one thing in common though, our dresses. Both were long, poorly sewn, and unflattering.
She raised her eyes from a long perusal of my garbage bag luggage, and in a barely audible whisper said, âBrother Saul, it is good to have you home.â
âSister Ruby, I have wonderful news.â
When Ruby looked at me, I thought I saw one brief flash of recognition when she saw the scar on my forehead. But she might merely have pegged me as another beaten spirit. âYes, Brother Saul?â
âIâve brought you a new sister wife to help around the house. Her name is Lena.â
âSister wife?â She lowered her eyes and studied the floorboards for a few seconds. Just when I thought she wasnât going to say anything else, she looked up. This time her eyes didnât focus on anyone or anything, just stared off into space. But her jaw clenched. âYes, that is good news, Brother Saul.â
I held out my hand but the scene with Sheriff Benson replayed itself. She wouldnât shake it. Feeling foolish, I dropped my hand to my side, wondering if there was a chapter on etiquette in Prophet Solomonâs Gospel. If so, I needed to bone up. Maybe it said to kiss your new sister wifeâs cheek and shout, âGlory, Hallelujah!â
âItâs nice meeting you, Sister Ruby,â I mumbled, trying for timidity.
Somehow she managed to speak through that clenched jaw. âItâs nice meeting you, Sister Lena.â Then she turned around and stalked back down the hall. I heard the door squeak open, and a second later, a slam.
Baffled, I looked at Saul for explanation.
He smiled. âThat didnât go half as bad as I thought it would!â
Had we been in the same room? âSheâs jealous, Saul.â
âYouâre imagining things. âJealous sister wives will never see the jewel-bright halls of the Highest Heaven,â Solomon writes in the third chapter of the Gospels. Ruby was raised on it, and like all good polygamist women, she believes it.â
Like I said, men are pretty easy to fool.
Formal introductions accomplished, he picked up my garbage bag luggage and led me down the hall to my room, next to Rubyâs. After we shut the door behind us, I whispered, âYou know, sheâs probably going to notice that you and I donât, well, that we donâtâ¦â
He whispered back. âIn most polygamist families, the wife visits the man in his room, then after the guy has his fun the woman can return to her room. As long as you keep up some kind of pretense about visiting me every now and then, sheâll never guess our guilty secret.â Raising his voice, he added, âIâll leave you to put your things away, Sister Lena. When youâre through, knock on Sister Rubyâs door and ask her to show you where everything is in the kitchen. Iâll want a nice big breakfast tomorrow.â
I stared at him. âI told you I donât cook.â
âIf you can boil water, youâre better than me. Or even Ruby.â He winked, then left, closing the door gently behind him.
Bare as a monkâs cell, the room held only one narrow bed and a small dresser, with a bright wedding ring quilt providing the only color. Created by Saulâs dead wife? Or proof of Rubyâs handiwork before she had disintegrated into the gray-on-gray creature sheâd become?
Only with difficulty did I refrain from making a break for the front door. But remembering why I was here, I lifted my skirt, took out my .38, and began my usual reconnoiter.
âRebecca, I hope some day you realize what Iâve gone through for you,â I whispered, as I scanned the empty closet for a boogeyman. I didnât want her waking up in the middle of the night for the next fifty years, screaming from nightmares.
I had nightmares enough for the both of us.
Chapter 8
Someone banged on the door.
âWife! Wife! Time to prepare breakfast!â
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L.E Modesitt
Latrivia Nelson
Katheryn Kiden
Graham Johnson
Mort Castle
Mary Daheim
Thalia Frost
Darren Shan
B. B. Hamel
Stan & Jan Berenstain