Dream a Little Dream (28 page)

Rachel shuddered at the thought of Edward turning out like this. “Do you know when she’ll be back?”

He shrugged, already bummed out on a life that had barely begun. “My mom don’t tell me shit.”

“Watch your mouth,” Gabe said in a low, almost toneless voice that sent a shiver up Rachel’s spine. Although he didn’t do anything overtly threatening, he seemed to loom over the surly teenagers, and the Dennis boy began to study one of the petunia pots.

His red-haired friend, the one he’d taken the cigarette from, shifted nervously. “My mom and her are workin’ at the pig roast today.”

Gabe’s lips barely moved. “You don’t say.”

The redhead’s knobby Adam’s apple wobbled in his throat. “We’re goin’ down there later. Do you want us to give her a message or something?”

Rachel decided to intercede before the poor kid swallowed his cigarette. “We’ll find her. Thanks.”

“Punks,” Gabe said as they returned to the truck. The moment they were settled inside, he turned to her. “You are
not
going to that pig roast.”

“You know, Bonner, finding this Bible is tough enough without having to drag you along every step of the way.”

“The minute people set eyes on you, they’re going to truss you up and stick you on the spit, right along with the pig.”

“If you’re going to be a wimp about it, you can just drop me off there. I’ll get a ride home with Kristy.”

He threw the truck into gear with a quick, irritated motion and backed out into the street. “We had that cottage all to ourselves this afternoon. Just the two of us. But are we taking advantage of it? Hell no.”

“Stop acting like a horny teenager.”

“I feel like a horny teenager.”

“Yeah?” She smiled. “Me, too.”

He stopped the truck in the middle of the street, leaned across the seat, and kissed her, a faint brush of the lips, sweet and fleeting. Ribbons of sensation unfurled inside her.

“Sure you don’t want to change your mind about that pig roast?” He propped his elbow on the back of the seat and regarded her with an expression that was so mischievous it made her laugh.

“I definitely want to change my mind, but I’m not going to. Just one more stop, Gabe. I’ll talk to Carol Dennis, and then we’ll go back to the cottage.”

“Why do I think it’s not going to be that easy?” With an expression of resignation, he pointed the truck toward town.

The pig roast was being held in the athletic field attached to Memorial Park, the town’s largest public space. The park itself contained green metal benches and neatly laid-out flower beds that bloomed with impatiens and marigolds. Beyond it, the athletic field baked in the midday sun with the only shade coming from the tents and canopies erected by the county’s civic organizations, which used the annual pig roast to raise funds. The smell of charcoal and roasted meat permeated the air.

Almost immediately, Rachel spotted Ethan and Edward standing near a small pavilion where a bluegrass band played. Edward nibbled a cloud of pink cotton candy without taking his eyes from the musicians, but Ethan kept glancing toward a food tent about twenty feet away. Rachel followed his eyes and spotted Kristy listening to a sandy-haired man who seemed to be doing his best to impress her.

Ethan scowled. With his blond hair glimmering in the sun, he reminded Rachel of a morose young god. It served him right, she thought, for being so shallow.

As she and Gabe moved closer, she felt the stares of the people around her. Only the Florida retirees seemed oblivious to the fact that the notorious Widow Snopes had joined their ranks.

Edward turned toward her, just as if she were wearing a maternal homing device. “Mommy!”

He ran forward, sneakers flying, cotton candy dangling from one hand, Horse from the other. His sticky mouth turned up in a wide smile. He looked so happy, so healthy. Her eyes stung.

Thank you, God.

The prayer had been automatic, but she pushed it away as Edward charged into her legs. There was no God.

“Pastor Ethan buyed me cotton candy!” Edward exclaimed, his attention focused so completely on her that he hadn’t spotted Gabe, who was standing a few feet behind. “And Kristy got me a hot dog ’cause I almost cried when I saw the pig.” His face fell. “I couldn’t help it, Mommy. It’s dead, and it had eyeball holes, and . . . They killed it and cooked it over the fire.”

Another small loss of innocence on the path to adulthood. She wiped a ketchup smear from his cheek with her thumb. “That’s why they call it a pig roast, partner.”

He shook his head. “I won’t ever eat a pig again.”

She decided not to mention the probable contents of his hot dog.

“Kristy bought me a balloon, and it was red, but it broke, and—” Edward caught sight of Gabe and fell silent. She watched him draw Horse against his chest with the rabbit’s hindquarters tucked under his chin. His withdrawal was almost palpable, and she remembered the ugly scene on the porch with the snake. Sometimes she thought she understood Gabe, but his callous behavior this morning had proven how little she knew him.

Ethan came up next to them, gave her a curt nod, then chatted with his brother, pointedly ignoring her. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who felt ignored. She detected a small movement at her side and glanced down just in time to see Edward drop his cotton candy on Gabe’s shoe.

Gabe jerked his foot back, but it was too late. He made an exclamation of disgust as a sticky pink mess covered the brown leather.

“It was an accident,” she said quickly.

“I don’t think so.” He stared down at Edward, who stared at him in return. Resentment darkened her son’s brown eyes, along with just enough five-year-old’s cunning to tell her it hadn’t been an accident at all. He’d wanted Ethan to himself, and he blamed Gabe for taking his attention.

She reached into her old cloth purse for a tissue and found the toilet paper she was using instead to save money. She withdrew a neatly folded strip and handed it to him to clean his shoe.

Ethan touched her son’s hair. “You’ve got to be careful with that stuff, Edward.”

Edward looked from Gabe to Ethan. “My name’s Chip.”

Ethan smiled. “Chip?”

Edward nodded at the dirt.

Rachel darted a furious glance at Gabe. She didn’t know how, but somehow this was his fault. “Don’t be silly. Your name is Edward, and you should be proud of it. Remember what I told you about my grandfather? That was his name.”

“Edward’s stupid. Nobody has that name.”

Ethan gave Edward’s shoulder a comforting squeeze, then regarded his brother. “The volleyball game’ll be starting soon. Let’s play.”

“You go on,” Gabe said. “Rachel and I have someone we need to see.”

Ethan wasn’t pleased. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t worry about it, all right?”

A muscle ticked in Ethan’s jaw. She knew he wanted to lash out at her, but overt hostility wasn’t in his nature. He rubbed his knuckles over the top of Edward’s head. “See you later, pal.”

Edward looked deeply unhappy as Ethan moved way. He had been separated from the man he idolized, and his day was spoiled.

She took his hand. “I’m afraid your cotton candy’s ruined. Do you want another one?”

Gabe jammed both hands into his pockets, and his scowl made it easy to read his mind. He thought she should be punishing Edward for deliberately dropping the cotton candy instead of rewarding him, but Gabe didn’t understand everything her son had been through.

“No,” he whispered.

Just then Kristy came up next to them. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone with an air of excitement. “You’ll never believe this, but I have a date tonight. Mike Reedy asked me to go out to dinner with him. I’ve known him for years, but . . . I can’t believe I said yes.” Kristy had barely gotten her news out before her brow began to furrow as uncertainty poked into her excitement. “I probably shouldn’t have. I’ll be so nervous I won’t be able to think of a thing to say.”

Before Rachel could try to reassure her, Gabe wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her quick hug. “That’s one of the best things about you, Kristy. Men like to talk, and you’re a good listener.”

“Really?”

“Mike’s a great guy. The two of you’ll have a good time. Just don’t let him get too fresh on the first date.”

Kristy stared up at him and then flushed. “As if anybody’d get fresh with me.”

“Exactly the kind of attitude that can leave a woman barefoot and pregnant.”

Kristy laughed, and the three of them chatted for a few more minutes before she excused herself to check out the church’s white-elephant booth. Rachel noticed she’d waited until Ethan left to go over there.

“I want to go home now.” Edward looked sulky and unhappy.

“Not quite yet, honey. There’s someone I need to see first.” She put herself between Gabe and Edward and began walking toward the concessions.

They passed the large charcoal grills the Rotary had set up to roast corn on the cob, then went by the Art Guild’s popcorn concession.

“Gabe!” A thin, bushy-haired man who was soliciting funds for the Humane Society moved out from behind his table.

“Hello, Carl.” Gabe walked toward him, but Rachel sensed he did it reluctantly. She and Edward followed.

Carl regarded her with curiosity but no particular hostility, so she knew he hadn’t been associated with the Temple. The two men exchanged pleasantries, then Carl got to the point.

“We sure could use a vet at the shelter, Gabe. Last week we lost a two-year-old Doberman to bloat because Ted Hartley couldn’t get over here in time from Brevard.”

“Sorry about that, Carl, but I’m not licensed in North Carolina.”

“I guess the Doberman wouldn’t have cared too much about the paperwork.”

Gabe shrugged. “I might not have been able to save him anyway.”

“I know, but you’d have tried. We need a local vet. I always thought it was a shame you didn’t come back to Salvation to practice.”

Gabe deliberately changed the subject. “My drive-in’s opening on Friday night. We’re having fireworks and free admission. I hope you’ll show up with your family.”

“I’ll be sure and do that.”

They moved on, passing a table selling T-shirts for muscular dystrophy. The crowd jostled her, and she lost Edward’s hand.

Someone bumped against her back, and she lurched into Gabe. He caught her arm as she righted herself. She glanced around, but saw nothing suspicious.

Edward stayed nearby, but he didn’t take her hand again. It was as if he wanted to put as much distance as he could between Gabe and himself. Ahead, she saw a table covered with platters of baked goods, and, behind it, Carol Dennis unpacking a plate of iced brownies.

“There she is.”

“I remember Carol when she was younger,” Gabe said. “She was a sweet girl before she got so religious.”

“Ironic, isn’t it, what religion does to people?”

“I guess it’s more ironic what people do to religion.”

Carol looked up. Her hands stilled on the box of Saran Wrap she was holding, and Rachel saw all the old accusations form in her eyes. Rachel knew how unpleasant Carol could be and wished Edward weren’t with her. At least he was lagging behind.

As she and Gabe moved nearer, Rachel decided everything about Carol was too sharp. The contrast between her pale skin and dyed black hair made her look brittle. Her cheekbones poked out at knifelike angles, her pointed chin lengthened an already long face, and her short, angular hairstyle was too severely cut to be flattering. She was thin and tense, as if all the softness had been leached out of her. Rachel remembered her sullen teenage son and felt a stab of pity for both of them.

“Hello, Carol.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed to speak with you.”

Carol glanced at Gabe, and Rachel sensed her uncertainty. She must feel compassion for him, but she wouldn’t be able to forgive the way he was consorting with the enemy.

“I can’t imagine what we need to talk about.” Her expression grew less harsh as Edward came around from behind Rachel to stand at her side. “Hello there, Edward. Would you like a cookie? I think we have one to spare here.”

She picked up a white plastic plate. Edward studied the contents, then selected a large sugar cookie dusted with red sprinkles. “Thank you.”

Rachel took a deep breath and plunged in. “I’m looking for something that I think you might have.”

“Oh?”

“Dwayne’s Bible.”

Surprise flickered across Carol’s fox-sharp features, and then wariness took its place. Rachel felt a prickle of excitement.

“Why on earth would you think I’d have it?”

“Because I know you cared about Dwayne. I believe your brother-in-law took the Bible the night Dwayne was arrested and gave it to you.”

“Are you accusing me of theft?”

Rachel knew she had to be careful. “No. I’m sure you took the Bible for safekeeping, and I appreciate that. But now I’d like it back.”

“You’re the last person who should have Dwayne’s Bible.”

She hesitated. “It’s not for me. It’s for Edward. He has nothing left that belonged to his father, and the Bible should be his.” That part, at least, was true.

Rachel held her breath. Carol gazed down at Edward, whose mouth was rimmed with red sprinkles. Apparently he’d been won over by the cookie because he smiled at her.

Carol bit her lip. She didn’t look at Rachel, only at Edward. “Yes. All right. I do have the Bible. The police would only have thrown it in the storage room, and I couldn’t let that happen. They aren’t always careful with things.”

Rachel wanted to grab Gabe and spin him around until she was too dizzy to stand. Instead, she forced herself to speak calmly. “I’m grateful to you for taking care of it.”

Carol spun on her. “I don’t care about your gratitude. I did it for Dwayne, not for you.”

“I understand.” Rachel forced the words out. “I know Dwayne would have appreciated it.”

Carol turned away, as if she couldn’t stand being in Rachel’s presence any longer.

“Maybe we could stop by your house later on.” Rachel didn’t want to press her too hard, but she was determined to get her hands on the Bible as soon as possible.