But you knew her, you knew what she was like.â
He thought he did not know her. Her actions were inexplicable, inexcusable, opaque. Somewhere in the choices she made was the woman he loved. But her choices were unrecognizable.
âWho came after that?â
âA day or two later a man came. He had a bandage on his cheek. He was handsome, dark hair, olive skin, what do you call that? Swarthy. He was polite, but I could tell it wasnât sincere. He scared me.â
Clearly not one of the two monkeys who had visited Mina. He had thought that those men were hired to intimidate her and were therefore unimportant. Now he was convinced.
âRemember his name?â
She shook her head. âNo.â
âEver see him before?â
She shrugged. âIt was two years ago.â
âHad she spoken about him?â
âWhen she wasnât talking about you, she talked about Lillian.â
âLillian Wald.â
She nodded. âThe founder of that Settlement place. I saw her give a speech once. Oh dear. Donât tell my husband. It was about suffrage and temperance.â
âShe wrote me about her.â
âShe liked it there. Sheâd come home and stop by the mirror and say, âEtta, that was a pretty good day.ââ
âShe said âEttaâ?â
âWasnât that her name?â
âYes.â He knew a strange relief. An encounter with the familiar, something that told him they were speaking of the same person. It was natural to call herself Etta with him, and even use it to annoy Mina, but that she had adopted it in New York meant something more.
âSheâd take your letters and rush upstairs. Not exactly ladylike. She was less lonely when they came. After she read them, she was sadder.â
Longbaugh pictured her on the stairs, holding up her skirt to run.
âI thought of us as friends, but she didnât always notice me. She had her own life. I liked her and wanted her to like me, but . . .â She shrugged. âSometimes when she talked to me, it was like, I donât know, she had a sort of glow that I could almost, this sounds silly, but that I could feel. And I felt . . . I guess I felt respected.â
Longbaugh understood. He had seen how idly Etta treated certain people. He had also seen her turn on that light and how people were drawn to it. She had been like that with him every day they were together.
âAbigail, I appreciate all this.â
âOh goodness, call me Abby,â she said, then was flustered and turned to the side, running her fingers across her forehead to push away habitually loose hairs that today were not loose but carefully pinned.
âWhat did she look like?â He meant it as a neutral question. âWhat did she wear?â
âThatâs very sweet,â said Abigail sentimentally.
Longbaugh cringed and said nothing.
âI suppose she looked like a New York City girl. Kept her hair up, wore shirtwaists, long skirts, like most of us.â She looked down at her dress. âWhen weâre out in the street.â
âAnything more about this man, the one with the bandage?â
Abigail shook her head no. âYou came a long way to find her.â
He needed to steer her away from her maudlin appreciation of his marriage. âThank you again, Abby.â He looked over and saw a muscular young man in the doorway, dressed in overalls with a black slouch hat in his hands, like the young men he had seen on the streets. He would learn later that he was dressing like a Wobbly, a western miner, part of the Industrial Workers of the World. Tough men emulated by the young boys of the East.
Abigail looked as well. âOh. Robert. Youâre home early.â
She pushed up from where she leaned on the counter, but did notmove toward him. Longbaugh thought her tone defensive, caught talking with a man in her kitchen, with her hair pinned and makeup on her
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