“They can sit at night outside without the bugs. Hear the birds,” Shelley said, opening the door.
And inside this rough octagon, the sound did seem different. The noise from across the road hushed. Thinner sounds magnified. Birds became individual, single voices.
They sat on the wooden furniture Shelley’s father had built.
“So you want to leave Green Bay,” Bea said.
“Yah. I like it like it was around here when we was growing up.”
“I remember it, too,” Bea said. “I used to come out and pick up June. When I first saw June’s house, I was surprised. She told me she came from a poor family. I’d only known her at college. And then it was so beautiful out here.”
“If they was poor,” Shelley said, “I don’t know what that makes what we were.”
Bea looked at Shelley, remembered the baby she’d once seen, and considered her life for possibly the first time.
“You may get married and have kids,” Bea said softly. “And you’ll want to raise them somewhere with land like this.”
Shelley closed her mouth in a small, mocking smile. “Not me, not anymore.”
“Why not?” Bea asked.
But she didn’t answer.
What was she? Twenty-five? Maybe thirty? “It’s not too late for you.” Bea actually touched the girl’s hand. It was long and hard as a man’s.
Shelley looked at her with no expression; then a large smile cracked open. “I got a place to sell.”
“Another place? Oh, well.”
“You know the Kaap house?”
“The Kaap house. Oh.” Bea couldn’t help but whisper, “He died, then.”
“Oh boy, I thought you knew. They called me from the police. Found him a block from Bosses, sitting on a wall by the sidewalk. Just somebody’s yard. They said he must’ve felt a pain and stopped to rest. The lady who lives there found him when she went out to get her paper. All dressed up like he was going somewhere important, she said. Just his head down and his clothes all soaked from sweat. Holy smokes.” She frowned. “He knew I’d sell it. When he told me he was giving it, I said, ‘Well, don’t expect me to live there and clean that whole thing. All them floors.’ ”
He left her the house! The Kaap house! Bea heard the old familiar ring in the air—her gossip’s instinct—but there was no one left to tell, leaving this silver fact limp, useless.
June was gone and her mother was gone, too, all her listeners. The women she’d been able to make laugh.
“But there was nothing going on between us. He was just doin it to be nice.”
Bea looked up at the girl, who was biting her bottom lip.
If June were still around to call, if her mother were here, Bea wouldn’t have looked at the girl again and seen—what she saw now—a crooked face telling the truth. Of course, Bea reminded herself, she was the only one who’d believe it.
“You can take what you want of those books or the records. CDs. I never could understand that music. He always said you got his jokes. I’m just going to box that all up for the church. There’s an envelope with your name on it, too, on his desk. Some kind of ticket with something hard in it. His watch, maybe.”
“Well, you helped him,” Bea said. “Made his last years kinder.”
Bea supposed that was what she had done for her mother. And here she was with that house.
And Shelley was planning to sell. With the money, she wanted to buy up where the water tasted better.
She pointed out the bushes planted along the screens. They were all hollies that fed the birds.
Shelley offered to take her for a drive in the red Jeep. They could head north, look at some land. Bea got in carefully, a hand on the roof as she clambered up the high running board.
Before, she may have wondered—certainly her mother would have—how it looked to be Shelley’s passenger in this vehicle everyone knew who’d paid for.
But today she opened the window. Inside, they were very high up, with wide views. Her hair, which she’d set all her life to straighten, was probably blowing right now into curls.
A L S O B Y M O N A S I M P S O N
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A Regular Guy
The Lost Father
Anywhere But Here
T H I S I S A B O R Z O I B O O K
P U B L I S H E D B Y A L F R E D A. K N O P F
Copyright © 2000 by Mona Simpson
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Simpson, Mona.
Off Keck Road / Mona Simpson. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
1. Women—Wisconsin—Green Bay—Fiction. 2. Mothers and daughters—' Fiction. 3. Female friendship—Fiction. 4. Green Bay (Wis.)—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3569.I5117 O35 2000
813'.54—dc21 00-040569
eISBN: 978-0-375-41263-9
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Mona Simpson, Off Keck Road
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