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āYouād be surprised. Iām not crazy about all the taxes and permits and red tape Iāve had to endure just to open a little gallery in the middle of nowhere. But I guess youād say I get their frustration, and I was trying to serve as a go between of sortsāa level head to help them not make big, stupid mistakes.ā
āWell, they sure need that. How well do you know them?ā
āNot that well. I met a few of the guys at the Whippoorwill.ā She was referring to a cinderblock dive just up the road. The interior was always dark, day or night, probably so you didnāt notice you were standing in a puddle of what you hoped was spilled beer. āI donāt like the tension they bring to this otherwiseāat least sometimesāpeaceful town,ā she continued. āBefore the gallery, I was involved in this kind of work. I was a social worker. I guess itās in my bloodāI like to help make peace.ā Her gallery did have that kind of New Agey peace-and-love look, in spite of the edgy art.
āWell, thanks, Kitt, for stopping by. Itās closing time, and I want to get over to the jail to see Gregg again.ā
āLucky you. Brower and Greggātwo of my least favorite men, at the moment.ā She headed out the door, and nearly tripped over Abit, who was leaning against the door. Cleva was sitting on a bench, clutching her purse in that way older woman seemed to do. I wondered at what age we started doing that.
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We didnāt learn anything new from Gregg that evening. He was so in the dark, we actually brought him news. I was glad we could lend a little moral support, but that was about all we could do in five minutes. Brower was being a stickler.
Standing outside the jail, Cleva and I decided to go out to dinner. We didnāt have a lot of choices in town, so we ended up at Adamās Rib. I wasnāt in the mood for the specialābaby-back ribs, home fries and beansāand apparently Cleva wasnāt either. We both ordered salads, though Iceberg lettuce and wan hothouse tomatoes werenāt enough to call dinner. We added one order of barbecued chicken.
āHoney, that man looks devastated. I hope he doesnāt have to spend much time in that jail. Brower must be loving this. Heās always been sorta jealous of Gregg.ā
āJealous? Or just on a power trip?ā
āBoth, probably. But I think he might be jealous of the way folks naturally enjoy Gregg but not him. People like that are sadālike a kid watching others play but not knowing how to join. They jump in and next thing you know, theyāve started a fight.ā
āWell, I donāt care about Browerās sad upbringing. Like Freud said, sometimes an asshole is just an asshole.ā
She chuckled. āEven I know thatās not quite how he put it, but I get your point. Letās drop that and talk about you. You seem kind of jumpy.ā
āSure, arenāt you? The injustice that Gregg, of all people, would be wrestled out of a meeting and thrown in jail?ā
āI donāt mean that. Yep, Iām pissed off about whatās happened to Gregg, but Iāve never seen you so alive. So, soāas the kids say, in a groove.ā
I stopped mid-bite and put my drumstick down. I wiped barbecue sauce from my face, more for time to think than good manners. She was right. I was getting to work again at what Iād spent my whole adult life doing: interviewing people, digging deeply into a story, and even sometimes righting injustices. Being a journalist had been exciting, especially in D.C., where the culprits I dealt with were often players in the biggest show in the world.
āI guess youāre right,ā I said. āThis is what I used to do, and it made life interesting.ā
āPast tense?ā
āOh, letās not go there.ā
āOkay, but thereās something else. I mean, you seemed kind of jangled. Obsessed even.ā
Dammit, Cleva could see through a blackout curtain. Iād recently realized that my dogged search was fueled, in part, by a memoryāand a load of guiltāfrom a tragedy a year earlier. āWell, there is something else,ā I said.
After a long silence, Cleva said, āAnd?ā
āSomeone killed herself, in front of me. Sheād been depressed for a while, and Iād been a pretty loyal neighbor and friend. I didnāt abandon her when she got in dark moods. I stuck around, including some harrowing evenings listening to her rant. But it wasnāt all badāweād had some fun times, too. Then one night she had me over for dinner and started telling me what a shit I was. I should have known it was the depression talking, but I decided to try some tough love. I told her she needed to get more help. Sheād refused drugs, and for a while, that made sense. I mentioned that she might want to try a prescription, just short term to help her out while she worked on her issues. I added that she couldnāt go on the way she was living. She ran from the living room into her kitchen, dumped the spaghetti sauce and pasta and boiling water on to the floor, grabbed a kitchen knife, and shouted, āYouāre right. I canāt go on like this.ā The slashes she made were the serious kind, right down both arms. I called 911, but she bled out before they arrived.ā
Everything tumbled out so fast, all Cleva could muster was, āOh, I see.ā She sipped her iced tea, gathering her thoughts. Finally, she said, āHoney, that makes sense, what you said about redeeming the past. The way I see it, lifeās built on our past, though we canāt stay mired in it. Weāve got to move on. But you couldnāt not have seen that scene in your head. Iām sorry youāve had that happenātwice.ā
āThanks, Cleva.ā I looked around for the waiter; I needed something stronger than tea. After he brought me a beer, I took a drink and went on. āAs long as Iām spilling my guts, I want you to know that my interesting life is not past tense. Yes, Iāve had an exciting life, maybe too exciting. I was ready for a change, which is why I moved here. Then along comes something big again, and Iāll admit, it does feel good to be in that groove again. But you know, the store keeps me on my toes, tooāordering and maintaining inventory is a juggling act. And customer service is a new challenge for me.ā I tried to chuckle, but it caught in my throat. I drank more beer and continued. āFortunately, the real jerks in town donāt come in, not even for beer. I think theyāre pissed that I wonāt sell tobacco, which in North Carolina is worse than burning the flag. But I love folks like you and Abit and Myrtle and Roy and ...ā
Cleva interrupted. āYou sound like youāre trying to convince yourself.ā
āYouāre good, Cleva, but this time youāre not one-hundred percent right. Sometimes I do have to give myself a pep talk, but right now, sitting here with you, eating terrific North Carolina barbecue, even the Iceberg lettuce tastes good.ā
āGood to hear. Iām feeling mighty fine about your sitting here, too. Now, what kind of pie should we order?ā
Duane and me and the Rollinā Store were on the road by seven-thirty. Over a couple of weeks, weād gotten our act togetherārefilling the paper bag bins when we got back from a run, restocking inventory Tuesday evening, and such as that. That cut down on time we needed Wednesday mornings before we rolled out. I felt useful for the first time in my life.
Otherwise, everything else exciting had slowed to a crawl. Nobody was running into the store with the latest news or sitting outside the store with me, hoping to pick up on some gossip about Gregg.
Speaking of Gregg, he was out on bail. Della explained that a lot of accused murderers werenāt allowed out, but Gregg werenāt likely to skip town and didnāt have no record. The Forest Service got him a lawyer from Asheville, Alfred Bonner, and he got the judge to agree to bail. No one who really knew Gregg for a minute thought heād killed that girl, except maybe Brower. Oh, and them militia guys. I heard Roger Turbin talking about how they was glad it were a govāment man in jail. (That was how they said itāgovāment. Even I knowed better than that, and I only finished fifth grade.)
Della wouldnāt let it rest, though. Even Cleva told her to slow down. Iād been thinking Cleva enjoyed the chase as good as Della (not that enjoyed were the right way to put it). But Della said it was in her bloodālike a bloodhoundāever since she spent so much time writing stories. And every time she was about to give up, something would happen. Like the call she got from Lucyās sister, asking if Gregg were the killer. That put her right back on the track of the killer. The way I saw it, she liked the truth and went after it. Maybe thatās why she liked me. Iād almost always told the truth. I reckoned I werenāt smart enough to tell believable lies.
After Gregg was arrested, the calls stopped. To some, that pointed another finger at Gregg, but I still didnāt believe it. More likely the guilty party felt the heat was off.
I kept trying to help Gregg, but he just walked around in a daze, unable to fathom how his life had turned into such a nightmare. I invited him over for dinner so we could talk about a plan of attack. He arrived looking rumpled, as though heād slept in his clothes. Maybe he had, or maybe I was so accustomed to seeing him in his crisp uniform, the faded flannel shirt and jeans looked odd on him. We each had a beer, and when Gregg asked for another one, I handed it to him and said, āI want you to help me find out what really happened.ā
āThat would look bad,ā he said, taking a long pull. I didnāt follow his logic, and told him so. āDammit, Della, I canāt go around the county quizzing people and acting like a law officer. Besides, everyone is looking at me like Iām some mad rapist and murderer. I appreciate what youāre doing, Della. I really do. But if you want to be effective, you donāt want me along.ā He rubbed his face; the three-day growth probably itched like crazy.
āOkay, so maybe you donāt go up to the door, but you could go along. Keep me safe.ā I was trying every angle I could think of.
āYouāll be safer without me. All those Green Treatise idiots have poisoned everyone against me.ā Before Iād found Lucyās body in that cove, what felt like years ago, Iād never heard Gregg swear beyond the occasional hell or damn. His nerves were shot. I decided to let my idea drop.
We managed to enjoy the
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