afternoon. The bar I told you about.â
âYou know I donât want to hustle pool. That life is behind me.â
âItâs gotta be better than waitressing. All you do is complain about that.â
âYeah, well, the only thing bad about waitressingâother than waitressingâis that I gotta wear that horrible uniform. I feel like . . . like a . . . I donât even know if thereâs a word to describe it.â
âCheap slut.â
âThatâs two words. And arenât you supposed to tell me I look good?â
âI like cheap sluts.â
âWell, I donât like looking like one.â
Green smacked Maryâs ass, and she playfully slapped at his hand and gave him a donât-be-making-no-sexual-advances-this-morning look. âTake the garbage out, will ya,â she said. âAnd get yourself established already. So far, this ainât playing in Peoria.â
After taking a shower, Mary went to the kitchen looking for Green, but he wasnât there. She glanced out the window. Green was sprawled facedown in the driveway, not moving. A young girl was kneeling beside him, checking for a pulse on his neck. Across the street, Bradley students who had been on their way to class were forming a crowd. One girl had a hand up to her mouth, while her companion, a boy wearing a backward baseball cap, sipped from a to-go cup of coffee.
Mary thought about Green saying he smelled oranges. Wasnât smelling citrus a sign of something? Sheâd heard that, but couldnât remember what it was a sign of. The girl kneeling next to Green rolled him onto his back. He looked dead. Oh my God.
Donât be dead. Jesus. Please donât be dead. Mary heard herself whimper: Green . She reached out and touched the window. She took a deep breath. Green . His head rolled to look at the girl who was kneeling over him. Heâs not dead. Heâs alive. Heâs alive! But he was so pale, and his lips were almost blue. The girl shouted across the street for someone to get help, and the boy with the backward baseball cap handed his to-go coffee to the girl with her hand to her mouth and tore off down the sidewalk.
In the ambulance, the paramedic leaned over. âCan you hear me, sir?â
Green didnât move. He was looking at a cabinet in the front corner of the ambulance; there was a sticker on the door that said, DANGER, in red lettering.
âSir?â
Green blinked.
âCan you talk, sir?â
Green grunted.
Mary had a wadded-up Kleenex in her hand. She dabbed at her eyes.
âMaâam. Is he normally responsive?â
She nodded and sniffed. âGreen, honey, itâs going to be okay. Answer the manâs questions.â
Green turned his head to look at herâthe fear in her eyes nearly broke his heart. He hadnât told Mary about Janeâor Sue or Leigh Ann, for that matter. The thing about Green was that when he fell for a woman, he fell hard. He fell hard for everything, and anything. Case in point: a move to Peoria at the age of sixty-four. Green didnât wear his heart on his sleeve; he pinned it to his forehead. Heâd been married three times before he met Mary. The first one had been Sue Morris, a girl in his high school class, Lakeville High School, Lakeville, Montana. Three days after graduation in 1953, they were married by the justice of the peace in Bozeman and didnât tell a soul, not even Mort Morris, Sueâs father, or Greenâs parents, church do-gooders Betty and
Bob Geneseo. Actually, Sue was supposed to tell her father, the young coupleâs hope being that Mort would reach out a hand and get Green a job in the silver mines outside of Lakeville, maybe help set them up in a little one-bedroom house by the railroad tracks. But each time Green asked Sue if sheâd told her father, she hemmed, stuttered, tried to change the subject, and touched her nose a lot. Green knew why she was stalling. He
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