjustthebleachandabrush.That’sallImeant.Please,
don’thurtme.”“Whythefuckdidn’tyou
sayso?”Sheletherheadhang,and
thinkingofneverseeingCallieagain,herfamily,neverseeingGriff,lettearscome.
Lethimseethetears,shethought,lethimthinkthat’sallthat’sinme.
“Youstartsniveling,I’llgiveyouworsethanalovetap.Gofindadamnbucket.
MakeamoveIdon’tlike,youwillbemoppingupyourownblood.”
Shewentintothekitchen,scanning,scanning.Noknifeblock,butsurelytherewasaknifeinadrawer.Andtherewasagoodcastironskilletstillonthestove,andacoffeepot.Filledwithhotcoffeethatwouldmakeaweapon.
Shelookedunderthesink,consideredheroptionsthere,
theninaskinnycloset.Thereshefoundabroom,mop,bucket.Someoldcord,somerustychain,butanelighterfluid,bugspray.
Sheconsideredgrabbingthebugspray,aimingforhiseyeswiththatasthepepperspraywasinthepurseshe’dleftinhercar.Buthewasnearlyontopofher.
Shetookoutthemop,thebucket,filledthebucketwithhotsoapywater.
Shecarteditovertothelargestsmearofblood.
“Ineedtousethebathroom.”
“Holdit,”headvised.“I’lldowhatyoutellmeto
do.Ijustwanttogetthroughthis,Richard,butIneedtousethebathroom.”
Henarrowedhiseyes.Shekepthergazedowncast,hershouldersslumped.
“Rightthere.Doorstaysopen.”
“Ifyouwon’tgivemeprivacy,atleastdon’tlookatme.”
Shewalkedtothetinybathroom—razorsmaybeintheoldmedicinecabinet?Awindowtoosmallforhertowigglethroughifshehadthechance.
Sheputtheseatdownonthetoiletwhilehehoveredinthedoorway.
“Justdon’tlookatme!”Sheletoutachokedsob.
“Thedoor’sopen,you’restandingrightthere.I’mjustaskingyounottowatchme.ForGod’ssake.”
Heleanedagainstthejamb,casthiseyesuptotheceiling.“Awfuldaintyforsomeoneonestepupfromanouthouse.”
Shesmotheredhersensibilities,liftedherskirt,pulleddownherpanties.Andshotherhandinherpocket.
PleaseGod,ifyou’re
listening,letthismakesense.Letthisgothrough.
Whenshewasdone,heatflushedherface.
“Jesus,lookatyou,sweaty,splotchy,yourhairlikesomethingaratwouldn’tnestin.Idon’tknowhowIevergotitupwithyou.”
Shedippedthemopinthebucket,wrungitout,begantowashuptheblood.
“Andwhat’syourpithycomeback?Hurtfeelings.”
Hemadecryingnoises.“God,you’reweak.Youthinkthatassholeyou’refuckingnow’sgoingtostick?”
“Helovesme.”Sayingit,knowingit,steadiedher.
“Love?You’reahandypieceofass.It’sallyoueverwere,allyou’deverbe.Ahandypieceofasswho’llsplasharoundinsomebackwoodscreek.”
Shefroze,andslowlyliftedhergaze.“Youspiedon
us,onme?”“Icould’vetakenyouboth
out.”Heliftedthegun,pointeditatherhead.Said,“Pow,pow.ButIwantedtolayitonJimmy’splate.Anice,tidycircle.”
“ButyoukilledJimmy.”“Unavoidablealterationin
plans.Don’tworry,I’vegotitcovered.Ialwaysdo.Putyourbackintoit,Shelby.”
Shewentbacktomopping,andbegantomakeplansof
herown.
•••
GRIFFGOTHUNGUPtalkingconstructionwithDerrick,losttrackofsometime.HehadShelby’schampagne,buthedidn’thaveShelby.AglancearoundshowedhimBitsywasback—alittledamp-eyedasshedancedwithherfutureson-in-law.
Shelbywasprobably
dealingwithsomeothersmallcrisis,hethought,butsetouttolookforher.
“Hey,Griff,hey!”Crystalcameover,pointedattheglassofchampagne.“Isthatupforgrabs?”Shetookit,drankdeep.“IneeditafterdryingMizBitsyup.Shewaswateringlikealeakypipe.”
“LookslikeyouandShelbygotitdone.”
“Oh,itwasjustme—that’swhyIwaslookingforyou,
butIgotwaylaidacoupletimes.It’sahellofaparty!Shelbyhadtorunhomeforaminute.GetFififorCallie.Sheshouldbebackbynow,Iguess.”
“Whendidshego?”“Oh,Idon’tknowexactly
sinceIwasdealingwiththeleakypipe,thenMizBitsy’ssister—theycallherSugar?—shecameinsothetwoofthemwereleakingtogether.Iguessit’sbeenabouttwenty
minutesorso.Sheshouldbebackoronherway.”
Maybeitwasthedregsofallthathadhappened,butthedreadjustdroppedoverhimlikeashroud.Heyankedouthisphone,intendedtocallher,anditsignaledanincomingtextinhishand.
“It’sShelby.”“Thereyougo.”Crystal
pattedhisarm.“She’sjustlettingyouknowshe’sonherwayback,Iexpect.Nocallto
looksoworried,honey.”Butwhenhebroughtup
thetextthebottomdroppedoutofhisworld.
“Where’sForrest?”“Forrest?Ijustsawhim
overthat-a-wayflirtingwithaprettyblonde.I—”
ButGriffwasalreadymoving,andfast.Hecutacrossthedancefloor,ignoringthosewhocalledoutagreeting.HespottedForrest,andwhathefeltmust
haveshowedonhisface.Afteracasualglanceinhisdirection,Forrest’seyeswentcold.
Heturnedawayfromtheblondewithoutaword.
“Whathappened?”“She’sintrouble.”Griff
heldoutthephone.richardlivehsgunmking
medriveblackdrangowstonbbrdkylicense529kpe
“Christ.”“What’sBBRoad?”
“BlackBearRoad.Wait.”ForrestclampedahandonGriff’sarmbeforehisfriendcouldtakeoff.“You’renotgoingtofindherdrivinghell-bentalloverthehills.”
“I’mnotgoingtofindherstandinghere.”
“We’renotgoingtobe.Nobby’soverbythebarthere.Gethim.I’mcallingitin.”
“I’mgoingafterher,Forrest.”
“Notsayingdifferent,butwe’regoingtogowiththebestchanceoffindingher.GetNobby.”
TheypulledNobbyoutside,andClayandMattwiththem.
“We’regoingtodothissmart,”Forrestbegan.“Twomentoateam.Thesheriff’sputtingmoretogetherrightnow.We’regoingtoblankettheareawestoftown.Oddsarehe’llkeeptotheback
roads.Clay,youlookhere.”Clayclampedahandon
Forrest’sshoulder,leanedintolookatthemaponhisphone.“YouandNobbyaregoingtocoverthissectionhere.Youkeepyoureyespeeledforthatvehicle,thatlicenseplate.Matt,yousureaboutthis?”
“Hellyes.”“I’mgoingtohaveyougo
intotown,hookupwiththesheriff,he’ll—”
“What’sgoingonhere?”Violasteppedoutside.“What’shappened?Where’sShelby?”
Griffonlywaitedabeat.“You’rewastingtimefiguringoutwhatyoushouldsayornot,Pomeroy.Richard’salive—Idon’tknowhow—andhehasher.We’regoingafterher.”
Thecolordrainedoutofherface,madehereyesblazelikebluefire.“Boy,ifyou’re
puttingapossetogether,yourgranddaddyandIaregoingtobepartofit.”
“Granny—”“Don’tGrannyme,”she
snappedatForrest.“Whotaughtyoutoshoot?”
“I’mgoingnow,”Griffsaid.
“Nobby,setitupfromhere,willyou?GriffandIaregoing.”
“Callie,”Violacalledout.“She’sfine,Griffchecked,
andwe’vegotamantheresittingonthehouserightnow.”Forrestkeptgoing,openedthelockboxonthesideofhistruck,tookoutaRemingtonrimfirerifle,aboxofammo.
“I’veseenyoushootsoIknowyoucanhandleit.”
TargetshootingwasasfarasGriffhadgone,ever,buthedidn’targue.
Forrestgotinthetruck,tookhisfavoredColtoutof
theglovebox.“We’regoingtogetherback,Griff.”
“Notsittinghere,wewon’t.”
“I’mcountingonyoutokeepacoolhead.”Evenashespoke,Forrestpunchedthegasandtheywereflying.“We’regoingtokeepyourphoneopen,incaseshe’sabletosendyouanothermessage.Useminetocoordinatewiththeotherteamsastheycomealong.
Thesheriff’salreadypulledinthefederals.Theygotequipmentwedon’truntointheRidge,andbettertechs.Shelbykeepsherhead,keepsherphoneon,they’regoingtotrackit.”
“Hehadtobewatchingher,orbeinthehousewhenshewentback.”
“We’llfindoutwhenwegetherback.”
“He’sgoingtobetheonewhokilledthewoman.”
Forrest’sfacewasstoneasthespeedometerinchedhigher.“Iwouldn’tbetagainstit.”
“Isawhim,Ithink.IgotabadfeelingabouttheguyIsaw—whenItookCallietothebookstore,thentothepark.Heplayedme.”
“Let’sworryaboutnow.”Thenowhadfeartearing
throughhisheart,hishead,hisbelly.“Hehastohavesomewheretogo.Shelbysaid
heneverdidanythingwithoutareason.”
“We’llfindhim,andwe’llgetherback.Safe.”
BeforeGriffcouldrespond,hisphonesignaled.“It’sShelby.Jesus,she’sgotnervesofsteel.”Hestruggledtoreadthejumbledtextastheyflewaroundswitchbacks.“OldHesterRoad,IthinkshemeansHester.”
“Iknowwhereshemeans.
It’sOddHester.Scatterofcabinsandoldcampsites,deerstandsupthatway.Remote.Yourelaythat,Griff,toNobby,andhe’lltakeitfromthere.”
“Whatthehelldoeshewantwithher?”
“Whateverhewants,he’snotgoingtogetit.”
Ice,sharpandjagged,pouredinthroughthetearingfear.“Howfarawayarewe?”
“Aways,butwe’re
travelingahellofalotfasterthantheyare.Bringtheothersalongnow,Griff.”
Hemadetherelay,yankedoffhisformaltie.
Hewouldn’tloseher.Hewouldnotloseher.Calliewouldnotlosehermother.Whateverhadtobedone,he’ddoit.Helookedattherifleacrosshislap.
Whateverhadtobedone.“She’ssendinganother.
Righthardpacktrackpast
mulberrystand.Singlecabin.Truck.There’satruckalreadyatthecabin.”
“Mighthavemorehostages.Oritmightbehisoldpartner.Lettheothersknow.”
Griffcouldn’tsayhowForrestkeptthetruckontheroad,notatthisspeed,notaroundturnssosharptheycouldcutbone.Morethanoncetheyfishtailedorthetireskissedthenarrow
shoulder.Andstillitwasn’tfast
enough.“She’ssending...it
says...William,shemeansWilliam.WilliamBunty.”
“Bounty,”Forrestcorrected.“Iknowwhereitis.She’sguidingusinfasterthanthefuckingfedsevercould.”
“Howfar?”“Tenminutes.”“Makeitless.”Withhands
coldassteel,Griffbegantoloadtherifle.
•••
SHELBYEMPTIEDthebuckettwice,refilledit.
Stalling,asnothingwasgoingtoremovethestainsfromtheoldwoodfloor.
Butshepouredapuddleofbleachfromthebucketonthestain,gotdownonherhandsandkneestoscrubatit.
“Nowthat’sthekindofjobyou’resuitedfor.”
“Scrubbingfloorsishonestwork.”
“Loserwork.Youlivedthehighlifeforawhile.Igaveyouthat.”Hegaveheranudgeintheasswithhisfoot.“Igaveyouagoodtasteofthehighlife.Youshouldbegrateful.”
“YougavemeCallie,soI’mgrateful.Youalwaysmeanttokillthem,didn’t
you,thepeopleyouranwith,thewomanwhoyoulivedwith—shesaidyoumarriedher.Didyou?”
“NotanymorethanImarriedyou.ThinkingIdidwasabouttheonlyreallystupidmomentshehadwhenweweretogether.Women,whatcanyoudo?They’rewiredtobesuckers.Butshewouldn’thavegivenup,eventhinkingIwasdead.She’dwantthescore.Shewas
gettingtooclose.Iwalkedrightoutbehindher,outofthatdivewhereyouweresingingtoabunchofrubes.”
Heshookhishead,circledherwhilesheworked.“Isavedyoufromalifeofembarrassmentthinkingyoucouldevermakeanythingwiththatmediocrevoice.AndMel’sfacewhenshesawme?Priceless.ItakebackwhatIsaid—thatwashersecondreallystupidmoment.
Sherolledthewindowdown,said,‘Jake.Ishould’veknown.’
“Thosewerethelastwordsshesaid,andyeah,sheshould’ve.”
“Shelovedyou.”“Seewhatlovegetsyou?”
Hegaveheranotherlittlekick.“It’sjustanothercon.”
Shesatbackonherheels,thenroseslowly,bucketinhand.“I’mgoingtoneedmorethanthistobleachout
thatstain.Istheremore?”“You’vegotplenty,right
there.”“Yes,butIneeditto—”Sheheaveditup,straight
bleachwithafainttingeofblood,intohisface.
Whenhescreamed,shehadachoice.Goforthegunorrunforthedoor.Andshewastoofireduptorun.
Shekicked,aimingforhisgroin.Thefloorwasjustwetenoughthatsheslippeda
little,andittooktheleadingedgeoffthekick.Butshemadecontact.Evenasshetriedtograbforthegun,hefiredit—wildandblind.
Herearsrang.Sheducked,snatchingatthemop,hopingtomakebettercontactwithhisballswiththehandle.Buthisflailinghandgotafistfulofherhair,firingstupefyingpainintoherskull.
Shejabbedherelbowintothesametenderarea,and
knewshehurthim,knewshegavehimpain.Buthewasaswildasshewasnow,andflungheracrosstheroomlikearag.
“Bitch,youbitch.”Sherolled.Shewasn’tsure
howwellhecouldsee,hopedhewasblind.Desperate,shewrenchedoffashoe,flungitacrosstheroom,prayinghe’dfollowthesound.
Buthewalkedslowlytowardher,thewhitesofhis
eyesshatteredandred.“I’mnotjustgoingtokill
younow.I’mgoingtohurtyoufirst.”Herubbedhislefteyewithhisfreehand.
Makingitworse,sheknew.Please,pleasemakeitworse.
“Let’sstartwithakneecap.”
Shebracedforthepain,thenscrambledbackinshockasthedoorwherethebloodstainsendedburstopen.
Richardwhirled,blinkinghisburning,blurryeyesasthebloodymountainofamanrammedhim.
Horriblesounds,thegrunts,snarls,thecrackoffistagainstbone.ButtheonlysoundthatmatteredwastheclatterofthegunasitleapedoutofRichard’shandonimpactandhitthefloor.
Sheboltedafterit,nearlydroppeditagainoutofhandssoapslickwithherown
sweat.Sheswayeduptoher
knees,bitdown,grippedtheguninbothhands.
Thebigmanwasbleeding,andwhateverforcehaddrivenhimintotheroomandatthemanwho’dshothimwaseatenawaynow.Richardhadhishandsaroundtheman’sthroat.Squeezing,squeezing.
“Dead.Thoughtyouweredead,Jimmy.”
Ithoughtthesameaboutyou,shethought,andsaidcalmly,coldly,“Richard.”
Hisheadwhippedaround.Shewonderedwhatshelookedlikethroughthoseburningeyes.ShehopedshelookedlikeVengeance.
Hebaredhisteeth,letoutashortlaugh.“Youhaven’tgotthespine.”
Helungedather.
•••
THEYHEARDthefirstshotsasForrestspunthetruckontothedirttrack.Allplanstogoinquiet,oneinfront,oneinback,whilebackuppouredinbehindthem,dissolved.
Heflooredit,fishtailedoverthegravelwalkasthenextshotsrangout.
“Goinfast,”Forrestshoutedastheyleapedoutofeithersideofthetruck.“Ifhe’sstanding,drophim.”
Theyhitthedoortogether.
Griffswungtherifleup.ButRichardwasalready
down.Shekneltonthefloor,
holdingthegunout,grippedinbothhands.Therewasbloodandbruisingonherface.Herdresswastornattheshoulderwheremorebruisesbloomed.
Hereyeswerecoldandfierce,herhairawild,tumblingtangleofflame.
Sheneverhadandnever
wouldlookmorebeautifultoGriff’seyes.
Sheswungtheguntowardthem,andhesawherarmstremble.Thenshedroppedthosetremblingarms.
“Ithinkhe’sdeadthistime.IthinkIkilledhim.Ithinkhe’sdeadnow.”
GriffshovedtherifleatForrest.Hisheartstartedbeatingagainwhenhehadhisarmsaroundher.
“I’vegotyou.You’reall
right.I’vegotyou.”“Don’tletgo.”“Iwon’t.”Heeasedback
onlytoprythegunoutofherstifffingers.“Hehurtyou.”
“Notasbadashewanted.Callie.”
“She’sfine.She’ssafe.She’sasleep.”
“Hesaidhe’dkillherifIdidn’tgowithhim.Hesaidhe’dgoafterher.”Shelookedoveratherbrother,whopressedfingersagainst
Richard’sthroat.“Ihadtoprotecther.”
“Youdidwhatyouhadtodo,”Forresttoldher.
“Ishedeadnow?”“He’sbreathing.Theyboth
are,buttheysureareamess.It’llbeuptothedoctorsandGodwhethertheymakeit.”
“Heshothim,shotthebigone—Jimmy—andthoughthewasdead,buthewasn’t.Ithrewbleachinhiseyes,butitwasn’tenough.Islippedon
it,Ithink,whenIwenttokickhimintheballs,andhegotmebythehair.Hewasgoingtoshootme,buttheotheronecameoutlikeademonfromhell.Igotthegun.Igotthegun,andthebigone,hecouldn’tfightanymorehewasbleedingsobad.Richardwaschokinghim.Isaidhisname.Isaid,‘Richard,’sohelookedatme.Idon’tknowwhyIthoughtthatwouldmakehimstop.He
thoughtlessthannothingofme.HethoughtIwasweakandstupidandspineless.Hesaidthat.HesaidIdidn’thavethespine,andhecameatme.Ihadthespinetoshoothimthreetimes.Ithinkitwasthreetimes.Hedidn’tgodownuntilthethirdtime.”
Forrestshifted,crouchedeye-to-eyewithher.“Youdidwhatyouhadtodo.”
Hereyeslostthefierceness,wentglassywith
tears.“Youhavetotakeitback.”
“Takewhatback,baby?”“ThatIcan’tshootworth
shit.”Weak-kneed,Forrest
restedhisbrowtohersamoment.“Itakeitback.Getheroutofhere,Griff.Igotthis.”
“I’mallright.”Ratherthanargue,Griff
justpickedherup.“Youcame.”Shetouched
hischeek.“Iknewyouwould,somehow.Ididn’tknowifthetextsweregoingthrough,orwhoIwastextingforsure.I’vegotthemalphabetical,soitwasgoingtobeyouorForrestorGranny,maybeGrandpa.Iknewiftheygotthrough,you’dcome.You’dfixit.”
“YoufixedityourselfbeforeIgotthechance.”
“Ihadto—Someone’scoming.”Herfingersduginto
hisshoulder.“Thelights.Someone—”
“Backup.You’resafenow.”Heturnedhisfaceintoherhair.“You’vegotthewholedamnRendezvousRidgeSheriff’sDepartmentandGodknowswhoelsecoming.”
“Oh,that’sallright,then.WillyoutakemetoseeCallie?Idon’twanttowakeherup.Idon’twanthertoseemeuntilI’vecleanedup,butI
needtoseeher.Well,myGod,that’sGrandpa’sdate-nightcar.Setmedown.Setmedownsothey’renotscared.”
Heputheronherfeet,butkeptanarmaroundher.Whenhefelthershivering,hestrippedoffhisjacket,drapeditoverhershouldersashergrandparentsgotoutofthecar.
“I’mallright.I’mnothurt.I’m—”Therestwasmuffled
againsthergrandfather’sshoulder.Shefelthimshaking,knewhewept.Weptwithhimalittleasothersdroveup.
“Whereisthebastard?”Jackdemanded.
“Inside.Ishothim,Grandpa.He’snotdead—again—butIshothim.”
Jacktookherfaceinhishands,kissedherwetcheeks.
“Letmeseethegirl.”Violapulledheraway,
studiedherface.“Youwereborntotakecareofyourselfandyours.Youdidwhatyouwereborntodo.Nowwe’regoingtotakeyouhomeand...”
Shepaused,steadiedherself.“Griff’sgoingtotakeyouhome,”Violacorrected.“YourmamaanddaddyareatSuzannah’swithCallie.Juststayingtherewhileshesleeps.Theyneedtohearyourvoice.”
“I’llcallrightaway.Ihadmyphoneinmypocket.HeneverknewIhadit.Heneverknewmuchaboutme,Iguess.Sheriff.”
Herheadfelttoolight,andthedarkcircledforafewsecondsasHardiganstrodeuptoher.
“Ishothim.HewasgoingtokillmesoIshothim.”
“Iwantyoutotellmeeverythingthathappened.”
“ShegaveForrestthe
outline,”Griffinterrupted.“Sheneedstogetawayfromhere.Sheneedstoseeherdaughter.”
SheriffHardigantappedhischeekwhereShelby’swasbruised.“Hedothat?”
“Yes,sir.Itwasthefirsttimeheeverhitme.Iguessit’sgoingtobethelasttime.”
“Yougoonhomenow,darling.I’llbearoundtotalktoyoutomorrow.”
Ittooksometime.Clay
rushedup,pickedherupoffherfeet,heldhersuspendedasifhe’dneverlethergo.TherewasMatt,whothrusthisphoneouttoherafterhe’dhuggedhersoshecouldspeaktoEmmaKate.
“TellForrestI’mtakinghistruck.”
Griffdroveawayfromthecabin,fromtheblood,fromthelights,thenjuststoppedattheturnontotheroad.
Hedrewheroveragainst
him,heldon.“Ineedaminute.”“Youcantakeallthe
minutesyouwant.”Shestartedtorelaxagainsthim.“Ohhell,Griffin,Iforgottotellthem.Richardhasakeyinhispocket—orIguessthat’swhereitis.Itwasinthatpictureframe,theoneholdingthepictureofmeandCallieIgavehim.HesaidhewasgoingMondaymorningtothebank,andIthinkhe
meansoneofthebanksrightintheRidge.It’swhereheputthejewelry,thestamps,too,Iguess.HeputitrightinthebankinRendezvousRidge.”
Keepinghiseyesclosed,Griffjustbreathedinthescentofherhair.“Who’dhavefiguredtolookforitthere?”
“Iguesshewascannyinthatway.Ihavetotellthem.”
“Youwill.Tomorrow’s
soonenough.They’vewaitedfiveyears.Theycanwaitonemorenight.”
“Onemorenight.Iwantahotshowerandagallonofwater,andIwanttoburnthisdress.ButIwanttoseeCalliemorethananything.”
“That’sfirstonthelist.”“Doyouknowthewayto
getbacktotheRidgefromhere?”
“Ihaven’tgotaclue.”“That’sallright.”Shetook
hishandinhers.“Ido.Iknowhowtogetushomeagain.”
SEpilogue
helbysleptlonganddeep,comfortedbythesightofher
sleepingchild,andherownmother’sfussing,herfather’sgentle,ifinsistent,exam.
Thesunbeamedhighandbrightwhenshewoke,turnedthehillsshelovedintoa
glimmeringgreen,bathedtoshiningbythestormthatblewthroughwhilesheslept.
Shemighthavewincedwhenshelookedatherfaceinthemirror,atthepurplingbruiseonhercheekbone.Andwincedagain,withanaddedhiss,whenshepressedtestingfingersagainstit.
Butsheremindedherselfitwouldhealandfade.
Shewouldn’tallowRichardtoleaveamarkon
her.Oronhers.Sheheardvoicesasshe
wentdownstairs,followedthemintothekitchen.
ShesawGriffleaningonthecountersmilingathergrandmother,andhergrandfathergivingMattsomeinstructionsoverahitchinhistruck.Hermotherputaprettytraytogether;herfatherdrankcoffeeinasplashofsunlight.EmmaKateandForrestwiththeirheadstogether,and
Clay,Gillyandthebabyhuddledtogether.
“Thislookslikeaparty.”Allconversationstopped;
alleyesturnedtoher.“Oh,babygirl,Iwasjust
fixingyoubreakfastinbed.Youneedrest.”
“Isleptjustfine,Mama,andIfeeljustfinenow.”Shewenttokisshermother’scheek,snatchedapieceofbaconofftheplateshedidn’treallywanttomakeher
mothersmile.“Party.Oh,EmmaKate,yourparty.”
“Don’tevenstarttogothere.”Jumpingup,EmmaKatehuggedherhard.“Youscaredme,Shelby.Don’teverscaremelikethatagain.”
“I’mhappytopromisethat.”
“Comeoverhereandsit,”herfatherordered.“Iwantalookatyou.”
“Yes,sir,Daddy.Butwhere’sCallie?”
“WetookJackovertoMizSuzannah’ssoshe’dhavemorecompany.”GillysmiledbutgrippedShelby’shandtight.“Weallthoughtyou’dsleeplonger.”
“I’msogladyou’reallhere.I’msogladIwokeuptoallofyou.”ShelookedatGriff.“Allofyou.”
Shesatsoherfathercouldturnherfacethiswayandthat,shinehislittlelightinhereyes.“Headache?”
“No.Notabit,Ipromise.”“Doyouhurtanywhere?”“No—well,mycheek’sa
littlesore.Tender.”“That’swhatthisisfor.”
Violagaveheranicepack,andakissonthetopofherhead.
“Feelsgood.”Likebliss,Shelbythought.“Hebackhandedmebecausehecould,andhepulledmyhairlikeagirlinacatfight.Mostlyhejusttriedtohurt
mewithwords,likealways.Buthecouldn’t.Nothinghecouldsaycould—Oh,goodLord,Iforgotagain.Forrest,Ihavetotellyouwhyhewashere,inthehousewhenIcametogetFifi.Hewasafter—”
“Akey?Safe-depositboxhe’sbeenpayingforunderthenameofCharlesJakesforaboutfiveyearsnow?”
Deflated,sheshiftedtheangleoftheicebag.“Yes,
that’swhatIforgottotellyou.”
“GrifffilledmeinlastnightwhenIcameby.Yousleptlate,Shelby.WefoundwhatthefedshavebeenafterrightintheFirstBankofTennesseeonHighStreet.”
“Allofit?Here?”“Mostofit.Theowners
andtheirinsurancecompany’llbenotified.That’sforthefederals.”
“Tellhertherest,Forrest.”
Hismotherpokedhim.“Istillcan’tbelieveit.”
“Whatrest?”HerstomachpitchedsoshereachedfortheCokehermotherhadputinfrontofher.“Ishedead?DidIkillhim?”
“Notthatpartoftherest.Hemadeitthroughthenight,andtheygivehimadecentshotofmakingitaltogether.”
Closinghereyes,sheletoutabreath.She’ddonewhatshe’dhadtodo,justas
Forresthadsaid,butdearGod,shedidn’twantakillingonherhands.EvenRichard’s.
“He’sgoingtolive?”“Theysayheis.Thenhe
canspendtherestofhislifebehindbars.Theotherone,he’sonetoughsonofabitch.They’regivinghimabetterthandecentshot.”
“Ididn’tkillhim.Idon’thavetolivewithhavingkilledhim.”Sheclosedhereyesagain.“Buthe’llgoto
prison.Hewon’tgetoutagain.”
“He’sgoingtospendwhat’sleftofhislifeinacell.He’snevergoingtotouchyouorCallie.”
“Tellherthegoodpart,”AdaMaeinsisted.“We’vehadenoughtalkofthatmaninthishouse.”
“Spendinghislifeinprison’saprettygoodpart,”Forrestsaid,butshrugged.Thengrinned.“There’sa
finder’sfeeforthepropertystoleninMiami.Standardtenpercent.There’sgoingtobesomepaperworkandsomehoopstojumpthrough,butSpecialAgentLandryfiguresyou’llgetabouttwomillionoutofit.”
“Twomillionwhat?”“Dollars,Shelby.Pay
attention.”“But...hestoleit.”“Andtheinformationyou
gaveusfoundit.”
“Weneedtohavemimosas.”WhenAdaMaeweptintoherhands,Jackputhisarmsaroundher.“Oh,Daddy,whydon’twehaveanychampagne?”
“They’regoingtogivemeallthatmoney.”Shelbyheldupherhands,struggledtotakeitin.“EnoughIcanpayofftherestofthedebt?”
“Don’tseehowit’syourdebttobeginwith,”Violasaid,“butyou’llbefreeand
clear.Theman’snotdead,ShelbyAnn,andyouwereneverhiswife.Unlessyou’vegotfoolsforlawyers,someofthatdebt’salreadygoingtobegone.You’llhaveenoughleft,ifIhaveanysayaboutit,togiveyouagoodstart.”
“Ican’timagineit.Ihavetoletitsettlein.Ijustcan’tbelieveI’dbefreeofthatweight.Freeofhim,altogether.”
“Iwantyoutoeatnow,
andrestsomemore.”“IneedtoseeCallie,
Mama.”“Whatareyougoingtotell
her?”“I’mgoingtotellheras
muchofthetruthasIcan.”“She’sgotMacNee,
DonahueandPomeroyinher,”Violasaid.“She’llstanduptoit.”
•••
LATERSHETOOKCallietoGriff’s.Shethoughtbothofthemcouldusesometimearoundamanwho’dneverhurtthem.Andshewantedsomequiettimeofherownwithhim.
ShesatontheporchwithhimwhileCallieracedaroundwiththedoginashowerofbubbles.
“Ican’tbelieveyouboughtheranotherbubblemachine.”
“It’snotanother.It’sone
forhere.”“I’msogladyousaidit
wasallrighttobringherhereforawhile.”
“It’salwaysallright,Red.”
“IguessIknowthat,too.Somuchwentthroughmymindlastnight,onthatawfuldrive,inthatcabin.I’monlygoingtobringhimuptosayDaddy’scheckedinwiththehospital.Theybothcameoutofit.Richard,he’stryingto
workadeal,butthey’renotgivinghimroomforone.Andtheotherone,he’sgivingthemchapterandverse.IthinkForresthadtherightofit.He’snevergoingtogetoutofprison.Idon’thavetoworryforCallieonthatscore.”
“I’dneverlethimnearher.”
Shehearditinhisvoice—thefiercenessandthelove.
“Ibelievethat,too.
Everythingfromlastnight’salittlejumbledtoday.Idon’tknowifItoldyoueverythingstraight.”
“Itdoesn’tmatter.You’rehere.”
“I’dliketofixusanicesupperlater,thethreeofus.”
“I’llfixit.”Smiling,shetippedher
headtohisshoulder.“You’renotabadcookascooksgo,butI’mbetter.AndI’dliketodosomethingnormal.That’s
howIfeelwhenI’mhere.Ifeelnormal.”
“Thenstay.Stayforsupper,staythenight,stayforbreakfast.Stay.”
“IhaveCallie.”Hesaidnothingfora
moment,thenrose.“Wouldyoucomeinforaminute?Iwanttoshowyousomething.”Whenshelookedoutintheyard,heturned.
“Hey,LittleRed,willyouwatchSnickersforme,make
surehestaysrightintheyard?Weneedtogoinforaminute.”
“Iwill.Iwill.Helikesthebubbles!See,Mama,theymakerainbows.”
“Iseethem.YoustayrightintheyardwithSnickers.I’mjustinside.”
“Where’sshegoingtogo?”GriffaskedashedrewShelbyin.“Andyou’llbeabletoseeheroutthewindowanyway.”
“Didyoustartonanotherroom?”
“Mostlyfinishedone.”Heledherupstairs.ShecouldhearCallielaughingthroughtheopenwindows,hearthedog’sjoyfulbarks.
Normal,shethoughtagain.Safeandreal.
Onthesecondfloorheopenedadoor.
Thelightspilledinthroughthewindows,splashedontheprettygreenofthewalls.
He’dhungacrystallightcatcherinoneofthosewindows,andmorerainbowsshimmered.
“Oh,it’sawonderfulspace.Thecolor’slikebringingthehillsrightinside.Youdidawindowseat!”
“Thinkingaboutdoingsomeshelvesoverthere,buthaven’tdecided.Plentyofclosetspace.”
Heopeneddoubledoorsandmadehereyesgowide.
“Thisisamazing.It’sallsetup,allpaintedandpretty.Eventhelightinhere.Isthat...”Sheopenedanotherdoor.“Abathroom,soprettyandfresh.And...”
Shespotteditthen,thelittlesoapdish.AgrinningShrek.
Itfeltlikearmshuggedherheart.
“YoudidthisforCallie.”“Well,Ithoughtshe
neededherownspace,one
shecouldgrowinto.YouknowCallieandIaregettingmarried.Can’thaveyourbridebunkinginanunfinishedroom.”
Hereyesstung.“Shementionedthat.Howyou’regettingmarried.”
“Wantinonthat?”Sheturnedtohim.
“What?”“Badtiming.”Flustered,
frustrated,hescrubbedahandoverhishair.“Iusuallyace
thetimingangle.Mightstillbealittleoffbalance.Iwanthertohaveherownspace,thatmakesherhappy.Iwanthertobecomfortablehere.Sometimesyoumightwanttostay,andshe’dhavethisforherself.Liketheofficeyou’dhaveonthethirdfloor.”
“Office?”“Ihaven’tstartedonityet
becauseyoumightwantitsomewhereelse,butIthinkit’sagoodspace.It’dbe
acrossfromwhereI’mgoingtoputmine.First-floor-officeideawasgood,”headded,“butthethirdfloortakesworkawayfromthelivingspace.”
Shehadn’tquitecaughtup.“You’regoingtobuildmeanoffice?”
“Howareyougoingtorunabusinessifyoudon’thaveanoffice?”
Shewalkedtothewindow,watchedCallieandthedog.
“Inevertalkedtoyouaboutanyofthat.”
“MizVidid.”“Ofcourseshedid.You
believeIcandothat?Startupandrunmyownbusiness?”
“Ithinkyoucandoanything.Youhavealready.What’sgoingtostopyou?Anyway,you’dbothhavespace,andyoucouldspendmoretimehere.Seehowitworksforyou.”
“Howaboutyou,Griffin?
How’sitworkforyou?”“Iloveyou.Icanwait
awhile.You’vehadahellofatime,Shelby.Icanwaitawhile,butIwantthetwoofyouhereasmuchasIcanget.Iwantyoutobemine.Iwant—”
Whenhecuthimselfoff,sheshookherhead.“Sayit.You’veearnedit.”
“IwantCallietobemine.Damnit,shedeservesme.I’mgoodforher,andI’m
goingtokeepbeinggoodforher.Iloveher,andsheshouldbemine.That’sthesecondpartofthis,Iguess,butit’sjustasimportantasthefirstpart,justasimportantasyouandme.”
Shesatonthewindowseat,tookabreath.
“I’mgoingtobethereforthetwoofyou.That’swhereIdrawtheline.Youknowwhatfearis—youdo,becauseyouwentthroughit.Thekind
offearwhereyoudon’tthinkyou’vegotanybloodleftinyourbody.Whereeverything’sdrainedoutofyou,butfear.That’swhatitwaswhenhehadyou.Icanbepatient,Shelby,butyou’regoingtoknowwhatyouaretome.WhatyouandCallieare.”
“Iknowfear.Iknowfearlikewhatyouspokeof.Ifeltit,too,andwithitaterrible,blindingrage.Bothsotangled
theywereonethinginme.Thatfearandragethatifhedidwhatheplannedtodo,I’dneverseemybabyagain,ortuckherinatnight,orwatchherplayandlearn.Neverdryhertears.AndafearandrageI’dneverseeyouagain,orhaveyouholdontomeortakemyhandthewayyoudo.Somanythings,Ican’tsayallofthem.Itwouldtakealifetime.
“ButIknewyou’dcome.
Andyoudid.”Shedrewanotherbreath.
“I’veneversaidIloveyou.”“You’llgetaroundtoit.”“Howaboutnow?”Shewatchedthechange,
sosubtleinhisface,inhiseyes.Andherheartjustsmiledinsideher.
“Nowworksforme.”“I’veneversaidIloveyou
becauseIdidn’ttrust.Notyou,Griffin,Icametotrustyousoeasily,andthatscared
mealittlesoIdidn’ttrustme.”
Crossingherhandsoverherheart,shesworeshecouldfeelitswell.“It’sallbeensofast,soI’dthink,Ican’tgetcarriedawaywithallthis.Ican’tletmyselfgo,justridethiswave.ButIdid.Iam.Iloveyou,Ilovewhoyouarewithme,withCallie.Ilovewhoyouare.Itmight’vebeenfearandragethatmadeitcomesoclear.Butitisclear.
YoumadeCalliethisroom—forher.She’salreadyyours.SoamI.”
Hesteppedtoher,tookherhands.“Wasthereayesinthere?”
“Therewasawholebunchofthem.Weren’tyoupayingattention?”
“Igotalittlelostafter‘Iloveyou.’”Hedrewherin,tookherunder,tookthembothunderwiththelightsplashingandrainbows
circling.“Idoloveyou,”she
murmured.“Itfillsmeup,lightsmeup.LikeCalliedoes.Ididn’tknowanyoneelsecouldmakemefeelthatway.Butyoudo.”
Overcome,herockedher,rockedthemboth.“I’mnevergoingtostop.”
“Ibelieveyou.IbelieveyouandI...we’regoingtobuildwonderfulthingstogether.Withyou,Icanlook
pasttodayandtomorrowintoweeksandmonthsandyears.”
“I’vegottogetyouaring.IshouldgetCalliearing.”
Herheartjustmelted.“You’reright.Shedoesdeserveyou.I’mgoingtokeepyoufilledupandlitup,too.”Sheeasedback,framedhisface.“Iwantmorechildren.”
“Rightnow?”“Prettymuchrightnow.I
don’twanttowait.We’regoodwithchildren,youandme,andCallieshouldhaveabig,noisy,messyfamily.”
Hewasgrinning,andthoseclevereyesshiningwithit.“Howbig?”
“Threemore,that’llmakefour.”
“Four’sdoable.It’sabighouse.”
“Ihavesuchideasaboutthishouse—I’veheldback.”
“Really?”
“Really.AndI’mgoingtobeferociousonsomeofthem.”Shethrewherarmsaroundhim.“I’mgoingtoworkwithyouonthishouse,onthisfamily,onthislife.Andwearegoingtobuildsomethingstrongandrealandbeautifultogether.”
“Ithinkwe’vealreadystarted.Ifyou’regoingtohavealltheseideasandgivemeallthishelpwhenitcomestothehouse,you
shouldmoveinprettysoon.”“How’stomorrow?”Shelovedseeingthe
surprise,thenthejoy.“Tomorrow’salsodoable.
Wordoftheday.‘Doable.’It’salldoable.”
“Whydon’twegotalktoCallieaboutit?”
“Let’sdothat.Stayforsupper,”hesaidagainastheystarteddownstairs.“Staythenight,stayforbreakfast.IknowIdon’thaveabedset
upforheryet,butI’llfixsomethingup.”
“Iknowyouwill.”Theywalkedoutsidethe
oldhousethey’dmaketheirs.Walkedtowherealittlegirlandanungainlypuppyracedaroundinawhirlofglisteningbubbles,wherethehillsrosegreenandthecloudssmokedovertheminaboldbluesky.Andthewaterbubbledmusicallyoverrocksindappledlightandshadow.
She’dfoundherwayhome,Shelbythought.
Allthewayhome.
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