After I got out of the air force, I swore I would come back to this area and you couldnât pry me out. Iâve stuck to it.
But at least my world opened up when I found Jeanne. Without her I could just have easily lived in a world only slightly bigger than Leslie Parjeterâs.
When I go back into the kitchen, I find several people have been here to visit and are ready to leave. I exchange a few words with them, a couple of them eyeing me in an odd way, wondering how I come to be here. I slip out back to get Greg. He needs to have a presence with these folks.
I see right off that Greg is not a person well suited to the morning. He comes to the door with his hair sticking out all over and his eyes unfocused. He smells like he slept in his clothes. When I tell him people are here to pay their respects and he ought to be there, he gives an ornery grunt and tells me heâll be over at the house after a while.
âIâve let you sleep as long as I can. This is something you have to put yourself out for.â
âI told you Iâll be there in a minute,â he says. Yesterday the shock of Dora Leeâs death had him a little cowed, but today heâs back to his prickly self.
I look him up and down. âIt might be a good idea if you took a shower, too.â
Back in the kitchen, Loretta is stowing another dish of macaroni and cheese in the refrigerator. A woman I donât recognize is sitting at the kitchen table. She introduces herself as Frances Underwood, from the next farm down. Sheâs in her forties and skinny, all sharp edges and bright eyes with some calculation in them.
Although Iâve run into most people around here one time and another, I donât know the Underwoods. Dora Lee said they were a little snobbish. I sit down across the kitchen table from her. âYouâre the woman who found Dora Lee?â
âI am. I donât ever want something like that to happen to me again.â
âIt must have been terrible.â Iâm thinking it was a damn sight worse for Dora Lee. âWhat time of the morning was it?â
âEarly. I was bringing Dora Lee some eggs. Iâve got a few good layers and she said she wouldnât mind having some fresh eggs.â
âYou canât find good fresh eggs like that at the grocery store,â Loretta says. âHow much do you get for them?â
I translate. Loretta wants to know if this woman was giving the eggs, or selling them.
âTheyâre real reasonable. I donât charge a bit more than youâd pay at the Quick Stop.â
âYou canât do any better than that,â Loretta says, patting the curls at the back of her neck.
âWhen you came to bring the eggs yesterday morning, I donât suppose you saw anybody around that shouldnât be here?â I say.
âThereâs nobody out and about that time of day. I like to get my business out of the way early.â She has one of Lorettaâs cinnamon rolls in front of her and she picks off a little corner of it. âThey say it was that grandson of hers that killed her.â
âYou ever see any signs of problems between them?â I ask.
She puts the morsel of roll into her mouth and mashes it around. Sheâs so skinny that you just know she and food are not on good terms. âI never saw the boy more than once or twice, so I couldnât tell you.â
âHow long have you lived out here?â
âWhen Mamma had to go into a home, we moved into her house. Weâve been here almost two years now.â
I prick up my ears. Most people around these parts move back to their parentsâ old place when the old people canât do for themselves. They move back to help out, not to displace them. âWait a minute, I remember your folks. Ed and Agatha Shockley. Ed died, what is it, fifteen years ago now?â
âThatâs right. Mamma wore herself out with the farm after
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