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“Her body didn’t stay down, not according to reports.”
“I’ve read them,” Qui
Before replacing the pack, she took out a bag of trail mix. Opened it, offered. Cal shook his head. “There’s plenty of bark and twigs around if I get that desperate.”
“This isn’t bad. What did your mother pack for you that day?”
“Ham-and-cheese sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, apple slices, celery and carrot sticks, oatmeal cookies, lemonade.” Remembering made him smile. “Pop-Tarts, snack pack cereal for breakfast.”
“Uppercase M Mom.”
“Yeah, always has been.”
“How long do we date before I meet the parents?”
He considered. “They want me to come for di
“A home-cooked meal by Mom? I’m there. How does she feel about all this?”
“It’s hard for them, all of this is hard. And they’ve never let me down in my life.”
“You’re a lucky man, Cal.”
He broke trail, skirting the tangles of blackberry bushes, and following the more narrow and less-trod path. Lump moved on ahead, as if he understood where they were headed. The first glint of the pool brought a chill down his spine. But then, it always did.
Birds still called, and Lump-more by accident than design, flushed a rabbit that ran across the path and into another thicket. Sunlight streamed through the empty branches onto the leaf-carpeted ground. And glinted dully on the brown water of Hester’s Pool.
“It looks different during the day,” Qui
“We were both. Fox went in first. We’d snuck out here before to swim, but I’d never much liked it. Who knew what was swimming under there? I always thought Hester’s bony hand was going to grab my ankle and pull me under. Then it did.”
Qui
“Fox was messing with me. I was a better swimmer, but he was sneaky. Gage couldn’t swim for crap, but he was game. I thought it was Fox again, dunking me, but it was her. I saw her when I went under. Her hair wasn’t short the way you saw her. I remember how her hair streamed out. She didn’t look like a ghost. She looked like a woman. Girl,” he corrected. “I realized when I got older she was just a girl. I couldn’t get out fast enough, and I made Fox and Gage get out. They hadn’t seen anything.”
“But they believed you.”
“That’s what friends do.”
“Did you ever go back in?”
“Twice. But I never saw her again.”
Qui
She cocked her head. “So do you usually bring your women here on dates?”
“You’d be the first.”
“Really? Is that because they haven’t been interested, or you haven’t wanted to answer questions pertaining.”
“Both.”
“So I’m breaking molds here, which is one of my favorite hobbies.” Qui
She shuddered, rose. “Can we move on? It’s too much, sitting here. It’s too much.”
It would be worse, he thought. If she felt already, sensed or understood this already, it would be worse. He took her hand to lead her back to the path. Since, at least for the moment, it was wide enough to walk abreast, he kept ahold of her hand. It almost seemed as if they were taking a simple walk in the winter woods.
“Tell me something surprising about you. Something I’d never guess.”
He cocked his head. “Why would I tell you something about me you’d never guess?”
“It doesn’t have to be some dark secret.” She bumped her hip against his. “Just something unexpected.”
“I lettered in track and field.”
Qui
“All right, all right.” He thought it over. “I grew a pumpkin that broke the county record for weight.”
“The fattest pumpkin in the history of the county?”
“It missed the state record by ounces. It got written up in the paper.”
“Well, that is surprising. I was hoping for something a bit more salacious, but am forced to admit, I’d never have guessed you held the county record for fattest pumpkin.”
“How about you?”
“I’m afraid I’ve never grown a pumpkin of any size or weight.”
“Surprise me.”
“I can walk on my hands. I’d demonstrate, but the ground’s not conducive to hand-walking. Come on. You wouldn’t have guessed that.”
“You’re right. I will, however, insist on a demo later. I, after all, have documentation of the pumpkin.”
“Fair enough.”
She kept up the chatter, light and silly enough to make him laugh. He wasn’t sure he’d laughed along this path since that fateful hike with his friends. But it seemed natural enough now, with the sun beaming down through the trees, the birds singing.
Until he heard the growl.
She’d heard it, too. He couldn’t think of another reason her voice would have stopped so short, or her hand would have gripped his arm like a vise. “Cal-”
“Yeah, I hear it. We’re nearly there. Sometimes it makes noise, sometimes it makes an appearance.” Never this time of year, he thought, as he hitched up the back of his jacket. But these, apparently, were different times. “Just stay close.”
“Believe me, I…” Her voice trailed off this time as he drew the large, jagged-edged hunting knife. “Okay. Okay. Now that would have been one of those unexpected things about you. That you, ah, carry a Crocodile Dundee around.”
“I don’t come here unarmed.”
She moistened her lips. “And you probably know how to use it, if necessary.”
He shot her a look. “I probably do. Do you want to keep going, or do you want to turn around and go back?”
“I’m not turning tail.”
He could hear it rustling in the brush, could hear the slide of mud underfoot. Stalking them, he thought. He imagined the knife was as useless as a few harsh words if the thing meant business, but he felt better with it in his hand.
“Lump doesn’t hear it,” Qui
“Not real to him, anyway.”
When the thing howled, Cal took her firmly by the arm and pulled her through the edge of the trees into the clearing where the Pagan Stone speared up out of the muddy earth.
“I guess, all things considered, I was half expecting something along the lines of the king stone from Stonehenge.” Qui
He put his hand beside hers. “Sometimes it’s cold.” He fit the knife back into its sheath. “Nothing to worry about when it’s warm. So far.” He shoved his sleeve back, examined the scar on his wrist. “So far,” he repeated.