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“God. He raped you?”
Carlita gave a coarse laugh. “Oh, no. I wanted to see what a gringo was like. I only had a few of the camp boys before then, and mi padre would have killed me if he caught me. It was a danger and that makes it fun when you’re a teenage girl. Comprende?”
“Not really. I kept my virginity until I met Jacob,” she lied. “And I only gave it up then because I knew we were going to be married.”
“Maybe I was thinking some of that. We were to stay nine months on our visas, go back to Guadalajara in December after all the trees were cut. I thought if Joshua got me pregnant, I’d get my ring and a green card.”
Renee was shocked at the confession. “What does this have to do with Jacob?”
“After that first time, Joshua and me were doing it every minute we could sneak away. He liked it and I thought the more we did it, the faster I get a gringo baby in my belly.” She slapped her bare abdomen and added with bitterness, “Turned out I’m no good in there. Seed won’t take root.”
Renee wondered if never having a baby was worse than losing two children. She decided nothing could be worse than that. “So you had to go back to Mexico?”
“No. His father fixed it up so we didn’t have to go back right away. Joshua said it was because we were cheap. Said, ‘Daddy don’t have to pay no white-man wages.’ Jacob used to follow Joshua sometimes when he came to the camp. I think he was jealous.”
“I’m sorry. You don’t know Jacob.”
“Maybe you don’t, hey, senora? He used to watch us while we did it. One day, under the bridge, I saw him hiding in the bushes. He came out and said he was going to tell their father if I didn’t let him do it, too.”
Renee’s intestines clenched as if they harbored a nest of snakes. “Did you let him?”
“Joshua went loco, beat him up. Said he was the oldest so he always got to go first. Said to come back when he had something to offer in return.”
“And?”
“Jacob finally did come back. Eight years ago. Right after he married you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The house stood like a watchtower on the hill overlooking the river. Jacob gu
The knob turned and the door parted. Joshua held a Mason jar full of iced tea, a ragged wedge of lemon sticking to the rim. “Howdy, brother. Nice of you to drop by. We’re getting to be just like family again.”
“You set the fire at the construction site.”
“Jake, don’t be like that. Come on in and have a drink.”
Jacob didn’t move, his fists still clenched. “They’re watching me. They’ll be suspicious.”
“Look, don’t tell me the thing wasn’t insured. I know you. You’re a chip off the old block. Even when you lose, you make money, just like Warren Wells.” Joshua looked up at the family cemetery, a twisted grin on his stubbly face.
“Arson is a serious crime.”
“The fire chief showed up, didn’t she?”
“They investigate every structure fire. You know that.”
“But she didn’t find nothing. Had to be an accident. A worker dropped a cigarette by the kerosene can, right?”
Jacob frowned, loathing himself for letting his twin dominate his life for so long, even in absence. “She said they’d do more tests, but that was her preliminary ruling.”
“They’ll sniff around and try to scare you, but in the end they’ll pay. And then you can pay me.”
“I’ll pay. Just leave my wife out of it.”
“Oh, Jakie Boy. The game don’t play that way. She’s in way too deep to be left out. She’s family.”
“Damn it, we’re trying to make it work. I don’t want to lose her.”
“You mean you can’t afford to lose her yet.”
Jacob looked off the porch to the rise of hills, the meadow sloping away to the river, the long sandy drive, the distant bridge. “I’ve kept my part of the bargain,” Jacob said. “Now get your ass back to Te
“I kinda like it here now.”
“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“Seeing Carlita got you fired up.”
“You told her, didn’t you? About Mom?”
“Family secrets stay in the family,” Joshua said. “Ain’t that what you always said?”
“Does she know you poisoned your own dad?”
“Why don’t you come on in, have a cold one? I’m drinking Corona today. A little taste of Mexico while Carlita’s away.”
“Is she back in Te
“Hell if I know. She took the keys and left before I got up. You know how women are. You know how she is.”
“You should keep her out of it.”
“Oh, but she’s right smack between us, ain’t she?” Joshua jerked his head toward the inside of the house. “She ought to be in them family portraits, arms around you and me, Mom and Dad in the back row gri
“Shut up.”
“Like a couple of skulls.”
“I didn’t kill them.”
“No. Dad was all me.”
“You didn’t have to. The cancer had already reached his liver. He wouldn’t have lived more than six months.”
“I wasn’t going to let the bastard cheat me out of the fun.”
“I didn’t know he’d changed the will.”
“Sure.” Joshua pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket, stabbed it between his chapped lips, and mopped the sweat from his greasy forehead with the back of his hand. “We thought it was fifty-fifty. But he played us to the end, just like he did our whole lives.”
“Once in a while I’d catch him looking at that broken cane, at the splinters in the wood. Like he knew.”
“No damned wonder,” Joshua said around the cigarette. “The only reason he didn’t kill her is you beat him to it.”
“I didn’t—”
“Cut the shit, Jake. It’s in your blood. It’s what we do.” He fired the cigarette, holding the Bic aloft, the flame’s reflection bobbing in each of his dark pupils. He rattled the shrinking ice cubes in his jar of tea, the noise like bones shaken in a glass coffin. The lighter disappeared into his pocket, easy to retrieve in case arson was required.
And it often was, Jacob knew. “Nobody would believe you if you told them.”
“Does it matter? A small town like this, the newspaper would be on it like green flies on sugar shit. They’d drag you through the mud until you were so dirty it wouldn’t matter what the truth was. It’s not every day that a boy kills his Momma. Then they’d start co
“You’d go to jail, too.”
Joshua inhaled the tobacco as if it were his last gasp of oxygen, then pushed it out of his lungs. “I got nothing to lose. Ain’t no prison worse than waking up pissed off and poor every day. Besides, I didn’t leave no evidence. Dad was eating those pills anyway. A little digitalis and cyanide wasn’t nothing.”
Warren Wells’ friends had heaped sympathy on the twins. People like Rayburn Jones and the family attorney, Herbert Isaacs, talked about how the sons had been so noble, coming back to the farm to help their ailing father get out a final tree crop. The funeral was held at Three Springs Baptist Church, where Warren Wells had served as a deacon in his middle age, before his fervor shifted toward hoarding treasures of the Earth rather than of the spirit. During the memorial service, Joshua had disguised his giggles as sobs. Jacob felt no emotion at all.
The day after the burial in the family cemetery, Herbert Isaacs gathered the family in the study of the Wells house and read them the will. That’s when Joshua learned he’d received the property instead of the ru