cloves and adding them to the pan. âIt can take over. Rubbing your fingers on stainless steel will get the garlic smell outâweird, I know, but it works. I read it inâ¦never mind. Brown the hamburger after that.â Then I stirred in the tomatoes and beans. âTwo big cans each,â I said, in case Angel didnât see it. âThatâs it.â
Angel slid off the counter and took two spoons from the silverware drawer.
âNo, it has to cook now,â I explained. âFor a couple of hours.â
Angel looked as if she was trying to figure out if I was kidding. Before I could explain the importance of simmering, there was a knock at the screen door. We jumped.
George again. We hadnât noticed the mower kick off. He was holding a shovel. âYouâre all set,â he said, setting it by the steps. âYou two helped me out so much yesterday, I figured the least I could do was come back and dig those holes for you.â
Treb trotted up the steps then. He began to whine and nose the door. George shook his finger at him. âYouâre not going in, boy. Thatâs the price you pay for rolling in seaweed. By the way, I piled it beside those holes for you girls.Just fork it over the mounds when youâre done working in your fertilizer.â
Treb scratched harder at the door. I shot a quick glance down the hall and shuddered. George ordered him down, and Treb obeyed, but you could tell it nearly killed him. He stared through the screen with his head cocked as if he couldnât believe what he was smelling. Now and then he broke his gaze to look up at George as if to say, Donât you want to roll in that? He gave a final scrabble at the door and then lay down with his head on his paws and looked up at us, whimpering at the injustice.
Angel came up behind me. âWell, thanks, George,â she said brightly. âGood-bye!â
But George didnât take the hint. He brushed the grass clippings off his pants and then opened the screen door with a âStay!â warning to Treb and stepped inside. He lowered his head and pointed a finger at me. âYou,â he said.
âMe?â
âEight mousetraps, all sprung. Not a mouse in a one of âem. You know anything about that?â
I raised my hands in surrender, relieved. Angel stared between George and me.
âI figured,â George said with a smile. âSoft heart for the underdog, runs in the family. Okay, I give upâyour underdogs can have the cottages this year.â He sniffed.âSmells good.â He crossed to the stove and nodded over the bubbling pot. âLouise makes some fine chili. She must be feeling better if she got up and cooked.â
Angel and I stared at each other.
âGotta be tough on crutches. Guess it wiped her out. Must be why I couldnât raise her.â
Now we stared at George.
âI saw her through the window as I was coming in. I waved, but then I could see she was conked out. Dead to the world.â
Angel found her voice first. It was shaky, though. âShe is. Dead to the world. Exactly. Soâ¦â She gave a meaningful look at the door.
âI brought my screwdriver,â George said, completely ignoring Angelâs meaningful look. âIâve been promising to fix that towel rack in the bathroom for weeks. Once the boat goes back in tomorrow, I wonât have the time, so Iâll just do it while Iâm here. Iâll be quietââ
My voice came back then. Loud. âNo!â
It was Georgeâs turn to stare.
âStella is just remembering the big school project we have to do,â Angel said. âItâs due tomorrow. Stella canât work if thereâs someone in the house.â If lying were a sport, this girl would have a neckful of gold medals. Angel grabbed the door again and swept her hand as if Georgewere already walking through. âSo, bye, thanks.â
George finally gave up.
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