dining room table before he entered the room. She pulled his chair back, waited for him to be seated, and gently placed a napkin across his lap. She joined him, taking a seat to his right.
Clanking silverware was their conversation. Beryl devoured the meal, dousing his steak with A-1 and heaping his potato with butter, sour cream, and bacon.
âHallowedââ
âDonât start.â
âItâs not about the situation.â
âGood.â He chewed, considered the glower on Aliceâs face. âWhat is it, then?â
âWell, we were all invited to the Christmas pageant at Grand Oak. I didnât commit to Mama, but it would be so nice to go. The food, Christmas carols, it would be like old times.â
âOld times for whom? We donât participate in those affairs.â
âWhatâs the harm?â
âI said no.â
Mattieâs face flashed in Aliceâs mind. An uncharacteristic surge of courage coursed through her veins and danced on her tongue. âHave you ever thought of what your life would be like without me?â
Beryl took a long swig of lemonade. âMy Smith and Wesson holds enough bullets to help anyone rest easy. Always has, always will.â
The threat made Alice shiver.
To solidify his point, Beryl offered, âWhere would you go? What would you do? Selfish Gigi doesnât even let you all in the house. Youâd have to move out Joshuaâs women to stay at his house. All it takes is for me to make a few phone calls and you couldnât rent an apartment, buy a house, or secure a divorce lawyer in this town.â
Her shoulders slumped. She wished she could summon the moxie of the old Alice, the one who shopped, loved clubs, and defended herself against anyone who disrespected her.
âDid you hear me? Youâre not going anywhere.â
âYes, Hallowed.â
âAnd another thing.â Beryl pointed his steak sauce-filled fork toward Aliceâs face and waited for her to repeat the mantra.
âHusband first. Always.â
6
Nowhere To Be Found
K aren tried to lift Mattieâs funk with no luck. She had smuggled Mattieâs favorite peaches from the cafeteria along with three cinnamon packets. The cups of untouched peaches sat on the table, along with a warm cup of cranberry ginger ale. Karen sat next to Mattie on the bed.
âMs. Mattie, is everything okay?â
âNot right now, but it will be.â
âIs it about Ms. Emma?â
Mattie shook her head. âIâm not sad. Iâm happier than Iâve been in a long time.â
âYou sure couldâve fooled me. Looking lost and sad. This is not my Mattie.â
âIf you want your Mattie, loosen up my curls some. I asked Kennedy to keep them tight for the pageant tonight. I want to look good when I join in the songs.â
Karen removed the scarf from Mattieâs head. She found her favorite plastic pick in the top drawer and gently fluffed out her curls. Mattie took great pride in her appearance; her hair was thicker than a lot of the women at Grand Oak. Some of them envied Mattie because she didnât wear a wig.
âAm I loosening your curls for singing, or Mr. Kauthon?â
âWho?â
âDonât act like you canât tell heâs sweet on you.â
âKauthon is my TV buddy, nothing more, nothing less. Heâs a good guy and tells a lot of funny jokes. As innocent as he looks, he tells dirty jokes sometimes, too. Heâs just a friend to pass the time away.â
âMmm-hmmm, Ms. Mattie.â
âHe is. Agatha is the one whoâs sweet on him, but he said she gossips too much. He needs a more discreet lady friend. You know Grand Oak is nothing but a little Peyton Place.â
âPeyton Place?â
Mattie looked at Karen. âIt was a book and a TV show, but when people use the phrase they mean a place where a lot of messiness happens.â Mattie touched
Voronica Whitney-Robinson