unsold petunias and marigolds and impatiens, are pulling out their hair. Kmart and Wal-mart have more bags of topsoil and peat moss and cedar wood chips than they know what to do with. Dennyâs hasnât sold a single glass of iced tea. Frank and Carla Cooke, owners of the Dairy Doodle, are up to their elbows in frozen custard. Farmers canât plow. Men sit in their garages on their idle riding mowers watching the wet grass get higher and higher, while their wives rearrange cupboard after cupboard. The girlâs softball team at West Wyssock High hasnât played half its games because of the rain, and in a one case, because of the snow.
Some blame the terrible spring on global warming. Some blame it on the coming of a new Ice Age. The Reverend Raymond R. Biscobee on Sunday, rain stomping up and down on the roof of his half-empty church, blames it on the filth available at the library. âGod is warning us,â he says.
Still, the people of Tuttwyler, Ohio, have to get on with their lives, Howie Dornick among them.
One Friday evening he takes a long shower with a new bar of Ivory Soap. He puts on his suit pants and a light blue shirt, and then, after watching the clock tick away to 8:30, gathers up the bag of fancy muffins he bought that afternoon at the Daydream Beanery and walks up South Mill, across the square, then down East Wooseman to North Grant. After stopping at the In & Out for a box of Tic-tacs, he forces his legs up Oak Street to Katherine Hardihoodâs two-bedroom ranch. He stands on the front step for a long minute and watches Delores Poltruski pull into Dick Muellerâs driveway. Finally he rings the bell. And he knocks, just in case the bell isnât working.
Katherine Hardihood isnât at all surprised by his appearance at her door. Sheâs invited him to stop by. The dress pants and blue shirt and bag of muffins do surprise her, though. Pleasantly surprise her. Also makes her more nervous than she wants to be.
âSmells like Pine Sol,â Howie Dornick says, sniffing the living room air.
âMy cat has a hard time controlling himself.â
âPisses things, does he?â
Katherine Hardihood takes the muffins to the kitchen and puts them on a pink depression glass platter. She pours two cups of freshly dripped coffeeâfreshly ground from the hazelnut-flavored beans she bought that morning from the Daydream Beaneryâand putting everything on a reproduction tin Coca-Cola tray, returns to the living room.
Howie has positioned himself on the end of her sofa. âItâs going to be just like last year, isnât it?â he says, putting down the Newsweek he wasnât reading. âItâs going straight from winter to summer. No spring at all.â
âLooks that way, doesnât it?â
Howie Dornick and Katherine Hardihood have been seeing each other quite a bit lately. D. William Aitchbone has seen to that.
âThese muffins are wonderful,â Katherine says, peeling back the sticky paper cup and taking a guppy bite out of her muffinâs crunchy golden skin.
They talk about the Daydream Beanery for a while, he shaking his head at what a prissy place it is, she telling him that itâs where she bought the coffee theyâre drinking, which, he agrees is pretty tasty. They talk about the trouble EDIT is causing for the library, including D. William Aitchboneâs ongoing threat to nominate Ray Biscobee for the board. They talk about his ongoing proposal to privatize village servicesâit looks like he has the votes to push it through at the June meetingâand they talk about the cause of all this trouble in their lives, Howieâs unpainted clapboards.
âDo you really think I should paint?â he asks.
âItâs up to you,â she answers.
âI donât know,â he says.
They finish all the muffins and half the coffee, and then, as if D. William Aitchbone secretly has implanted
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