lapels and his shoulders, brushed away any traces heâd ever been touched. Finally, he shook himself like an unfriendly horse that had been petted.
âIâve known this young lady all her life,â Ethan said, âand her family before her. Theyâre as fine as they come. You could trust her with your life. Most certainly a handful of jewelry. Sheâd never touch it.â
Heyman pushed the cousin toward the door. The poor man looked as if he were being pulled by an invisible rope, eyes bulging, heels dragging. âWeâll get this straightened out if I have to jerk all the skeletons out of all the closets in this Podunk place.â Heyman banged the door so hard the glass rattled.
âSorry,â Ethan said. âThat man canât get what he wants and get away fast enough to suit me.â
âEthan,â I started, âyou knowââ
Ethan waved his hand in the air like he wanted to erase all that had gone on in this room in the last half hour. âYou donât have to tell me. I know you didnât have anything to do with the old ladyâs death, much less some assorted pieces of junk. I got a feeling Heyman is the kind who tries to create a cyclone to try to cover up some of his own mess.â
Scott shook Ethanâs hand and I hugged him, smelling tobacco and the same scent of aftershave I remembered from childhood, feeling the same rough wool of his jacket against my face. âTake care,â I said.
Ethanâs voice followed us down the hall as he waved us out. âBye,â he said and then repeated what heâd said earlier, âYou two be careful.â
âI think heâs right,â Scott said. âPeople in this town have been lucky. Theyâve trusted too long.â
âMama Alice never locked the back door in her life,â I said later.
âWhat about Verna? Some of the other neighbors?â
âTheyâve always been in each otherâs houses ⦠just like their own. Theyâd be offended by a locked door. Think it was the snootiest, most unfriendly thing theyâd ever seen.â I laughed. I thought of all the times Verna Crowell had poked her head in the back door and hollered, âYoo-hoo, Alice,â and just come on in. If no one was home, Verna had been known to borrow eggs, sugar, a cake pan, a steam iron, whatever she needed, and then return it a few hours later, laughing she bet we hadnât missed it. The whole neighborhood had had a âmy houseâyour houseâ kind of arrangement. Not anymore.
Scott dropped me off at the Dixie Dew, which seemed too quiet with Ida Plum gone for the day and no guests. It was almost dusk when I realized I hadnât seen Sherman all day. I checked his favorite sleeping places, under the back steps, the sunny side of the garage, the swing glider on the front porch. Nowhere. The food Iâd put in his bowl this morning hadnât been touched. That definitely wasnât like Sherman, who ate like some other cat growled behind him ready to snatch his dish away.
I checked the shrubbery around the front hedges, calling, âKitty, kitty!â as I went. Sherman was named after the Civil War general and Southern scourge, William Tecumseh Sherman. I could scold, âWilliam Tecumseh, stop that,â and it usually worked. Right now, I just wanted to find the cat. I wondered if I yelled, âWilliam Tecumseh, come here right now,â the cat would appear at my feet.
When Iâd checked out the grounds around the Dixie Dew I started down the street toward Littleboro Cemetery. Sherman and Robert Redford had been known to romp over and around tombstones, hide under cedars and pounce at each other. Sometimes I thought Robert Redford saw himself as another cat, one with longer ears and a short tail. That rabbit was a riot. Verna Crowell sounded so funny when she talked about him. âI was sitting there watching TV, me and Robert
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