The Master Butcher's Singing Club

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sharp gaze wavered if they happened to persuade him to drink a few drops himself. The town drunk, who happened to be Delphine Watzka’s father, Roy, had his fill more than once. And to them all, Fidelis provided crackers, cheese, summer sausage, and a constant supply of good humor, for in song he was a happy man. There was no darkness in him, no heaviness. He was weightless light, all music. That first night, with an air of exquisite discovery, the men drank beer and sang until dawn. They sang their favorites to one another, taught each other the words. Their voices rose singly and then by the second chorus swept in fervent unison through the night. On the more familiar melodies, they instinctively harmonized. Sheriff Hock possessed a heartrending falsetto. Zumbrugge’s baritone had a cello-like depth and expression surprising in the author of so many heartless foreclosures. As long as he had a glass of schnapps in one hand, Roy Watzka could sing all parts with equal conviction, buthe found that his voice was so similar to Chavers’ that they sometimes dueled instead of harmonized. Eva fell asleep, as she would once a week from then on, to the sound of the men’s voices. The singing club became the most popular meeting in town and began to include listeners, those of ragged or pitchless voice, who came to sit on the outskirts of the core group and listen.
    Sadly, of all the men who lived in Argus, the club probably appealed most to Pete Kozka, who had his own passion for song. He felt left out and moped to Fritzie that he’d start his own club except that all the town’s men with good voices were taken by Fidelis. The singing club was one of the reasons that the two butchers resumed their damaged friendship. After some time, Pete simply couldn’t bear not to be included, and he showed up one night as though nothing had happened. Fidelis didn’t turn a hair. Once the two butchers sang together, the incident was almost set to rest.
    People still talked, attempting to keep the interesting rivalry going, but gradually the rancor between the butchers became an old topic and people moved on to newer subjects of absurdity or distress. For of course, every so often the town received a great shock. It seemed that just as people grew into a false assurance, believed for instance that their prayers worked and that evil was kept at bay, or thoughtlessly celebrated the quiet of their community with a street dance, a parade, or any kind of energetic complacence, something happened. Someone turned up dead. A child smothered in a load of grain. There was a pregnant woman, then one day she wasn’t pregnant anymore. People knew she killed her baby but there was no proof. A young man, perhaps drunk, was shot and killed in a jealous fit. There was a vicious rape, and the girl was sent to the mental unit while the man walked the streets. Then the man disappeared. A bank robbery. Car wreck. A boy chopped to pieces in a threshing accident. The children’s favorite schoolteacher blew his head off. Once again the town would be reminded that even though it was populated by an army of decent people, even though a majority counted themselves pious churchgoers, even though Argusprided itself on civic participation, it was not immune. Strub’s Funerary stood flourishing, a testament to the fact that death liked Argus just as much as anywhere else. And evil, though it was not condoned by the city council, flourished nonetheless, here and there, in surprising and secret pockets.

FOUR

The Cellar
    A FTER THREE MONTHS on the road, Delphine and Cyprian had milked a startling amount of money from the broke and dusty towns they passed through with their show. Which proved, said Delphine, that even in the summer of 1934, when people were really hard up, they’d pay to get their minds off their misery. Still, even though they were doing good business, Delphine decided that she had to go home. First, though, she went to a second-rate jewelry shop and

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