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“You’re very useful, dear,” Abby said. “It’s just that Ree and I have been riding together forever. But I appreciate the thought.”
“Can I borrow your computer while you’re gone?” De
“My computer,” Abby said. A panicked look crossed her face.
“I’d like to get online.”
“Well, you aren’t … you won’t read my e-mail or anything, will you?”
“No, Mom. Who do you take me for?”
She didn’t seem reassured.
“I just wanted to co
“Oh, De
“How welcoming,” De
“Oh, you know what I mean. I’m not an old lady, De
“Is that so,” De
And then, as if her words had jinxed things, that afternoon she had one of her blank spells.
She had promised to be back from her pottery class around four. They didn’t start worrying till five. Red and Stem were home by then, and Red was the one who said, “Don’t you figure your mom should be here now? I know she and Ree get to talking, but still!”
“Do you have Ree’s phone number?” De
“It’s on the speed dial. Maybe one of you all could call. I’m not so good on the phone these days.”
All three men looked at Nora. “I’ll do it,” she said.
She went to the phone in the sunroom, and Red tagged after her. Stem and De
There was a pause, and then she said, “I see. Well, thank you so much!.. Yes, I’m sure she will. Goodbye.” The receiver clicked into its cradle. “They got back to Mrs. Bascomb’s an hour ago,” she said, “and Mother Whitshank set out for home straightaway.”
“Damn! Sorry,” Red said. “I’ve told her and told her, I said, ‘Make Ree take you all the way to our door.’ She knows she’s not supposed to walk home by herself. Shoot, I bet she walked over there, too.”
Stem and De
“Maybe she stopped by a friend’s house on the way back,” Nora said.
“Nora,” Red said. “People in this neighborhood do not stop by.”
“I didn’t know that,” Nora said.
They returned to the living room, and De
“I’m coming too,” Red said.
“Fine.”
The three of them left. Nora stepped onto the porch to watch after them, her arms folded across her chest.
Stem took off toward Ree Bascomb’s in his long, loping stride, while Red and De
“Eh?” Red turned.
“Stem found her.”
They started back, passing home. They could see Stem up at the far end of the block, facing the Lincolns’ house, but they couldn’t see Abby. De
Abby was sitting on the brick steps leading to the Lincolns’ front walk, with a colorful pottery object resting on her lap. She seemed fine, but she was making no attempt to rise. “I’m so sorry!” she told De
“But you had your pottery,” Stem pointed out.
“My what?”
She looked down at it — a charming little clay house, no bigger than a box of notecards. The exterior was a vivid yellow, and the roof was red. A snarl of green pottery tendrils spread across one end of the roof to give a suggestion of leafy boughs.
“My pottery,” she said wonderingly.
“So you must have been coming, right? Coming home from pottery class.”
“Oh. Right,” Abby said. Then she cupped the house in both hands and held it up to them. “My very best work so far!” she said. “See?”
“Good job, hon,” Red told her.
And all three men nodded too vigorously, beaming too brightly, like parents admiring a piece of art that a child has brought home from nursery school.
Because of the way the house on Bouton Road was designed, a person could stand at the upstairs hall railing and hear everything that was said in the entrance hall below. The Whitshank children — and sometimes Red as well — used to do this whenever the doorbell rang, lurking invisibly overhead until they could be certain that it wasn’t just one of Abby’s orphans.
But Merrick, of course, had been a child in that house herself once upon a time, so when she dropped by on Thursday evening, she peered overhead the instant Abby let her in. “Who is that?” she called out. “I know you’re up there.”
After a pause, De
“De
“Hey there,” he said.
Abby said, “How nice to see you, Merrick,” and gave her a peck on the cheek, craning around the cardboard carton in Merrick’s arms.
“Abby,” Merrick said neutrally. Then, “Why, hello, cutie!” because Heidi had just bounded in, panting and gri
“That’s Heidi.”
“Don’t tell me poor old Brenda finally died.”
“No …” Abby said.
“Well, how do you do, Miss Heidi?” Merrick said, and she shifted her carton to one hip in order to stroke Heidi’s long nose.
Not counting the carton, Merrick was the picture of elegance — an angular, hatchet-faced woman, her too-black hair cut as short as a boy’s, wearing slim white pants and an Asian-looking tunic. “We’re about to leave for a cruise,” she told Abby, “and after that I’m going on to the Florida place, so I’ve brought you all the goodies from my fridge.”
“Hmm,” Abby said. Merrick was forever foisting her dribs and drabs of leftovers on the family. She disapproved of waste. “Well, bring them in,” Abby said, and she led Merrick toward the kitchen. Red and De
“How long are you here for?” Merrick asked De
“I’ve come to help out,” he said.
This didn’t exactly answer her question, but before she could press him, Abby broke in to say, “What have you been up to, Merrick? We haven’t seen you all summer!”
“You know I hate to come here in hot weather,” Merrick said. “It’s barbaric, not to have air conditioning in this day and age.” She set the carton on the kitchen table with a thump. “Why, Norma,” she said.
Nora barely turned from the pot she was stirring. “Nora,” she said coolly.
“Does this mean Stem is here, too?” Merrick asked Abby. “Stem and De
“Yes, isn’t that lovely?” Abby said in a sort of cheerleader tone.
“Wonders never cease.”
“He’s upstairs showering just now. I’m sure he’ll be down in a minute.”
“Why is he showering here?”
Abby was saved from having to answer this by Red’s sudden “Excuse me?”
“Why here, I said.”
“Why what here?”
“Honestly, Redcliffe. Give up and get a hearing aid.”
“I have a hearing aid. I have two.”