Florida, and if Alice only said the word, then the brother would hop in his plane and fly up and show her a good time. The brother had built the plane in his garage.
She turned the lights off, but she couldnât go to bed. Had she invited this stranger into her home only so that she could worry about him? That took the cake. But in the next moment, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and she waited in the darkened living room as the door opened. Shiloh slipped inside, made his way across the darkened room to the reading lamp, which he snapped onâhadnât she broken the bulb off inside the socket? How does a person learn to fix things like that?
Shiloh saw Alice sitting on the sofa.
âYou want me to boil you some water or something?â He gave her just a fleeting look and he was in the kitchen putting the kettle on.
âThat would be nice.â She looked at her watch. It was a quarter till four. âI was waiting up for you,â she said.
âOh,â he said. There were a couple of cups in the sink and he quickly washed them. He came back in, drying his hands on a dishtowel. âYouâre upset about something.â
âIâm not upset. I just donât understand where a person can go, in this town, at four in the morning.â
He went back into the kitchen and grabbed a butter knife. Holding it in front of her face, he turned the blade so she saw her reflection. Her eyes were red rimmed, her lashes clumped together.
âI wanted to thank you for fixing the toaster,â she said, emotion choking her throat.
âAll I did was clean it,â he said.
âWell, it doesnât make that burning smell anymore.â She stood up suddenly, disappointed in herself.
âIâll be out of your hair in a couple of weeks.â
âOh,â said Alice. âAre you building another house?â
âIâm returning somewhere.â
âIâm prying.â
âNot at all. The water coming up sent me a message. I used to be very absorbed in myself, but now Iâm very absorbed outside myself.â
She found herself nodding.
âYouâre a really great roommate,â said Alice.
âI ought to be,â said Shiloh. âIâm an anarchist.â
âYouâre an anarchist?â repeated Alice.
Shiloh was all too glad to explain. âAnarchists make the best roommates. Socialists are shit. Theyâll rob you blind.â
Alice went to her room and shut the door. She heard him get up and, for a moment, she was afraid that heâd misunderstood her. She was afraid he might knock on her door, or, worse, just come in. She felt stupid. She followed his footsteps into the kitchen. He turned the burner off. Then he returned to the living roomâshe would have sworn she heard him shuffling something, a soft cardboard sound, a deck of cards, maybe.
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It was like what, these days, is called an intervention. Iâd been in my room daydreaming when Mary and Fran came in. They stood there, between me and the door, sort of looking and not looking at the window.
âBasically,â said Fran, âyour mother and I are very patient people. But for some reason you seem bent on discovering the limits of our patience. Let me tell you that we have more patience than you do. Knowing how you spend your time is basically a right we have.â
Mary addressed me. âIt might not make sense to you, but, as your parents, we need you to tell us who youâve been spending time with.â
âHereâs the deal,â said Fran. âYour mother and I have to meet this person, so youâre going to invite your little friend over for dinner.â
âWeâre not offering you a choice,â said Mary.
âItâs Shiloh Tanager,â I announced.
âHeâs kidding. Youâre kidding, right? The river rat?â Fran leaned over and butted his head against the doorjamb.
Mary called my bluff.
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