Chapters (42)
“I’ll think about it,” I said, reciting the second lie in as many sentences. I’d already put the idea out of my mind.
She gave my hand a pat and I was on my way.
By the time I got to my car, the horror of the request had made my hands clammy. Even as accomplished a liar as I am, giving testimony about a man I’d liked so little would have been my undoing.
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After I left her, I stopped by the office to make sure pipes hadn’t broken and there were no pressing calls to return. I gathered bills, flyers, and catalogs from the floor where the mail had been pushed through the slot. Those I tossed onto my desk to deal with at a later time. After that, I headed for home and let myself in the gate. Once in the backyard, I saw Henry’s back door was shut and his kitchen was dark. No telling what Anna had talked him into buying for her now.
Ed had left two dead lizards on my welcome mat. I unlocked the door and as I opened it, he appeared out of nowhere and strolled in ahead of me. I was about to object, but the cat seemed so interested in the place, I didn’t have the heart to shoo him out.
I’d no more than closed the door when I heard a knock. I looked out the porthole and opened the door.
Anna was standing on my welcome mat, her arms crossed as though for warmth, her expression subdued; same boots and jeans, navy fleece top.
She said, “I know I shouldn’t have showed up in Santa Teresa out of the blue. I would’ve called, but I was afraid you’d tell me not to come.”
“It’s your business, Anna. Do anything you want.”
“I know you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad. I’m annoyed. I don’t want you taking advantage of Henry. He’s a sweetheart.”
“I know that. He’s a nice man.”
“And you’re a mooch. I know you can’t help yourself. I get that. Just do not mooch off him.”
“I don’t intend to stay at Henry’s more than a couple of days. As soon as I get a job, I’ll find a place of my own.”
“On your lavish minimum-wage income. Thank you for the reassurance. One reason I would have told you not to come is because you can’t afford it.”
“I’m here because of my dad. I’m not saying that’s the only reason, but I’d like to know what happened to him. Henry told me you’d been trying to find out, so I thought maybe we could talk about it sometime. If you have a minute.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Anyway, I apologize for not letting you know I was on my way.”
“I appreciate the apology.”