âlittle belly,â as you put it.â
âYouâre in denial, Lila. One look and a blind man could tell.â Without realizing heâs doing it, Norval pulls the sheet up to his chin. It has something to do with the idea of his daughter
showing
. âSo what about Kyleâs mother?â he asks. âCanât she lend a hand?â
âMrs. Hoffert is lovely, but this is the brideâs familyâs responsibility. You canât weasel out that way, Norval.â
Lilaâs acting like this wedding is the most important event in the history of the town, Norval thinks, when in fact he sees it, well, not so much as a disasterânothing is final these daysâbut as a mistake that will be evident before the guests have eaten their good-luck slivers of wedding cake. He wants to suggest again that the marriage take place cheaply and quietly, and that they spend the money to celebrate in a yearâs time if the future looks promising then. When he suggested this the first time, his wife and daughter in unison called him a tightwad and dismissed the idea without consideration.
Norval sighs audibly, tucking the sheet around his neck as though heâs in a body bag with his head sticking out.
âIn case you hadnât noticed,â he says, âI too have a job. I too have a list, and a rather long one.â He tries to picture his desk calendar, the one heâs refused to replace with an electronic version, and wonders who will be the first to enter his office at the bank in the morning, playing a sympathy card and asking for more money or more time. And heâs pretty sure he has school board business sometime after lunch, the interview of the only qualified applicant for the job of home economics teacher. Waiting in the wings is the righteous Mrs. Baxter, owner of Norvalâs favorite rooster, who has been trying to get her hands on the job for the last ten years even though she doesnât have a teaching certificate. He can only hope the qualified applicant isnât covered in tattoos. If sheâs at all acceptable, theyâll have to hire her or face the teachersâ union.
Lila says, âI want you to talk to someone at the church. The foyer absolutely must be redecorated, and I donât just mean a coat of paint. Theyâll listen to you, Norval. Youâre an important person in the community and, besides, youâre a man.â
Important, hah,
Norval thinks to himself. Important, when his job description includes foreclosure on properties that have been in the family for over a hundred years. Tolling the death knell for people like Blaine Dolsonâwho has found work on the road crew, thank God for that; he has a half dozen kids to support.
What would happen, Norval wonders, if he just stayed in bed, didnât go to the bank on Main Street, just pulled the sheets over his head and stayed in bed until noon, and then got up in his pajamas and watched whatever was on TV, whatever appeared on the screen when he hit the power button on the remoteâmusic videos, football or golf, some reality show about redecorating houses or ballroom dancingâand when the day was over heâd go back to bed and sleep with a free conscience. He wonders whether this is possible, if he could ever, at his age, close enough to retirement that the word has entered his vocabulary, quit his job?
And then he reminds himself that heâs considering just the thing that he fears for his daughterâpoverty resulting from a rash actâand he knows that if it gets too bad heâll apply for a transfer to another town and heâll start all over with new clients who will trust him, or give him the benefit of the doubt, for a few years at least.
Lila sits up in bed. âDid you hear that?â she asks.
âThe wind?â Norval asks.
âNot the wind,â she says. âThere is no wind. I think it was the front door.â
Now Norval hears
Kat Richardson
Celine Conway
K. J. Parker
Leigh Redhead
Mia Sheridan
D Jordan Redhawk
Kelley Armstrong
Jim Eldridge
Robin Owens
Keith Ablow