High Noon by Nora Roberts Page B

hurt me, or even Mama again. Because he’s the baby, and Reuben knows Mama loves him more than anything.”
    â€œYou’d already put the pills in the food before you told Carter to climb out the window.”
    â€œI should’ve put more in. I wasn’t sure how many. You knew what I was trying to tell you, right away.” She picked up a fry. “I felt better when I was talking to you.”
    â€œIt was smart of you to find a way to tell me you put something in his food. It bought me just a little more time.”
    â€œHow come you didn’t turn the electric back on? He got so mad about that.”
    â€œWell, you know how you talked him into letting you go to the bathroom before you fixed his food? It’s kind of like that. You try to get something back, like an exchange. Fact was, I was about to when we spotted Carter climbing out the window. I wanted to keep Reuben talking—or let you talk—while we got Carter to safety and figured out the new situation. Did you knock over the bottle to distract him, so he’d be mad at you and forget about Carter?”
    â€œI figured he’d hit me, but I didn’t know he’d get that mad. I think he’d have shot me if Mama hadn’t jumped on him. I should’ve given him more pills, is what. Then it wouldn’t have taken so long for him to pass out. Mama wouldn’t’ve had the pills if it wasn’t for him. That’s irony.” She smiled a little when Dave laughed. “I learned about irony in English class. She got the pills because he made her so upset and nervous. He pretended to be nice when he met her, when they started going out. But he started picking on her, and us, and pushing his weight around. He slapped her once, right across the face.”
    â€œShe had a restraining order on him.”
    Phoebe nodded. “She told him she wouldn’t see him anymore and to go away. But he kept coming around, or going to her work. Following her in his car. I think more than that, but she wouldn’t tell me. He came to the house one night, too, drunk, and she called the police. They made him go away, but that’s all they did.”
    â€œI’m sorry we didn’t do more.”
    â€œThey told her she could get that restraining order, so she did. I don’t see how it helped her any.”
    â€œNo. I’m sorry about that, too. It seems to me, Phoebe, your mother did everything right, everything she could do to protect herself and her family.”
    Phoebe stared down at the paper napkin balled in her fist. “Why didn’t he just go away when she said she didn’t want him?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    It wasn’t the answer she wanted, Phoebe decided. Worse, it was kin to a lie. She hated when grown-ups lied because they didn’t think you could understand.
    Phoebe ate more fries and shook her head. “Maybe you don’t know exactly, but you sort of do. You just think I won’t understand ’cause I’m only twelve—almost twelve. But I understand lots of things.”
    He studied her another moment, as if he could read something on her face like the words in a book. “Okay, I do sort of know, or I have an opinion. I think he’s mean, he’s a bully, and he didn’t like the idea of anyone telling him what to do, or what he could have, especially a woman like your mother. So he tried to scare her and intimidate her, and he got madder and madder because it wasn’t working the way he wanted. I think he wanted to hurt her, to show her he was the boss, and it got out of hand, even for him.”
    Phoebe ate another fry. “I think he’s a son of a bitch.”
    â€œYeah, that, too. Now he’s going to be a son of a bitch in jail, for a long time.”
    She thought about this as she sucked on the Coke he’d brought her. “On TV, they usually shoot the bad guy. The SWAT team shoots him.”
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