The 37th Hour
the circle of her hard-muscled arms.
    “Thank you for coming,” she said, releasing me.
    I opened my mouth to say “How is she?” but even as I did, the screen door opened again and Genevieve came out to stand on the porch, looking at us.
    She was letting her short, dark hair grow—or more likely, she simply hadn’t thought to have it cut since Kamareia died. The few pounds she had on her sister weren’t fat; they were muscle from the gym. Her physique reminded me of the hard roundness of ponies that used to work down in coal mines.
    Shouldering my bag, I stepped around Deborah and walked to the porch. Genevieve held my gaze as I climbed the front steps.
    It seemed only right to hug her in greeting, but she was as rigid in my arms as I had been in Deborah’s.
    From the front room came the sounds of a basketball game on television. Deborah’s husband, Doug, lifted a hand in greeting but didn’t rise from his place in an easy chair.
    Deborah led me down the hall. “You can put your bag in here,” she said, gesturing through the doorway into a spare room.
    Inside were two twin beds. The comforter on one was slightly rumpled as though someone had been lying on it in the middle of the day, and I realized that this was Genevieve’s room that I would be sharing.
    I set my bag down at the foot of the other bed. On the dresser, in an old-fashioned pewter frame, was a familiar picture of Kamareia. The photo was only a year old; a 16-year-old Kam looked at me with her wide-set hazel eyes. She was smiling, almost laughing, and holding the Lowes’ corgi partly on her lap. The dog wanted to be set at liberty, and Kam was trying to hold on until the picture was taken; that was the source of her merriment.
    I’d seen the same picture in Genevieve’s house and wondered if she’d brought it with her or if the Lowes had always had the same one in their spare room.
    “Can I get you something to drink?” Deb asked from the doorway. “We’ve got Coke, and mineral water, I think. Beer, if it’s not too early in the day for you.” It was approaching one in the afternoon.
    “A Coke is fine, thanks,” I said.
    In the Lowes’ big, sunny kitchen, Deborah fixed me a glass of Coca-Cola with ice. Genevieve was so quiet she might as well not have been in the same room with us. Deliberately I caught her eye.
    “So,” I asked her, “what do people do around here for fun?”
    “I thought you were just down here for a day,” Genevieve said.
    A little bit of heat rose under my skin; it was embarrassment. I’d been hunting around at random for a conversation starter and had seized on that one. “I meant, in general.”
    When Genevieve appeared to have no answer, Deborah intervened. “There’s a cineplex in town, and that’s about it,” she said. “If we want nightlife, we have to go up to Mankato. There’s a state university there, so they’ve got the stuff that keeps college kids happy.”
    “All college kids need are bars,” I said.
    “Bars and music,” Deborah agreed.
    A moment of quiet followed that. Then Deborah spoke up again. “How’s your boyfriend . . .what’s his name?”
    I couldn’t help but glance at Genevieve, to see if she’d correct her sister. She knew Shiloh and I were married. But she remained silent.
    “Husband,” I said. “Shiloh’s fine.” I sipped my Coke and turned back to face Deborah. It was clear that Genevieve didn’t have much to contribute.
    It wasn’t as if Genevieve were catatonic, or even near-catatonic. She moved around, she answered questions, she performed tasks that were immediately at hand. But if anything, she was in worse shape than she’d seemed on the job in Minneapolis. Retreating to the countryside might help her in the end, but it hadn’t helped her yet.
    The conversation between Deborah and me, mostly about Twin Cities’ crime and politics, limped along for another half hour. I drank my Coke. Genevieve just listened. Eventually, Deborah said she had some papers

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