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“And I’m that stress situation?”
“All I know, Miz Krueger, is that Rooney ain’t seen Caroline walking around the hospital.”
“Clyde, before you lock up that desk, I wish you’d give me some money. Erich left so suddenly that I only have a few dollars and I need to get some odds and ends. Oh, yes, may I borrow your car to go into town?”
Clyde turned the key and dropped it in his pocket. “Erich was real plain about that, Miz Krueger. He don’t want you borrowing cars and he told me anything you need till he gets back, you should just tell me and I’ll see you get it. But he said real emphatic that he don’t want no money given to you. He said it’ll cost me my job if I give you a dime from the farm funds or lend my own money to you.”
Something in her face made him adapt a friendlier tone. “Miz Krueger, you’re not to want for anything. Just tell me what you need.”
“I need…” Je
The late-afternoon shadows were spreading like curtains on the pale brick of the farmhouse. At the edge of the woods the tall Norwegian pines were vividly lush against the stark nakedness of the maples and birches. The sun, hidden behind heavy charcoal clouds, was sending diffused rays over the horizon, streaking the sky with coldly beautiful shades of mauve and pink and cranberry.
A winter sky. A winter place. It had become her prison.
At eight minutes after seven, Je
“Je
Je
“They’re fine, of course. What have you been doing today, Je
“Not much. Now that Elsa doesn’t come in, I’m a bit busier in the house. I rather like that.” Closing her eyes, trying to choose her words, she added lightly, “Oh, I saw Joe.” She hurried on, not wanting to lie, not wanting to admit that she’d gone to the Ekers home. “He’s so pleased that you rehired him, Erich.”
“I suppose he told you the rest of the conversation I had with him?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that garbled story about seeing you get in the car and then deciding he hadn’t seen you. You never admitted to me that Joe actually told you he’d seen you in the car that night. I always thought it was only Rooney who saw you.”
“But Joe said… he told me that he told you… he’s positive it was someone else wearing my coat.”
“Jen, have you signed that statement?”
“Erich, don’t you see we have a witness who swears…”
“What you mean is we have a witness who knows he saw you and who, to ingratiate himself with me, to get back his job, is now willing to change his story. Je
Je
“Je
Je
No. Biting her lips into a thin, firm line she dialed Mark’s number.
He answered on the first ring. “Dr. Garrett.”
“Mark.” Why did that deep, warm voice bring quick tears to her eyes?
“Je
“Mark, I… Could you… I have to talk to you.” She paused, then went on: “But I wouldn’t want anyone to see you here. If I cut through the west field, would you pick me up? Unless… I mean… If you have plans, don’t bother…”
“Wait near the millhouse. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Je
She’d have to take the chance that Erich wouldn’t phone again in the next few hours.
She left the house and walked in the shadow of the stable and polebarns. Behind the electric fences she could see the outlines of the cattle as they hunched near the barns. There was no grazing on the snow-covered ground and they tended to stay near the buildings where they were fed.
Less than ten minutes after she reached the mill, she heard the faint sound of a car approaching. Mark was driving with his parking lights on. She stood out in the clearing and waved. He stopped, leaned over and opened the door for her.
He seemed to understand that she wanted to get away quickly. It wasn’t until they reached the county road that he spoke. “I understood you were in Houston with Erich, Je
“We didn’t go.”
“Does Erich know you called me?”
“Erich’s away. He took the children.”
He whistled. “That’s what Dad…” Then he stopped. She felt his glance, was acutely aware of his wind-ta
It had been months since the one time she’d been in his home. At night it had the same welcoming atmosphere that she remembered. The wing chair, its velvet upholstery somewhat worn, was drawn up to the fireplace. An outsized oak coffee table in front of a Lawson couch held newspapers and magazines. The shelves on either side of the fireplace were crammed with books of every shape and size.
Mark took her coat. “Farm life certainly hasn’t fattened you up,” he observed. “Have you had di
“No.”
“I thought not.” He poured sherry for them. “My housekeeper was off today. I was just about to cook a hamburger when you phoned. I’ll be right back.”
Je
In a few minutes Mark returned with a tray. “Mi
The food smelled delicious. Je
He was sitting in the wing chair, his long legs stretched toward her, his eyes concerned, his forehead creased in thought. She realized she didn’t mind being studied by him. Oddly it was comforting, as though he would analyze what was wrong and make it right. His father had much that same look. Luke! She hadn’t asked about him. “How is your father?”
“Coming along, but he gave me a real scare. He wasn’t feeling well even before he went back to Florida. Then he had the attack. But he’s in his own place now and looks good. He really wanted you to come visit him, Je