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"OK, I'll come by to hear your story, but it'll have to be after the rehearsal di
"I admire a woman who sticks to her principles." His voice was low and rough.
"Will you come in and meet my family?"
"That's why I'm wearing the suit."
I looked up at him with some suspicion. Jack is a little older than I am and four inches taller. In the security lights of the church parking lot, I could see that he had his black hair brushed back into a neat ponytail, as usual. He has a beautiful thin, prominent nose, and his lips are thin and sculpted. Jack used to be a Memphis policeman, until he left the force after his involvement in an unsavory and bloody scandal.
He's got lips, he knows how to use ‘em, I thought, almost intoxicated by his presence. Only Jack could get me in the mood to paraphrase an old ZZ Top song.
"Let's go do the right thing, before I try something here in the parking lot," he suggested.
I stared at him and turned to walk back in the church. Somehow, I expected him to vanish between the door and the altar, but he followed me in and down the aisle, flanking me when we reached the clustered wedding party. Naturally enough, they were all staring our way. I could feel my face harden. I hate explaining myself.
And Jack stepped up beside me, put his arm around me, and said, "You must be Lily's mother! I'm Jack Leeds, Lily's ..."
I waited with some interest while Jack, normally a smooth talker, floundered at the end of the sentence.
"Boyfriend," he finished, with a certain inaccuracy.
"Frieda Bard," my mother said, looking a little stu
"Mr. Bard," Jack said respectfully, "glad to meet you."
My father pumped Jack's hand, beaming like someone who's just found Ed McMahon and a camera crew on his doorstep. Even the ponytail and the scar on Jack's right cheek didn't diminish my father's smile. Jack's suit was expensive, a very muted brown plaid that brought out the color of his hazel eyes. His shoes were polished. He looked prosperous, healthy, clean shaven, and I looked happy. That was enough for my dad, at least for the moment.
"And you must be Varena." Jack turned to my sister.
When would everyone stop looking like deer caught in headlights? You'd think I was a damn leper, they were so amazed I had a man. Jack actually kissed Varena, a quick light one on the forehead. "Kiss the bride for luck," he said, with that sudden, brilliant smile that was so wi
Dill recovered quickest.
"I'm about to join the family," he told Jack. "I'm Dill Kingery."
"Pleased to meet you." The shake again.
And it went on from there, with me not saying a word. Jack glad-handed the men and gave the women a flash of clean, earnest sexuality. Even off-kilter Mrs. Kingery beamed at him in a dazed way. "You're trouble on the hoof, and I know it," she said firmly.
Everyone froze in horror, but Jack laughed with genuine amusement. The moment passed, and I saw Dill close his eyes in relief.
"I'll take off, since you're in the middle of your special occasion," Jack told the group generally, with no hint of a hint in his voice. "I just wanted to meet Lily's folks."
"Please," Dill said instantly, "we'd really enjoy your joining us for the rehearsal di
Jack did the polite thing and declined, mentioning the important family occasion and the fact that he had arrived una
Dill repeated his invitation. Social Ping-Pong.
When Varena joined in, Jack allowed himself to be persuaded.
He retired to sit at the back of the church. My eyes followed him every inch of the way.
We walked through the ceremony again. I went through my paces on autopilot. Patsy Green reminded me again to smile. This time she sounded a little sharper.
I was thinking hard during the rest of the rehearsal, but I couldn't come to any conclusion. Could it possibly be true that Jack was here for me? He had admitted he had another reason, but he'd said he was coming here anyway. If that was true ...
But it was too painful to believe.
Jack had already been here when Dr. LeMay and Bi
"Looks like I'm too late on the scene," Berry said to me in a pleasant way after Patsy Green and the O'Sheas agreed we had the procedure down pat. We were just outside the church doors.
"That's so flattering of you," I said with a genuine smile. For once, I had said the right thing. He smiled back at me.
"Lily!" Jack called. He was holding open the passenger door of his car. I couldn't imagine why.
"Excuse me," I told Berry and strolled over. "Since when," I muttered, conscious of my voice carrying in the cold clear air, "have you found it necessary to hold doors for me?"
Jack looked wounded. "Darlin‘, I'm your slave." He seemed to be imitating Berry's Delta accent.
"Don't be an ass," I whispered. "Seeing you is so good. Don't ruin it."
He stared down at me as I swung my legs into his car. The taut muscles around his mouth relaxed. "All right," he said and shut the door.
We backed up to follow the other cars out of the parking lot.
"You found the doctor today," he said.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I brought my police sca
"Yes."
"How much do you know about Dill Kingery?" he asked.
I felt as though he'd punched me in the stomach. I had to sit silent to gather breath, my panic was so complete and sudden. "Is something wrong with him?" I asked finally, my voice coming out not so much angry as scared. Varena's face smiling up at Dill came into my mind, the long engagement, the relationship Varena had worked so hard to build up with Dill's daughter, Varena's cheerful acceptance of crazy Mrs. Kingery...
"Probably nothing. Just tell me."
"He's a pharmacist. He's a widower. He's a father. He pays his bills on time. His mother is crazy."
"That's the old biddy who said I was trouble?"
"Yes." She was right.
"The first wife's been dead how long?"
"Six or seven years. A
"And Jess O'Shea? The preacher?"
I looked over at Jack as we passed a streetlight. His expression was tense, almost angry. That made two of us. "I don't know anything about him. I've met his wife and little girl. They have a boy, too."
"He coming to the rehearsal di
"The minister usually does. Yes, I heard them say they'd gotten a sitter."
I wanted to hit Jack, a not uncommon situation.
We pulled into Sarah May's Restaurant parking lot. Jack parked a little away from the other cars.
"I can't believe you've upset me this much in five minutes," I said, hearing my own voice coming out distant and cold. And shaking.
He stared through the windshield at the restaurant windows. They were edged with flickering Christmas lights. The glow flashed across his face. Damn blinking lights. After what felt like a very long time, Jack turned to me. He took my left hand with his right.
"Lily, when I explain what I'm working on, you'll forgive me," he said, with a kind of painful sincerity I was forced to respect. He sat holding my hand, making no move to open his door, waiting for me to extend him ... trust? Advance absolution? I felt as if he'd opened a cavity in my chest and turned a spotlight on it.
I nodded sharply, opened my door, and got out. We met in front of the car. He took my hand again, and we went into Sarah May's.
Sarah Cawthorne, half of the Sarah May of the name, showed us to the private room that Dill had reserved for the party. Of course, all of us but Jack and Mrs. Kingery had been in it many times, since it was one of two places in Bartley you could dine out privately. I saw that it had been recently carpeted and wallpapered in the apparently perpetually popular hunter green and burgundy, and the artificial Christmas tree in the corner had been decorated with burgundy and off-white lace and matching ribbons. This tree was lit, too, of course, draped with the small clear lights, and thank God they didn't blink.