It was dusk, made darker by the rolling clouds, and he saw the headlights of a vehicle turn into his driveway before he saw the car. A few seconds later, he heard the tires on the gravel.
He put down his book, shut off the radio, and looked out the window. A white Lincoln passed by the house and went around to the side.
Keith went into the kitchen and out the back door as the Lincoln came to a stop. The driver's-side door opened, and Annie got out, wearing a white turtleneck, brown tweed skirt, and matching jacket. With her was an energetic gray mongrel who jumped out of the car and began running around the yard.
Keith and Annie stood a few feet apart, and she smiled. You made me lose my place in the hymnal.
He said, You looked and sounded like an angel.
Some angel. You should know what I was thinking up there. I must have turned as red as my robe.
He walked over to her, and they kissed, not passionately, but tentatively, neither knowing where this was going.
She said, My Aunt Harriet says you send me your regards.
I do. I like her. I want you to send her a postcard from Rome.
Annie didn't respond to that directly but said, She told me she had Sunday dinner with you at your aunt's. She went on about what a handsome, cultured man you were. Annie added, She even used the word sexy.
My goodness. I’ll send her a postcard from Rome.
She wasn't smiling, Keith saw, and looked as though she had a lot on her mind.
Keith happened to notice a blue and white bumper sticker on her car that read, Support Your Local Police.
She saw where he was looking and said, You want one? I have extras.
Let me think about it.
She smiled, then frowned. I don't have much choice.
I know that.
There were a few seconds of silence again, then Keith asked the obvious, unromantic question. Where is your husband?
He's still at the lodge on Grey Lake. He called yesterday afternoon and said he was staying overnight. He'll be back around midnight, he said. She added, He doesn't give me much notice. He probably knew he was staying over.
Keith nodded to himself, recalling Baxter's note to him indicating he'd be coming around on Monday. Keith asked, And are you sure you weren't followed?
I didn't see any police cars, city or county, and I know the unmarked cars. Anyway, I'm leaving in a few minutes, and we can stand here behind the house.
Okay. He asked, Should I explain about Washington?
No. No need. She said, I heard about the hurricane on the car radio after I left Terry's. I just got myself upset, then I was going to come back, but I thought Cliff would be home, and I figured you and I needed a running start. She added, Then he calls and says he's staying over. I could have killed him . . . I cried myself to sleep last night, thinking about you and what could have happened yesterday.
It's not too late.
She looked at him a moment, then said, My sister told me you're leaving tomorrow.
You asked me to leave.
Oh, and you do what I ask you to do? Since when?
He smiled. I used to do about half the things you asked me to do. That's not bad.
Depends on which half.
You're tough.
No, I'm a pushover. That's my problem.
I know a good assertiveness-training course for women in Washington. Every woman I knew in D.C. took it. I'll get you a brochure.
Poor Keith. Did they give you a hard time?
Are we having a fight?
Not yet. She stayed silent a moment, then said, Okay, I do want to know about Washington.
All right. On Thursday, my old boss, Charlie Adair, came here— right here to the farm—and informed me that my former employers wanted me back. I said, 'No, I'm madly in love with the girl next door.' He said, Tine, bring her along.' I explained about your small-minded husband not letting you travel with former lovers—
She suppressed a smile and said, So this was business?
Yes. What did you think it was? A Washington holiday before my elopement to Washington?
I didn't know what . . . well . . . you know . . . I just got myself . . . She looked at him. It had nothing to do with a woman?
Oh . . . I see . . . no, it didn't. Do we have a jealous streak?
You know I do. But only with you.
Well, all the more reason for me to turn down this job, then. They wanted me to fly around the world seducing female heads of state.
Don't tease. I was a wreck. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never felt like this . . . well, once. I used to be insanely in love with this guy years ago.
Was he faithful?
Faithful as a puppy.
Was he good in bed?
Best lay in Ohio.
Who dumped who?
We'll never really know.
That's a sad story.
She nodded, then looked at him. So the government wants you back?
They do, and I had to go there in person to say no—
Keith, if you want to go back to Washington, don't let me stand in your way—
I don't want—
Listen. You can go back, and if we decide to be together, if you want me there and if I want to come, then I'll come to Washington.
You wouldn't like it. Believe me.
I might.
Annie, if I'm asking you to leave your world, then I have to leave mine. I have no regrets, and I hope you won't, either.
No, Keith, you listen to me—this was your world here, and it could have been again. But you can't stay here because of me, and I won't be responsible for you not going back to Washington.
Are we both through being noble? Good. Let's be selfish, because I think we both want the same thing.
Maybe. I have to go.
Where are you supposed to be?
Nowhere. He could be home anytime. He does that. Whenever he bothers to tell me when he'll be home, he always shows up a few hours earlier, like he expects to find me in bed with the milkman or something.
How about a farmer? Let's go to your house and give him something to get annoyed about.
Again she suppressed a smile, then said, I just stopped by to see you before you left, and I wanted you to meet Denise.
Who?
She called out to the dog, who came running, licked Annie's hand, then sniffed at Keith and put her paws on his knee. Keith knelt down and played with the dog, who was friendly and who looked like a wire-haired terrier.
Annie watched a moment, then asked, Do you remember?
He looked at her, obviously not remembering.
She said, This is actually Denise number four.
Then it came back to him—he had given her a mongrel puppy in the summer of '63, and they'd named her Denise after the Randy and the Rainbow's hit song of that summer. He stood and looked at Annie. This is . . . ?
This is Denise's great-granddaughter. Denise died about 1973, but I'd kept one of her pups and named her Denise Two, then she had a litter, and so on . . . I . . . it was just sort of a connection, I guess . . . really sentimental and silly . . . you know how us country girls are . . . She looked at the dog, who was pulling on Keith's shoelaces, then at Keith, and she said, A dog's life is short, but . . . they don't make problems for themselves.
Keith contemplated the dog awhile, realizing that this dog represented an incredible display of love and loyalty, faith and remembrance over the years. I can't believe you did that.
I didn't have much else . . . She tried to smile and said, If only Cliff knew . . . he has dogs of his own, but this one is mine, and this one hates him. In fact, they all hated him. Old Denise bit him once. She laughed.
The dogs all had good judgment.
She smiled again. He asked me once where I'd gotten Denise, and I told him my guardian angel gave her to me.
Keith nodded but didn't reply. The dog bolted off in chase of something she smelled or heard near the barn, and as Keith watched, a flood of mem
ories came back to him, and he couldn't trust himself to speak.
He recalled the day when he'd first noticed Annie Prentis in school, then remembered the summer they'd begun courting, the long walks, sitting with her family on their porch, ice cream sodas in town, holding hands in the movies, the feel of her skin and hair, the smell of her, the first kiss. The sexual tension had almost driven him out of his mind, and in those days the chances of actually doing it were somewhere between nil and zero. Yet, one night, when her family was out of the house and he'd come over, they sat on the porch together, and she said almost nothing for about half an hour. At first he was annoyed at her distraction, then somehow, in some manner that to this day he didn't quite understand, without a word or a touch or an obvious look, she let him know she wanted to have sex. He recalled being so frightened by the thought that he almost went home. But he didn't, and he'd said to her, Let's go to your room. His world and his life were never the same after that night.
He recalled, too, his decision to take a puppy from a friend's litter and give it to her a few days afterward. He didn't know about flowers after sex then, and since then his gifts to women had been more substantial, as had his gifts from women. But the puppy was the first thing he'd ever given to a girl, and more important, what she'd given to him—herself—was as good a gift as he'd ever gotten.
He said, You never wrote to me about Denise.
I was . . . I couldn't think of a way to mention Denise without sounding like I was being soppy and lovesick. She took a breath and looked at him in the fading light. So . . . these dogs were a daily reminder of you. She smiled. Are you insulted?
No, I'm speechless.
I'm too sentimental for my own good . . . I'll tell you another secret—at my sister's house I have a trunk full of Keith Landry . . . love letters, prom photos, our high school and college yearbooks . . . valentines, birthday cards, a teddy bear . . . I had some other things, too, and I was stupid enough to keep them with me when I got married. He found the box of things—no letters or photos or anything like that, but little gifts and souvenirs that you'd bought me, and I guess he figured they weren't from my girlfriends, and he threw them out. She added, I didn't say anything to him, because I wanted to be a loyal wife. But I knew then, if not before then, that I'd married the wrong man. She stayed silent a moment, then said, I have to go now.
Did you leave your things at your sister's house?
She looked at him. Yes . . . I was afraid to bring anything home in case he was there. Why?
Good. Let's go.
Where?
To your sister's house. We're leaving. Now.
No, Keith—
Now, Annie. Not tomorrow, not next week or next year. Now. Does your sister like dogs? She just got one. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
She pulled away. Keith, no . . . I mean . . . are we really going? Now?
Within the minute. Leave your car here. My car is still packed. Call the dog. Sit in my car. He went into the house, got his keys, and turned off the lights. He took a piece of paper from a pad in the kitchen and wrote, Cliff, Fuck you. He signed it, then went outside to the Blazer and asked Annie for her keys, which she gave him. He asked, Do you want to leave him a note in your car?
She glanced at the paper in his hand and replied, No. He doesn't leave me notes.
Okay. He jumped into her car and drove it to the barn, got out, slid open the doors, and drove the Lincoln inside. He left his short explanatory note to Cliff on the driver's seat, slid the barn doors closed, and went back to the Blazer. He handed her keys back to her and started the Blazer. As he pulled down the driveway, she asked him, Did you leave a note for him in my car?
Yes. It was petty and childish.
What did it say?
Two words, not 'Happy Birthday.'
She smiled but said nothing.
He pulled out of the driveway, Annie beside him, Denise in the backseat, and his luggage in the rear.
Keith turned south, toward Chatham County. Neither of them spoke for a while, then Annie said, I can't believe this is happening.
He glanced at her and saw she was staring straight out the window, looking a little dazed, or perhaps frightened. He asked her, Are you all right?
She nodded, then looked at him. This is really happening.
Yes, and there's no turning back.
Again she nodded, then slipped off her wedding and engagement rings and threw them out the window. There's no turning back. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I love you.
He felt her tears on his face. He said, I've missed you.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
A little past seven-thirty P.M., Annie and Keith drove up to the red brick Victorian house, and Annie jumped out of the Blazer as Terry came out the side door. Without a word, except for some squeals and exclamations that Keith couldn't make out, they ran to each other, hugged, kissed, and jumped around like schoolgirls. Although Keith felt he was the proximate cause of this joy, they ignored him for a while, then Terry ran to him and embraced him. She said, Well, look who's back.
Yeah, we got it together this time.
Oh, Keith, I knew you would.
Annie stood beside him with her arm around him, and Keith had the feeling he was posing for a trophy photo. Annie said to Terry, We're going— She looked up at Keith. Where are we going, darling?
To New York, he replied. That wasn't where they were going, but, in Keith's mind, this wasn't the end of a covert operation; it was the beginning of an escape-and-evasion out of enemy territory.
Annie added, Then we'll go to Rome. Right?
Right.
Denise, still in the Blazer, began barking, and Annie said to Terry, It was all such a last-minute . . . would you mind keeping Denise for a while?
I'd love to. We haven't had a dog since the kids left. Annie opened the car door, and the dog bolted out and began running around as if she knew the place, Keith thought.
The side door opened again, and Terry's husband, Larry, came out. He was bigger than Keith remembered, over six feet tall, and he'd gained some weight and lost some hair, but still looked like a force to be reckoned with. He greeted his sister-in-law, then shook Keith's hand and said, Nice seeing you again.
Same here.
Larry was the strong, silent type, Keith recalled, and like a lot of men around these parts, he didn't waste words. In fact, he didn't use many of them. Keith remembered drinking beer with Larry Ingram one night at someone's house in Spencerville, about a million beers ago, and, except for Larry saying, I'll have another, Keith couldn't recall much else that the man had said. Larry also never asked questions, so Keith volunteered, Annie and I are leaving together.
Larry nodded.
I don't think this will cause you any problems with Cliff Baxter, unless he knew about Annie and I being here.
Larry shrugged.
Somehow I feel you can handle that.
Yup.
I thought so.
Terry said to Annie, Can you stay awhile?
Annie glanced at Keith, who said, We really should get moving.
Okay. Annie's eyes met Keith's, and he thought she looked like she wanted reassurance.
Keith said to Annie and Terry, We'll be fine. We don't have to drive through Spencer County.
Terry nodded. Good.
Keith noticed that Larry had disappeared, then he came out the side door carrying a suitcase and an overnight bag and put them in the rear compartment of the Blazer without a word.
Annie thanked him, then said to Keith, I brought my stuff here in shopping bags, but Terry is lending me her luggage.
Keith asked, Is that all of it?
That's it. I pack light.
I think I'm going to like traveling with you.
She smiled and said, I can buy what I need on the road.
Right.
Terry said to Annie, I have the two letters for the kids, and I'll go see Mom and Dad tomorrow morning. I'll stop by Aunt Louise's,
too.
Keith wanted to get on the road, but he said to Annie, Why don't you take something from your memorabilia trunk?
She smiled at him. You're such a romantic. She looked at Terry. Isn't he a doll? Can I get to that trunk?
Sure. Come on in.
The two women went in the house, and Keith turned to Larry. You're a Chatham County deputy sheriff.
Honorary.
Do you have a police radio in the house or car?
Both.
Can you monitor the Spencerville police here?
Sometimes. Weak signal.
How about the Spencer County sheriff's office?
Yeah. Better signal.
Can you do that tonight?
Sure will.
Can you call the Chatham County sheriff later and see if there's an all-points out for my Blazer or her Lincoln?
Will do.
I'll call you from the road.
Okay. He added, Tell you what. You take my car.
No, I can't do that.
Sure can.
Larry, listen, I know you can handle that guy, but I don't want him to know there's any connection between what's happening tonight and you and your wife.
Don't matter.
If I get pulled over in your car, there's going to be trouble for you. That bastard will be out to get you even if it takes him twenty years.
Don't worry about it.
I am worried about it. Look, like it or not, he's your kin. His children are your niece and nephew, and your children are his children's cousins, and you have the same in-laws for now. You don't need that kind of bad blood in the family. I'm okay in my own car.
Larry didn't reply.
Keith added, And to tell you the truth, I don't want to alarm the women.
Larry nodded.
Keith said, I don't think there'll be an all-points out for a few hours, anyway, and they're going to look for Annie's car first, then maybe mine. That's all the time I need.
Larry thought a moment, then said, Keep to the interstates as much as possible. Shouldn't be any county police on those roads. He added, I don't think the state highway patrol will get any all-points unless Baxter has some specific charge.
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