Eventide - Kent Haruf [114]
The woman excused herself to go into the kitchen, and Rose stood up. I’m going to leave you too. You’ll want to catch up a little, by yourselves, won’t you. Then she followed the woman into the kitchen.
You look so nice, honey, Betty told Joy Rae. Did you get your hair cut?
Yes.
It looks so nice. Did she cut it for you?
She cut it last week.
Well, it looks real nice on you. And how you been doing, Richie?
Okay.
What you been doing with yourself?
Reading.
Is it a book from school?
No, it’s from church. They said I could keep it.
And I guess you been playing with other kids?
Sometimes we have.
Then the front door opened. Two young girls in bright dresses came in and stopped and stood looking at the Wallace family and then went on to the back of the house.
Who’s that? Betty whispered.
Her other ones.
Her other foster kids?
We don’t see them much, Joy Rae said. They don’t want nothing to do with us.
ROSE CAME BACK IN AND THE WOMAN FOLLOWED HER WITH a plate of cookies and set the plate on the side table.
Joy Rae, the woman said, why don’t you ask your parents if they would like a cookie. And Richie, would you pass around these napkins.
The children rose and did as they were asked.
Would you care for some tea? the woman said.
Oh, no thank you, ma’am, Luther said. We’re doing pretty good just the way we are.
They all sat and ate the cookies and tried to think what there was to say.
Finally Luther leaned forward on the couch toward the woman. My eyes been burning me some, he said. I reckon I got me some kind of eye infection. Might be pinkeye. I don’t know what it is. He took a bite of his cookie and set what was left of it on a napkin on the arm of the couch and pulled out the washrag from his pocket and dabbed at his weepy eyes. And my wife, he said, her stomach’s been acting up again on her too. Ain’t it, dear? Acting up bad.
It’s been acting up real bad, Betty said. She laid her hand over her stomach and massaged at a place under her breasts.
We’ll make appointments for both of you to see the doctor, Rose said. It’s time again, isn’t it.
When you think that’ll be? Luther said.
As soon as I can get you in. I’ll call yet today.
I don’t want to see that same doctor I seen the last time, Betty said. I don’t want to see him again ever.
He ain’t never done you no good, has he, Luther said.
He give me some pills. That’s bout all he ever did.
We’ll see, Rose said. I’ll try to get you in to see Dr. Martin. You’ll like him better.
Then they fell again into an awkward silence.
Joy Rae, the woman said, why don’t you see if your parents are ready for another cookie.
I could stand me another one, Luther said. How bout you, dear?
If it don’t grip my stomach too much, Betty said.
Joy Rae stood in front of each of them offering the plate of cookies and then set it down and returned to the couch and sat beside her brother and put her arm around him. The little boy moved closer to her and laid his head on her shoulder, as if there were nothing else to do in such circumstances.
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SHE CALLED RAYMOND IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND HE was still outside. She called him again an hour later and he had come up from the horse barn by that time in the lowering afternoon sun, and he picked up the phone. I want to go out for dinner, she said.
When would you want to do that?
Now. This evening. I want you to take me out for dinner right now this evening.
It’ll be my pleasure, he said. I’ll have to clean up first.
I’ll be waiting for you, Rose said, and hung up.
He showered and changed into his town clothes and drove into Holt in the pickup. It was still light outside and would be yet, now that daylight savings had started, for another two hours.
He went up to the door and she came out at once and he walked her to the pickup. She seemed disturbed by something. They went out to the Wagon Wheel Café on the highway as before, and over dinner she told him about taking the Wallaces to see their children at the foster home at the west side of town. He asked questions