their apartment. It was so rancid and foul, she
imagined some field animal had come into the house and died in the
entryway. Perhaps it was a poisoned rat.
The stench made her gag. She retreated quickly to the kitchen and got
herself a cold glass of water. The cool liquid bubbled when it hit her
stomach, but it seemed to clear away the stench that had lingered in her
nostrils and throat.
Poor Lee, she thought. He's going to walk right into that, whatever it
was. She felt for the clock with the raised numbers and confirmed that
he wouldn't be home for at least another hour or so. Then she returned
to her dinner preparations, but kept a keen ear out for sounds of Lee's
return. She was surprised when she heard him pull his car into the
shale-stone driveway beside the house only fifteen minutes later.
That was one thing they would definitely miss, she thought, a garage.
This old house didn't even have a carport. Then she remembered that Lee
had told her that old man Carter, although easily a man in his late
eighties, still drove his 72 Chevy. He claims he's had that car for
nearly twenty years, Lee had said, and never parked it in a garage. Of
course, all he has on it is thirteen thousand miles. He only uses it to
go to get what he needs. Can you imagine?
The inside's immaculate, but the outside's quite rusted and faded. No
dents or bumps to speak of, however. And the engine sounds like it will
go on for another twenty years. Just like him, Lee had added, and
Jessie had thought, Yes. Her initial meeting with the old man had left
her confused. Lee had introduced her to him the morning after she had
sensed they were living adjacent to a cemetery. The cemetery
caretaker's voice cracked with age, and the skin around his hand felt
wrinkled and dry, but he had La youthful firmness in his grip and she
heard Something underneath the cracking, something buried just under the
croaking, rasping voice that to her suggested youth.
It was only one of those incomprehensible, intuitive things that Lee
thought were symptoms of some mental disturbance lingering from the
accident. Maybe he was right. She certainly couldn't put her feelings
about old man Carter into words.
Jessie had the table in the dining room set and every thing warmed and
waiting in the kitchen when Lee entered the house. She turned toward
the front door as soon as she heard him insert his key in their
apartment door.
Hi, he called out. She moved quickly to greet him.
She had remained at the rear of the house ever since she had heard the
footsteps and smelled that horrible stench, but as she made her way
toward Lee she didn't smell it anymore. Lee embraced and kissed her.
Something smells great, he said. You didn't smell anything horrible on
the way in, then? she asked. Horrible? No. Why? She told him, the
two of them still holding on to each other.
No, he said again. Nothing like that. Maybe the old man had an
exterminator in and they caught whatever it was and that was what you
caught a whiff of. This house is probably old enough for that kind of
problem. Don't forget, we're out in the country.
I know. You told me the nearest neighbor was at least a good half mile
away in either direction. But why would an exterminator park his
vehicle so far from the house? I don't know, honey. Maybe you just
didn't hear him get into the truck, Lee said, and released a heavy
breath of stored tension from his lungs. She sensed it in the tightness
of his muscles and even heard it in his voice.
You don't sound as if you had a good day, Lee, she said when he released
her and started toward their bedroom to change for dinner.
I'll tell you all about it after I get out of these clothes.
Why didn't you shower and change at school like you used to? she asked.
I don't know. I just felt like getting out of there quickly today. I'll
just be a few minutes, he added quickly, and continued on