Word & Void 02 - A Knight of the Word Read Online Free PDF Page B

‘commitment’ and ‘responsibility’ mean something to some of us.” He stamped hard on the picnic table. “I thought the least you could do was to spend
some
time with me this weekend, this
one
solitary weekend in the
whole
of this autumn that you’ve chosen to come home! But no, I haven’t seen you for five minutes, have I? And now, today, what do you do? Go off with that Heppler boy instead of looking for me! I could have gone to the graves with you, you know. I would have liked to go, as a matter of fact. Your grandmother was my friend, too, and I don’t forget my friends …” He trailed off meaningfully.
    “Unlike some people,” she finished for him.
    “I wasn’t going to say that.”
    “Oh, not for a minute.” She sighed. “Robert came by to apologize for his behavior last spring at the funeral.”
    “Oh, that. Criminy.” Pick knew right away. They might fight like cats and dogs, but they confided in each other anyway.
    “So I had to spend a little time with him, and I didn’t think it would hurt if we walked over to the cemetery. I was saving the rest of the day to work with you, all right? Now stop complaining.”
    He held up his twiggy hands. “Too late. Way too late.” “To stop complaining?”
    “No! To do any work!”
    She hunched down so that her face was close to his. It was a little like facing down a beetle. “What are you talking about? It isn’t even noon. I don’t have to go back until tonight. Why is it too late?”
    He folded his stick arms across his narrow chest, scrunched up his face, and looked off into the park. She always wondered how he could make his features move like that when they were made out of wood, but since he had a tendency to regard such questions as some sort of invasion of his personal life, she’d never had the courage to ask. She waited patiently as he sighed and fussed and jittered about.
    “There’s someone here to see you,” he announced finally.
    “Who?”
    “Well, I think you had better see for yourself.”
    She studied him a moment. He refused to meet her eyes, and a cold feeling seeped through her. “Someone from before?” she asked quietly. “From when my father …?”
    “No, no!” He held up his hands quickly to calm her fears. “No one you’ve met before. No one from then. But …” He stopped. “I can’t tell you who it is without getting myself in deeper than I care to go. I’ve thought about it, and it will be better if you just come with me and ask your questions there.”
    She nodded. “Ask my questions where?”
    “Down by the bayou below the deep woods. She’s waiting there.”
    She
. Nest frowned. “Well, when did
she
get here?”
    “Early this morning.” Pick sighed. “I just wish these things wouldn’t happen so suddenly, that’s all. I just wish I’d be given a little notice beforehand. It’s hard enough doing my job without these constant interruptions.”
    “Well, maybe it won’t take long,” she offered, trying to ease his obvious distress. “If it doesn’t, we can still get some work done in the park before I have to go back.”
    He didn’t even argue the point. His anger was deflated, his fire burned to ash. He just stared off at nothing and nodded.
    Nest straightened. “Pick, it’s a beautiful October morning, filled with sunshine. The park has never looked better. I haven’t seen a single feeder, so the magic is in some sort of balance. You’ve done your job well, even without my help. Enjoy yourself for five minutes.”
    She reached over, plucked him off the tabletop, and set him on her shoulder. “Come on, let’s take a walk over to the deep woods.”
    Without waiting for an answer, she rose and headed for the hedgerow, pushing through the thin branches into the park. Sunshine streamed down out of a cloudless sky, filling the morning air with the pale, washed-out light peculiar to late autumn. There was a nip in the air, a hint of winter on the rise, but there was also the scent of