more adjusting to do than you and I just donât understand why youâre acting this way.â
She ran into the house so he wouldnât see the tears. For a long time she looked out their bedroom window at Beulah hoeing in her garden. As she slipped out of her best dress and changed into one of her two cotton dresses, she wondered at Bobâs behavior. Had she married a stranger? Heâd been home only a day and already they were acting as if theyâd been in a bad marriage for years. It had to be he was under some kind of strain. After all, heâd been in the army a long time and maybe he was feeling more insecure than he let on. Maybe men took longer to adjust than women did, especially men like Bob.
She picked up the box of goodies sheâd bought for the family. There were six pairs of nylons for Nina and her mother, a carton of cigarettes for her dad, and chewing gum, chocolate, and canned peaches for Kevin and Dorothy. If she hurried, she could get it in the mail today. Later, when she wrote to the family, she must remember to tell them the reason Beulah hadnât written was because sheâd broken her arm. The lie would stop her mother from pestering her as to why she hadnât received a letter.
Bob sat on the front steps, smoking a cigarette. She saw the four butts heâd already smoked scattered at his feet.
âNow whereâre you goinâ?â he asked.
âIâm taking this parcel to the post office to send home.â
She leaned over and rested her hand on his shoulder. âAfter supper, please will you come with me to Mr. Tateâs little house and let me at least show it to you? It canât hurt.â
He let out a deep exasperated sigh. âOK, weâll drive over there. Looks like youâve got your mind set on movinâ.â
He squinted up at her through the cigarette smoke swirling around his face. âNow, Iâve said weâll go and look at the house, and yes maâam, Iâm gonna look for a job. Is there anythinâ else youâd like me to do?â
Kathleen shifted the package on her hip. âTell your momma Iâll be back in time to help with supper,â she said as she turned away and walked down the street.
* * *
There was no dining room in the Conroy house so all meals were served in the kitchen. Beulah had used the oven to bake her biscuits, which made the already sweltering room even more unbearable. Everyone except Kathleen seemed almost impervious to the heat. She saw the small thermometer on the wall registered exactly 95 degrees. Her thin dress stuck to her perspiring body and her damp hair clung to her head. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and wiped her face.
âAre you OK?â Bob asked, taking her sweating hand.
âI think so. Itâs just so hot, I can hardly think.â
His face was anxious, concerned. Heâd obviously forgotten the argument theyâd had earlier, which somehow made the heat easier to bear.
Otis reached for the salt and pepper. âThat bed in your room sure makes a lot of noise, donât it?â he said. âSeemed to me like I heard it creakinâ and groaninâ for most of the night. One time there I knew for sure them bed springs were gonna crash right through to the floor.â
He leered at Kathleen. âIt didnât make all that racket when you slept in there by yourself.â
Selma giggled. âFor gosh sakes, Daddy, if you donât say the darndest things. Yâall just take a look at Kathleenâs face. I declare if she ainât blushinâ up a storm.â
Kathleen put a hand to her burning face as four pairs of eyes stared at her.
It was Beulah who saved her and Kathleen knew it was deliberate. The woman pushed her chair away from the table so violently it slammed into the stove behind her.
âI forgot to put out these,â she said as she retrieved a plate of sliced tomatoes from the refrigerator
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