her a cottage with a trellis and carport not far from the Blockâs on Texas Street. She was electric in his arms from their first time together, giggly and coarse and just a natural to do things to. She gave weepy cries during lovemaking that hardened him whenever he replayed them in his head. She liked to drink and even when she was pregnant would dance naked for him to the wireless. She laughed at jokes that made him blush and dared him, though he refused in appalled disbelief, to let her give him an orgasm with her hand while they waited for her doctor to arrive in a taxicab to deliver the baby. Afterward, Richie wanted to name the boy Walter, but Angel insisted on Seth.
âSeth? Where you get that?â
âIt come to me.â
âNow goddamn, Angel, if it some olâ boyfriendââ
âStop. I like the name.â
âIâd kill the guy, you know that.â
âBig talk.â
He smiled, mostly. âThought youâd want him called for your daddy.â
âI hardly knew the man. Took me travelinâ a couple times when my mama tired oâ fightinâ me.â
Propped on feather pillows in bed, she shifted the baby to her other breast. Richie glanced down warily but found it not so bad. âLookit that sonofabitch work! And still you want every time I see him I got to wonder who he named for?â
âIf you so worried, donât see him.â
âYou know I will, whatever he called.â
âIn the Bible, Richie! Seth is Adam and Eveâs number three child. Sent by the Lord after Cain killed Abel.â
âWell, if it out the Bible, okay.â
âLittle gift from me to you. No matter what else. âCause you been good to me and I love you.â
In that moment Richie loved her back a hundredfold. He beheld the vision of her and their child with cosmic wonder that men like him often arenât built to acknowledge. But he knew it the instant he felt it, and he knew that it was rare and he would never let it go. In the shaded glow of her bedside lamp Angelâs caramel shoulders and the slope of her breasts were something out of a classic painting heâd never seen. His babyâs pink head made him want to cry for its preciousness. In fact he did cry a little, Angel too, and when he bent low to give her a kiss their lips made a beautiful fit.
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T HE COMPANYâS GROWTH slowed only a little during the war years, with Blockâs stores opening in Houston and Jackson. Esther, from her fatherâs rocking chair relocated to a headquarters office near the Lake Charles city hall, oversaw the selection of sites and distribution centers and the standardization of products and services throughout the chain. Richie was her eyes and ears, making the rounds from place to place in a performance mixing the strut of a corporate boss with the skitter of a traveling salesman. It was an efficient partnership in which they spent little time together, and it came to an end just after New Yearâs in 1946, when Esther choked on a mouthful of crawfish pie and died at age fifty-four.
Abe Percy had prepared the dish as a pick-me-up for his friend, who was nursing a cold at home. He was sitting beside her while she ate in bed when something caught in her throat and caused a spasm that took her life right there in a blue-faced thrashing silence. He would never get over it. He would never forgive himself. Richie made a special trip to his office a week after the funeral to let Abe know that he wouldnât forgive him either. âI loved the woman,â Richie said. âNow you gone and orphaned her children.â
âTheyâre not orphans. They have their father.â
âListen to you, talkinâ legal at such a time.â
Abe clasped his hands in front of his face to keep them from shaking. âWhat do you want from me? I canât feel worse than I already do.â
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