all you need to know about dear old Dad.â Candace counts off her fatherâs salient qualities on her ringed fingers. âHeâs a big shot who is, in fact, up to his eyeballs in debt. Heâs fat as a whale. He drinks all the time. And heâs a major asshole. Kicked me out of the family McMansion five years ago. Iâm doing double shifts at the Nagog Bakery just to pay rent.â
âI like that place.â
âIf you want a cup of coffee and an almond croissant, yes. If you want to make a living, no.â
âWhen was the last time you saw your father?â
âA couple of weeks ago, when we took the baby over for a visit.â
âWe?â
âMe and Declan, Mayâs father.â
âHowâd your dad seem to be doing?â
âNo idea. We were there for about ten minutes. Dad canât stand Dex.â
âWhy not?â
âSays heâs wasting his time doing carpentry when he ought to be doing something smarterâand that pays better, of course. Dadâs all about the bottom line.â
âYou two married?â
Candace looks like sheâs caught a whiff of death. âNo, of course not. Weâre living out at the Old Nagog Tavern. Dex and his friends are fixing it up so we can sell it.â
âA project, then.â A vague memory of breaking into the abandoned tavern with friends flickers through Harknessâs mind.
âRight. You could call it that. Or a dump.â
Harkness tries to get back on track. âSo has your father been acting differently?â
âYou mean, like, depressed?â
âYes, like that.â
âSure. Maybe a little worse than usual. Heâs got business problems. Something about meeting with the regulators. I donât know anything about that kind of stuff.â
Harkness does. When the regulators show up, itâs never good news. âDoes he ever talk about killing himself?â
Candace stares.
âSorry to be so direct.â
âHe doesnât talk about it.â
âI see.â
âHe just does it,â she says. âLike, every day for the last ten years. Every steak. Every trip to the cheese store. Every bottle of wine. Every case of wine. Sure, heâs trying to kill himself.â Candace closes her eyes and this time it doesnât stop the tears.
She reaches into her purse for a tissue, and her other hand stays on the thigh of her black jeans. Harkness notices that its fingers are stiff and ringless.
Candace catches him staring, reaches into her sleeve, and tosses something at him. âCatch.â
Harkness slides back in his chair as Candaceâs hand lands in his lap then bounces to the cafeteria floor. He leans down to pick up the smudged pink plastic hand, its fingernails painted black. Sharks drawn in ballpoint circle the wrist and its shiny metal nub.
âItâs fake, Eddy,â she says. âThat hand sucks. Iâve got a better one at home but I left in a hurry.â
âHowâd that happen?â
âPaper cut.â
Harkness stares at her.
âReally bad one.â
âBack in high school you were . . .â
âWhole?â she said. âBi-handed?â
âYes.â
âHappened later, after you left town. An accident.â
Harkness holds the hand out to her by its stiff fingers. Itâs like shaking hands with a mannequin.
âItâs a long story. Iâll tell you about it sometime. But not now. Dealing with one accident is enough.â Candace tucks the metal nub into the sleeve of her leather jacket and gives it a deft twist. She gives Harkness a frozen smile and a queenly wave with her plastic hand.
âIâm sorry. Really sorry.â
Candace shrugs. âIâm used to it. Adaptationâthe great and terrible quality of us humans. We get used to just about anything.â
âStill, it must be . . .â
âBeing a one-handed waitress is
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