and placed it on the table.
She put her hand on Kathleenâs shoulder. âPass me your glass and Iâll get you some more tea. Youâre lookinâ kinda puny to me.â
âNo, Iâll get it, Beulah.â Kathleen stood, anxious for a chance to move from the table.
The interruption was enough to stop Otis.
âI donât think you know this, Daddy,â Bob said, âbut Kathleen got that job workinâ for the Gazette .â
She slowly filled her glass at the counter while she waited for Otisâs reply.
âMaybe one day, William Tateâll see the light, just like Iâm hopinâ this new wife of yours will.â
Otis selected a toothpick from the small container in the middle of the table and proceeded to work on his teeth.
âYouâre gonna be needinâ a lot of help from Jesus on this one, Bobby. Yes sir, itâs gonna take a heap of prayinâ. I was hopinâ youâd do better the second time around.â
Otis jabbed the toothpick into his back teeth. âI know Francine was no count white trash but one thing I got to say in her favor. She was a Christian. She did wrong by you, Bobby, but she never did wrong by the Lord.â
Kathleen leaned hard against the counter. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, and the temperature, all in a second, jumped another ten degrees. Bobâs face had turned the color of parchment and his mouth hung open as he stared at his father.
âThanks a lot, Daddy,â he said as he slung his chair away from the table and took hold of Kathleen so she wouldnât crumple to the floor. âThanks for screwinâ up everythinâ. I ainât even told Kathleen anything about Francine yet.â
He put his arm around Kathleenâs waist. âCome on, Baby,â he said in a hoarse voice, âletâs get out of here. Weâll drive over to see your house.â
As they were going out the door, Beulah handed Kathleen a cold wet towel. âHold this up against your face,â she said. âItâll ease the faintness.â
Leaning hard on Bob, Kathleen somehow made it to the car. Once inside, she wiped her face and neck with the towel, then ran it over her arms. Bob got in beside her and pulled out the driveway.
âDonât go to the house yet,â she said, her voice cracked and strange. âDrive on out of town. We need to talk.â
While Bob drove, Kathleen leaned back in her seat, letting the wind hit her full in the face. Eventually Bob pulled off the road and parked the car under some shade trees. He slammed his hand against the dashboard then turned to her, his face stricken.
âYou have to believe me, Baby. I was gonna tell you about Francine. I just ainât had time is all.â
âThen tell me about it,â Kathleen said, calmer now she was away from the house and Otis.
âI met her in a bar when I was in basic traininâ. She seemed real nice, a pretty little thing. But shoot, what did I know? I was just a kid. Anyways, we got married. A month later, when I was on leave, we came to Eddisville for a couple of weeks. Her and Daddy hit it off right away. She was real hung up on his fancy way of preachinâ.â
Bobâs eyes pleaded for understanding. âWe hadnât been married more than two months before she was makinâ eyes at every guy on the base. When I got my orders for England, somethinâ told me she wouldnât be there when I got back. And she wasnât. When I came home on leave after the war, sheâd disappeared off the face of the earth. I ainât laid eyes on her since the day I took off again for England. Weâve been divorced since 1946.â
He opened the car door wide to let in more air. âA couple of years ago I met up with a guy who was in basic traininâ with me. He said heâd seen Francine in Honolulu. Seems she married some singinâ bartender out there.â
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