day?
âNo,â I said aloud as I pulled into our drive, âI will not ask him. I will not demand answers. I will not let him know that anythingâs amiss. But I will give him full opportunity to explain himself.â
Then as I removed the key from the ignition, I smiled, thinking, This is a test. If he voluntarily tells me of his day, leaving nothing out, then thatâs one thing. But if he doesnât, then thatâs certainly another. My mouth turned from smiling to a tight line of determination, and I went inside.
Lillian started grumbling as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. âEverybody runninâ âround like chickens with they head cut off. I got my supper ready and jusâ look. Nobody here to eat it.â
âWhereâre Hazel Marie and Lloyd?â
âThey upstairs. I already call âem, but they slow cominâ down. Anâ Mr. Sam not here, anâ you go runninâ off, anâ I had to put my beans back on the stove to keep âem warm.â
Just then, Hazel Marie stuck her head in and said, âSorry, Lillian, but Lloyd only had a closing paragraph to do. Weâre at the table now.â
I followed her into the dining room and took my place at the table, patting Lloydâs head as I passed him. When Hazel Marie seated herself, Samâs empty place screamed for attention.
âWhereâs Mr. Sam?â Lloyd asked.
âIâm sure I donât know,â I said, complacently, as if his absence was nothing to me. I nodded to Lillian as she brought in dishes and set them on the table. âWill you return thanks, Lloyd?â
We bowed our heads in prayer, but my mind wasnât on the giving of thanks, but rather on the pleading of a wounded heart.
Then we heard a car door slam and soon after, Sam came through the back door. My heart lifted. At least he wasnât spending the night at Helenâs.
âHello, everybody,â he said, looking as normal as he always did, giving no indication that heâd been engaged in any wickedness whatsoever. Some people are like that. They can do the most underhanded things imaginable and still appear as innocent as a newborn. He took his place at the head of the table, giving me a wink as he smiled at us all. âSorry Iâm late. I got held up longer than I expected. How was your day, Lloyd?â
The boy passed Sam the mashed potatoes. âPretty good, now. One more week of school and I just finished my last paper. At least I hope I have. I was playing tennis this afternoon, and it just hit me that Iâd done the bibliography wrong. So I had to go through it again and fix it.â
âThatâs what you call an epiphany,â Sam said, nodding in approval. âGlad you had one before you turned in your paper. Hazel Marie, whatâs going on with you?â
Hazel Marie was looking a little bewildered, what with all the unfamiliar words being tossed around. But she perked up at Samâs question. âOh, this has been a day and a half for us,â she said. âMiss Julia and I have been at Mildredâs most of the day, and they still havenât found Horace. Itâs the strangest thing Iâve ever heard. I didnât know that somebody could just disappear.â
âEverybodyâs talking about it downtown, too,â Sam said. âI had lunch at the Bluebird Cafe, and if it wasnât Horace they were talking about, it was Assured Estate Planners.â Sam shook his head. âMaybe itâs a good thing Stroud isnât around. Some peopleâre mad enough to string him up.â
Hearing the Stroud name, I lifted my head in anticipation of what he might say about Helen. But he made no mention of her, which was suspicious to me, in and of itself. He went right on talking and mostly listening to Hazel Marie, who was telling him about wanting Mildred to hire Mr. Pickens and about Tonya on her way home and about Mildredâs migraine
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