taking no notice. It is fruitless with Frances, I should of course know. She understands only what she chooses. And so while she and the others move on with their talk, I feel my thoughts move on as well, or rather, I should say, back again. Back to that packet of sugar, that is, and the crucial point I noticed as Ben spun it.
Which I should have caught right away of course, first thingearlier in the evening. It is an unfortunate lack of awareness on my part when encountering a new man sociallyâa disability of sorts, actuallyâand I have been trying for keener perception.
So now that night with Ben it occurs to me at last to stop and take a look. And there on his hand, the one with the sugar packet, there on the left fourth finger, there, after all, it isâa gleaming and gold wedding band. Gold, fat, and rubbed smooth as a river. He is married, this Ben Adams. Long married. I am having late night coffee with a long-married man.
Which need not change anything at all, of course. That is what occurs to me next. We are only just having coffee. We have only just met. Still, it is a new point, this wedding band, and something I will have to think over.
âI have two geese,â Ben Adams says then. âA goose and a gander. On the farm where I rent.â
I look at him, nod. But Iâm still not fully attending. I am wondering instead so do I mention the ring, or maybe Ben Adamsâs wife? âWell now,â I could say. âDoesnât your wife mind? About the geese, I mean. I would think theyâre a responsibility.â It is the kind of thing women say, I believe, although Iâm not really sure of the point. It may be only to acknowledge youâve seen the ring, you know that this man is married. And that itâs all right with you, all right. You yourself are just having coffee. It makes no difference at all if the man you are with just now all alone and getting to know and possibly like is in fact actually married. It is not that you have designs. You are only just having coffee.
I nod at Ben. âGeese,â I say. âYes. Iâve heard they are friendly birds.â
We both of us just look down at our mugs. Ben gives his anotherswirl, I take a sip from mine. The coffee is cold. Well, we are probably both thinking about leaving.
But just then, the truck stop front door opens wide and âJanice!â a large man calls. He makes a wild-eyed scan of the room. âJanice, I know youâre in here. Come back out to the car now, Janice.â
Ben shoots me a look. We are the only ones here in the truck stop, the man at the door must see this. âOh-oh,â Ben says to me, low.
Our waitress appears from her back room. âLarry,â she says. âNow calm down there, Larry.â
âIâve lost Janice,â the man says to our waitress. He lowers heavily onto the counterâs end stool, bows his head, and with no further notice, starts to sob.
âLarry, Larry,â the waitress says. She goes to him, rubs the top of his head.
The manâs back and shoulders are heaving. âJanice,â the man cries, âJanice. Where is Janice?â
âThere, Larry,â the waitress says. âShh. Itâs all right.â
The large man lifts his head to look at her. From our booth we can see his face is swollen and red, soaked wet from the tears. And we can smell the alcohol on him.
Ben stands, walks over. âNeed help?â he says. Itâs not clear if heâs asking the waitress or Larry.
âItâs OK,â the waitress says. âItâs just Larry. He comes in a lot. When it gets bad, I just call the cops.â
Larry places both arms on the counter, leans forward, drops his head. He lies then, chest and face on the counter
âItâs his wife,â the waitress says. âHe just misses his wife, thatâs all.â
The waitress turns to check Larry, who has now gone into a moan. She turns back to
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