to have shocked me. His steady gaze said as much.
Suddenly I felt sunlight dawn inside me. Michael was home. Out of jail. The relief and joy felt like daybreak in my chest. Michaelâs expression melted when he saw that, and if Iâd had the strength, Iâd have climbed over the table and kissed him on the mouth. Heâd have met me halfway.
But he was trapped on his side of the table, and my head was still too light to make any sudden moves, so I sat very still with my knees squeezed tightly together and my hands in my lap.
Emma set a glass of water in front of me.
Another man, with a pair of reading glasses perched low on his nose, sat at the table, signing papers. âOkay, Mick,â he said, when he dotted his last signature. âYou heard the rules. You know the perimeterâÂonly the house, the yard as far as the road out front, the barn in the back. You have my phone number. Stay in touch.â
âMy parole officer,â Michael explained. âNora, this is Jim Kuzik. Nora Blackbird.â
Kuzik removed his glasses and tucked them inside his khaki jacket. He glanced around the large, rambling kitchen and up at the rafters, where a collection of antique cooking utensils hung alongside a scabbard reportedly left behind by Lafayette during a pre-ÂRevolutionary visit. After studying the accumulated hardware, Kuzik gave me an offensive once-Âover, too. âYou have quite a home, Miss Blackbird. Did Washington sleep here?â
âYes,â I said. âHe carved his initials on a headboard. And the dollar he threw across a river? He borrowed it from a relative of mine.â
Kuzik blinked. âNo kidding?â
Plenty of historical figures had passed through the hallowed Blackbird halls. A few stayed long enough to make an impression on our family history, and the anecdotes had been passed down through the generations. But at that moment, I wasnât feeling hospitable enough to give the nickel tour. I didnât like the way they were manhandling MichaelâÂas if to impress their will on him one last time.
âNo kidding,â I said.
âYouâve got a leak, though.â He pointed at the shallow pond standing on the floor tiles around the kitchen sink.
Familiar with all the drafts, pests, and other expensive issues that required money and expertise I didnât possess, I said, âIâll get a sponge.â
He eyed me a moment longer, trying to determine, perhaps, if I was holding back an angry outburst, but finally deciding I was as courteous as I pretended to be. âWe need your permission, as the homeowner, to finish installing the separate phone line for the monitor. You see, we make sure of Mickâs whereabouts by a wirelessâÂâ
âWhere do I sign?â
He passed the papers across the table and skidded a pen to me, too. âAre there any guns in the house?â
âThereâs a blunderbuss hanging over the mantel in the library,â I said as picked up the pen. âLast used by Aaron Burr, we believe. He took the gunpowder with him when he left, however.â
âInteresting. But weâll have to ask you to remove it from the premises. Mick isnât supposed to have accessâÂâ
âIâll send it out immediately.â I jotted my signature on the line at the bottom of the page and handed it back to him. âAre you gentlemen finished now? I wonder how soon you could move your vehicles off my lawn? There are heirloom varieties of flowers planted under the grass where you parked. Iâll be disappointed if the bulbs are ruined.â
My cool politeness had shamed them all into an uncomfortable silence. Finally, Kuzik said, âMy apologies. And sorry about the broken glass, too. Bergamunder will clean it up. Weâll be out of here in a jiffy.â
The rest of the officers had finished their drilling and pulled the leg of Michaelâs blue jeans down over the
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