wasââ She groped through her command of the language.
âSmitten.â
She brightened. âYes. Itâs an old-fashioned word, isnât it? You donât hear it much anymore.â
âIn a few years half the world wonât be able to understand the other half. What did he hunt?â
âElk.â She shook her head, still smiling. âHe wasnât very good at it, Iâm afraid. In eight years he never shot one. Do you know what I think? I think he had lots of chances but never took them. It was just an excuse to get away with friends and commune with nature.â
âWhat were his friends like?â
âI never really got to know them. Heâd had some of them since high school, and they were scattered all over the United States. They only got together during the season, and he stopped going after Michel was born. The trips were too expensive to justify, with a family to look after.â
âIâd like the names of his friends, if you can get them.â
âI suppose I can. He kept an address book. Why?â
âI used to hunt deer with my father upstate. He always said if you really want to know who your friends are, you should spend three days with them in a hunting camp. The veneer wears off quick.â
âWhy would someone kill Donald? Thatâs the question I want to ask when they find who did it.â
I lit a cigarette, mainly to cover the smell of warm food drifting my way. I donât eat breakfast and I didnât want to chisel off the chronically hungry. âYou seem pretty sure theyâll find him.â
âI have to. Itâs all I have, apart from my son. I lost the baby, you know.â
âI heard. Iâm sorry. What do you think of the reward your church put up?â
She looked me in the eye. âItâs a damn nuisance. People keep calling the house with what they think they know. I tell them to call the sheriff, or the church. Iâve tried to persuade the Reverend Melville to withdraw it. She says thatâs up to the person who offered it, and heâs adamant. Do you know who he is?â
âDo you?â
âNo. I think if I could just talk to him, make him see the reward is actually getting in the way of the investigation, heâll see my side. But Florence wonât budge. Budge, yes?â
âYes. I think your English is better than you make out. Pretending to have to think about what someoneâs saying to you is a good way to buy time while you think of what to say back.â
Up close her eyes werenât black at all, but a deep shade of brown.
âDo you always say exactly whatâs on your mind?â
âWhen I think itâll save time.â I pointed to the pocket where sheâd put my card. âYou can get me on my cell when you have the names of Donaldâs hunting buddies. Men open up among themselves more than you might think, especially over drinks and euchre.â
âEuchre?â
âCard game: one of those cuss-and-slam-down-a-card affairs. Itâs not played much outside the Midwest.â
âHe never mentioned it. Do you know how to play?â
âIâm rusty, but I could brush up.â
âWill you teach me? Iâve been looking for something to occupy my thoughts since the billboards.â
âIâd be glad to; just as soon as I brush up on it myself.â
She smiled, and I saw the pain then.
âIâll hold you to that. Itâs the quiet that sets in, you know? After the ceremony and the good wishes and the offers to help are over and done with. Itâs one of the reasons Iâm here feeding strangers while my son is being looked after by other strangers.â
âHow are they getting along?â
âChildren are resilient. Anyway, thatâs what everyone keeps telling me, or almost everyone. Michelâs teacher thinks he should be in counseling. I donât know. What do you