heard a voice, a soft muffled voice whispering hoarsely:
âPa . . . You asleep, Pa-a?â
âNo.â
The woman sighed. Then she whispered:
âPa, itâs day after tomorrow . . . the mortgage is . . .â
âYeah.â
âItâs seven hundred dollars, it is.â
âYeah.â
The bed creaked as someone turned over.
âPa-a . . .â
âYeah?â
âTheyâll take the house.â
âThey sure will.â
The bird screamed far away, in the silence.
âPa-a, think sheâs asleep?â
âMust be.â
âItâs murder sheâs done, Pa. . . .â
âYeah.â
They were silent again.
âItâs a rich feller what sheâs killed, Pa.â
âThe richest.â
âReckon his family, theyâd like to know where sheâs at.â
âWhatâre ye talkinâ about, woman?â
âOh, I was just thinkinâ . . .â
There was a silence.
âPa, if they was told, his family, where sheâs at, itâud be worth somethinâ to them, wouldnât it?â
âYe old . . . whatâre ye trying toââ
âReckon theyâd be glad to pay a reward. A thousand dollars, maybe.â
âHuh?â
âA thousand dollars, maybe . . .â
âYe old hag! Ye shut yer mouth before I choke ye!â
There was a long silence.
âMa . . .â
âYeah?â
âThink theyâd . . . theyâd hand over a . . . a thousand?â
âSure they would. Themâs folks with plenty of money.â
âAw, shut yer old face!â
A moth beat furiously against the window screen.
âItâs the poorhouse for us, Pa. For the rest of our days.â
âYeah . . .â
âThey pay moreân that for bank robbers and such, they do.â
âYe got no fear of God in ye, ye donât!â
âFifty years, Pa. Fifty years in this house and now thrown out in the street in our old age. . . .â
âYeah . . .â
âThe children were born here, too . . . right in this room, Pa . . . all of them . . .â
âYeah . . .â
âWith a thousand, why, weâd have the house to the end of our days . . .â
He did not answer.
âAnd we could even build that new chicken coop we need so bad . . .â
There was a long silence.
âMa . . .â
âYeah?â
âHow . . . howâd we go about it?â
âWhy, easy. We just slip out while sheâs asleep. She wonât hear a thing. We go to the sheriffâs station. Come back with the cops. Easy.â
âWhat if she hears?â
âShe wonât. Only we gotta hurry.â
âThe old truck rattles pretty bad starting.â
âThatâs so.â
âIâll tell ye what. Weâll just push it out, the two of us, down to the road and down the road a ways, till weâre far enough from the house. Ye just hold that board down thatâs loose in the back.â
They dressed hurriedly, without a sound. There was only a faint creaking as the door opened and closed again. There was only a soft rumble down the driveway, a faint grating like a sigh lost in the grass.
They came back in a glistening car that skidded up to the door and stopped short, brakes screaming. Two blinding white headlights stretched far ahead, slashing the darkness. Two men in dark uniforms, their buttons sparkling, jumped out, and Jeremiah Sliney scrambled out after them, his coat hanging open at his bare throat.
When they entered the spare room, they found it empty. Only a strange, faint perfume still lingered in theair.
4
Dwight Langley
âDear Miss Gonda,
You do not know me. Yet you are the only person whom I really know in the world.
Kris Fletcher - Comeback Cove 01 - Dating a Single Dad