Iâm downgrading myÂself, that Iâd better look on the bright side of things, start putting on a frontâthatâs all true, isnât it?â
âI donât know,â Ben said. âEat your supper.â
âHow can I eat, not knowing?â
âThe rest of us eat, not knowing. And work and sleep, not knowing.â He added in a gentler voice, âYouâre doing all right, Charlie. Youâre holding down a job, youâve got a nice girlfriend, youâre keeping your nose cleanâyouâre doing fine, just fine.â
âAnd youâre not mad at me any more for being late?â
âNo.â
âI flooded the engine, see. I had to wait and wait for the gas to drain out of it. I thought of calling you, but then I thought, Ben wonât be worrying, he knows Iâm behaving myself, keeping my nose clean â¦.â I watched from the road. The house is a long way back among the trees but I could see the child sitting at one of the front windows. Poor Jessie, poor sweetheart, restÂing her little bruised body. Why donât her parents protect her? If anything happens to the girl it will be their fault, and their fault alone.
(6)
The Arlingtons arrived home from the beach at seven oâclock and Virginia went directly to her room, without saying a word. Howard was in the kitchen unpacking the picnic basket when the dog, Chap, began barking and pawing at the back door.
Howard called out, âWhoâs there?â
âItâs me, Uncle Howard. Jessie.â
âOh. Well, come on in.â
Jessie went in, wearing a robe over her pajamas and carrying the book that weighed nearly half as much as she did. âIs Aunt Virginia here?â
âOh, sheâs here all right, but sheâs incommunicado.â
âDoes that mean in the bathroom?â
Howard laughed. âNo, it means sheâs sore at me.â
âWhy?â
âA dozen reasons. Sheâs sunburned, sheâs got sand in her hair, she doesnât like the way she looks in a bathing suit, a bee stung her on the footâall my fault, of course.â Howard put the picnic basket, now empty, on the top shelf of the broom closet, and closed the door. âWhen you grow up, are you going to fuss about things like that?â
âI donât think so.â
âAtta girl.â
Jessie put the book on the table, then leaned over to pet the dog. Chap, smelling the butter that had dribbled down her chin from an ear of corn, began licking it off. Jessie was so flattered she stood the tickling without a giggle, though it was almost unÂbearable. âDo you think Chap likes me, Uncle Howard?â
âObviously.â
âDoes he like everybody?â
âAs a matter of fact, no,â Howard said dryly. âHe doesnât even like me.â
âWhy? Is he afraid of you?â
âAfraid of me? Why should he be? What gave you that idea?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, I donât beat him, kid, if thatâs what you mean. Heâs just been spoiled rotten by women. All he has to do is roll his eyes and he gets a T-bone steak. A little more,â he added, âis required of the human male though God knows what it is.â
Jessie wasnât sure what he was talking about but she realized he was in a bad mood and she wished Aunt Virginia would come out of communicado.
Howard said, âWhoâs the book for?â
âAunt Virginia. She gave it to me this afternoon, only when my mother saw it she told me I had to give it back.â
âWhy?â
âIt cost twenty dollars.â
âOh?â Howard opened the book and looked at the price on the inside back jacket. âSo it did. Twenty dollars.â
He sounded very calm but his hands were shaking and both the child and the dog sensed trouble.
âVirginia!â
There was no response from the bedroom.
âYouâd better come out