âWelcome to our town,â he said. âAre you staying for a while?â
âRila is a friend,â I said. âWe were in the Middle East together on a dig some years ago.â
âI donât know how long Iâm staying,â Rila said.
âYou from New York?â asked Ben. âSomeone told me you were from New York.â
âHow the hell could anyone know?â I asked. âYouâre the first person she has met.â
âHiram, I guess,â said Ben. âHe said the license plates were New York plates. He told me someone had shot Bowser with an arrow. Is that right?â
âSomeone did,â said Rila.
âI tell you we got to do something with these kids,â said Ben. âTheyâre up to something all the time. They have no respect for nothing. They are just running wild.â
âMaybe it wasnât a kid,â I said.
âWho else would it be? Itâs just the kind of thing theyâd do. Theyâre a bunch of monsters, I tell you. Some of them let the air out of my tires the other night. Came out of the picture show and I had four flats.â
âNow why would they do that?â asked Rila.
âI donât know. They just hate everyone, I guess. When you and I were kids, Asa, we never did stuff like that. We used to go fishing, remember, and hunting in the fall. And there was the time you had all of us digging in that sinkhole.â
âI am still digging in it,â I said.
âI know you are. Finding anything?â
âNot much,â I said.
âI got to be getting on,â said Ben. âI have some people coming in to see me. It was good to meet you, Miss Elliot. I hope you have a pleasant visit.â
We watched after him as he went bounding down the sidewalk.
âAn old pal of yours?â asked Rila. âOne of the gang?â
âOne of the gang,â I said.
We went across the street and into the supermarket. I got a cart and started wheeling it down the aisle.
âWeâll need potatoes and some butter,â I said, âand soap, and I guess a lot of other things.â
âDonât you make out a list?â
âIâm a disorganized housekeeper,â I said. âI try to keep it in my head and I always miss an item or two.â
âYou know a lot of people in this town?â
âSome. Some from when I was a boy, folks who stayed on and never left. Other new ones I have met since I came back.â
Slowly we loaded the cart. I forgot some items and Rila, running through a hypothetical shopping list, reminded me of others I would have forgotten. Finally, I wheeled the cart up to the checkout counter. Herb Livingston was ahead of us, putting down an armload of purchases.
âAsa,â he said, the way he always talks, as if he is breathless with delight at seeing you. âI was going to phone you for a news item. I heard you had company.â
âRila,â I said, âmeet Herb Livingston. He is another of the old gang, and now he owns the weekly paper.â
Herb beamed. âI am glad that you came to see us,â he told Rila. âI hear youâre from New York. New York City, I mean. We donât get many people from New York.â He pulled a notebook from his jacket pocket and a short pencil from his shirt pocket. âWhat is your last name, if I may ask?â
âElliot,â said Rila. âTwo l âs and one t .â
âAnd youâre visiting Asa. I mean thatâs why youâre here.â
âWe are friends of long standing,â said Rila shortly. âWe worked together on an archaeological dig in Turkey back in the late fifties.â
Herb made hentracks in his notebook. âAnd what are you doing now?â
âIâm in the import-export business.â
âI see,â said Herb, scribbling furiously. âAnd youâre staying out on the farm with Asa.â
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