“It feels solid.” Petey glanced down at his calloused hands. “Funny how things worked out. Well …” He roused himself and grinned. “Coaching’s thirsty work. I could use another beer.”
“Be right back.”
When I returned with the beers (inside, Kate had raised her eyebrows, not used to seeing me drink so much), I also had something in a shopping bag.
“What’s that?” Petey wondered.
“Something I’ve been keeping for you.”
“I can’t imagine what you’d —”
“I’m afraid it’s too small for you to use if you want to play catch with Jason another time,” I said.
Petey shook his head in confusion.
“Recognize this?” I reached in the bag and pulled out the battered baseball glove that I’d found under Petey’s bike so long ago.
“My God.”
“I kept it all these years. I never let it out of my room. I used to hold it next to me when I went to bed, and I’d try to imagine where you were and what you were doing and …” I forced the words out. “… if you were still alive.”
“A lot of times, I wished I wasn’t alive.”
“Don’t think about that. The past doesn’t matter now. We’re together again, Petey. That’s what matters. God, I’ve missed you.” I handed him the glove, although I couldn’t see him very well — my eyes were misted.
7
“So what do you think of him?” I asked Kate, keeping my voice low as I turned off the light and got under the covers. Petey’s room was at the opposite end of the hall. He wouldn’t be able to hear us. Even so, I felt self—conscious talking about him.
Lying next to me in the darkness, Kate didn’t answer for a moment. “He’s had a hard life.”
“That’s for sure. And yet he seems to enjoy it.”
“A virtue of necessity.”
“I suppose. All the same …”
“What are you thinking?” Kate asked.
“Well, if he didn’t like it, he could always have lived another way.”
“How?”
“I guess he could have gone to school and entered a profession.”
“Maybe have become an architect, like you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. It wouldn’t have been out of the question. I’ve seen a couple of stories on the news about twins separated at birth and reunited as adults. They discover they have the same job, the same hobbies, wives who look the same and have the same personality.”
“I’m not sure I like being linked with someone’s hobby. Besides, you and your brother aren’t twins.”
“Granted. Even so, you know what I mean. Petey could have ended up like me, but he chose not to.”
“You really think people have that much choice in their lives? You told me you never would have become an architect if it hadn’t been for a geometry teacher you really liked in high school.”
Wistful, I stared at moonlight streaming through our bedroom window. “Yeah, I sure was weird — the only kid in high school who liked geometry. To me, that teacher made the subject fascinating. He told me what I had to do, where to go to college and all, if I wanted to be an architect.”
“Well, I seriously doubt that your brother had a geometry teacher. Did he even go to high school?” Kate asked.
“Somebody must have taught him something. He’s awfully well spoken. I haven’t heard a foul word from him.”
Kate turned to face me, propping herself on an elbow. “Look, I’m willing to do all I can to help. If he wants to stay here for a while until he decides what to do next, that’s fine with me.”
“I was hoping you’d feel that way.” I leaned over and kissed her. “Thanks.”
“Is that the best way you can think of to thank me?” she asked.
I kissed her again, this time deeply.
“Far more sincere.” She drew a hand up my leg.
“Mmm.” It was the last sound for a while. The presence of a stranger in the house made us more self—conscious about being overheard. When we climaxed, our kiss was so deep that we swallowed each other’s moans.
We lay silently, coming back to ourselves.
“If we get more sincere than that, I’ll need to be resuscitated,” I murmured.
“Mouth—to—mouth?”
“Brings me to life every time.” Getting up to go to the bathroom, I glanced out the window. In the darkness, peering down toward the backyard, I saw something I didn’t expect.
“What are you looking at?” Kate asked.
“Petey.”
“What?”
“I can see him in the moonlight. He’s down there in a lounge chair.”
“Asleep?” Kate asked.
“No, he’s smoking, staring up at the stars.”
“Given everything that’s happened, he probably couldn’t sleep.”
“I know how he feels.”
“I’ll tell you one thing,” Kate said. “Anyone who’s polite enough not to smoke in the house is welcome.”
8
Although Petey had said that he enjoyed his life on the road, I was determined to make sure he enjoyed it even more by paying attention to a few basic matters: his appearance, for example. That chipped front tooth made a terrible first impression. I had a suspicion that Petey had been losing work because contractors he approached to hire him felt he looked like a troublemaker. So, the next morning, I phoned our family dentist, explained the situation, and got him to agree (for double his usual fee) to give up his lunch hour.
“Dentist?” Petey told me. “Hell no. I’m not going to any dentist.”
“Just to smooth out that chip in your tooth. It’s not going to hurt.”
“No way. I haven’t been to a dentist since I needed a back tooth taken out six years ago.”
“Six years ago? Good God. All the more reason for you to have a checkup.” I didn’t tell him that the hygien—ist had agreed to give up her lunch hour, too.
Before that, I phoned several barbershops, until I found one that wasn’t busy. Long hair — my own’s hardly what you’d call short — doesn’t have to look tangled and scruffy. After the barbershop, we bought some clothes. Not that I deluded myself into thinking that Petey could use dress slacks and a sport coat, but some new jeans and a nice—looking shirt wouldn’t do any harm. After that, a shoe store: new work boots and sneakers.
“I can’t accept all this,” Petey said.
“I’m glad to do it. If you want, we’ll call it a loan. Sometime, when you’re flush, you can pay me back.”
Then it was time for the dentist. Afterward, Petey’s teeth looked great, although he had several cavities, the dentist said. They’d be taken care of when Petey went back in a couple of weeks. Petey’s hair looked stylishly windblown. I was almost tempted to ask a plastic surgeon if anything could be done about the scar on Petey’s chin. No matter, a little maintenance had accomplished a lot. He looked like he’d just gotten dressed after playing tennis.
“Hungry?”
“Always,” Petey said.
“Yeah, I get the impression you’ve been missing a few meals lately. You could use about ten more pounds. Do you like Italian food?”
“You mean spaghetti and meatballs?”
“Sort of. But where we’re going, spaghetti’s called pasta, and the dishes have names like chicken marsala.”
“Hold on a second.”
“After lunch, I’m going to take you to see a man about a job.”
“Brad … Stop… . Hold it.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Petey asked. “You took yesterday afternoon off. This morning, you didn’t go to work, either. Kate said you had appointments, meetings.”
“None of it’s as important as you.”
“But you can’t run a business that way, not and spend money on me the way you are. We have a lot to catch up on, but we don’t have to do it all at once.”
Petey’s worried expression started me laugh
ing. “You think I’m getting carried away?”
“Just a little.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“Go to work. There’s a park across the street. I’d like to hang out there for a while. Get my mind straight. All these changes. I’ll meet you at home for supper.”
“That’s really what you want?” I asked.
“You’ve done enough for me.”
“But how will you get home?”
“Hitchhike,” Petey said.
“What if you don’t get a ride?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got a knack for it.” Petey’s teeth looked great when he grinned.
“I have a better idea,” I said. “Use my car. You can pick me up at the end of the day.”
“Can’t. I don’t have a driver’s license.”
“That’s something else we’ll take care of.”
“Tomorrow,” Petey said.
“We’re going to see about getting your glasses fixed, too.”
“Right,” Petey said. “Tomorrow.”
9
Petey and Jason were cutting the lawn when I got home. The power mower was awkward for Jason, so Petey was walking beside him, helping him make the turns.
“Hey, look at me, Dad!” Jason yelled to be heard above the motor’s roar.
I raised my thumb enthusiastically.
They stopped beside me.
“Can you control it, Jace?” Petey asked.
“I’m pretty sure.”
“Then it’s all yours. I’ll be over here talking to your dad.”
Jason nodded, concentrating on keeping the mower in a straight line. Its roar diminished as he navigated among trees toward the far side of the yard.
Petey motioned me toward the porch steps, where he picked up a bottle of beer. “I might’ve created a monster. If he gets any better at this, you’re going to have to raise his allowance.”
“It’s the first time he’s shown an interest. Could be you’ve hit on something,” I said. “Normally, a lawn service does this for me, but it’d be good for him to help a little and learn some responsibility.”
“Can’t be too young to learn responsibility.” Petey took a drink of his beer.
“Listen, I appreciate the effort, but you didn’t have to mow the grass,” I said.
“No big deal. It looked a little long. I want to do my share.”
“Honestly, it isn’t necessary. I’m just glad to have you here. Anyway, since you’ll be working next week, take it easy for now.”
Petey cocked his head. “Working next week?”
“Yeah, I made some calls. I got you a job.”
“You did? Great!”
“On a building I designed.”
“Couldn’t be better.”
“Uncle Peter!” Jason yelled in panic. At the end of a row, the boy struggled to turn the mower. It veered toward a shrub.
“Hang on!” Petey ran to help him.
10
“No need to help with the dishes,” Kate said.
“It’s the least I can do.” Petey dried another pot. “I can’t remember when I had a tastier beef stew.”
“We don’t normally eat this much red meat,” she said. “I’m trying to put some weight on you.”
“The lemon pie was spectacular.”
Jason eyed a second piece. “Yeah, we hardly ever get desserts in the middle of the week.”
“Well, you worked hard mowing the lawn,” Kate said. “You deserve a treat.”
Sitting at the end of the table, I couldn’t help smiling. The reality that Petey was actually over there by the sink, reaching to dry another pot, still overwhelmed me.
“Anyway,” he said, returning to an earlier topic, “it doesn’t surprise me that you moved here to Denver.”
“Oh?”
“That camping trip you and I and Dad went on. Remember?” Petey asked.
“I sure do.”
“Out here to Colorado. What a good time. Of course, the long drive from Ohio was a pain. If it hadn’t been for the comic books Dad kept buying us along the highway … Once we got here, the effort sure was worth it. Camping, hiking, rock climbing, and fishing, Dad showing us what to do.”
“The first fish you ever caught, you were so excited that you reeled in before you hooked it good,” I said. “It jumped back into the lake.”
“You remember that much?”
“I thought about that trip a lot over the years. A month after we got back, school started, and …” I couldn’t make myself refer to Petey’s disappearance. “For a lot of years, it was the last good summer of my life.”
“Mine, too.” Petey looked down. A long second later, he shrugged off his regret and picked up the last pot. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is, maybe you came out here because in the back of your mind you wanted to return to that summer.”
“Camping?” Jason broke the somber mood.
We looked at him. He’d been silent for a while, eating his second piece of pie.
“Dad promised to take me, but we never did,” Jason said.
I felt embarrassed. “We went on plenty of hikes.”
“But we never used tents.”
“Are you telling me you’ve never actually gone camping?” Petey asked.
Jason nodded, then corrected himself. “Except, I once slept in a tent in Tom Burbick’s backyard.”
“Doesn’t count,” Petey said. “You’ve gotta be where you hear the lions and tigers and bears.”
“Lions and tigers?” Jason frowned, looking vulnerable behind his glasses.
“It’s a joke.” Kate rumpled his hair.
She left some soapsuds. He swatted at them. “Mom!”
“But that might not be a bad idea.” She looked at Petey and me. “A camping trip. The two of you can pick up where you left off. Jump over the years. I know it’s been hard for you, Peter, but now the good times are starting again.”
“I think you’re right, Kate,” Petey said. “I can feel them.”
“What about me?” Jason asked. “Can’t I come?”
“We’ll all go,” Petey said.
“Sorry. Not me, gentlemen.” Kate held up her hands. “Saturday, I’m scheduled to give a seminar.” Kate was a stress—management counselor; her specialty was advising corporations whose employees were burned out because of downsizing. “Besides, sleeping in the woods isn’t high on my list.”
“Just like Mom.” Petey turned to me. “Remember?”
“Yeah, just like Mom.”
“Except your mother,” Kate said, “was afraid of bees, whereas in my case it’s a matter of natural selection.”
“Natural selection?” I asked, puzzled.
“You guys are a lot better equipped to crawl out of a tent at night and pee in the woods.”
11
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
Petey quit studying the map and looked at me. “About what?”
It was almost eleven o’clock: a radiant Saturday morning. My Ford Expedition was loaded with all kinds of camping equipment. We’d followed Interstate 70 west out of Denver and were now well into the mountains, although Jason wasn’t appreciating their snowcaps. He was dozing in a sleeping bag on the backseat.
“After you …” I had trouble continuing. “It suddenly occurs to me that you might not want to talk about it.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“After you got away from …”
“Say it. The sick bastards who kidnapped me. It’s a fact. You don’t need to tap—dance around the subject.”
“You were sixteen when you escaped. You’ve talked about roaming the country, working on construction jobs or whatever. But you never mentioned anything about school. When you disappeared, you were in the fourth grade, but you’ve obviously had more education than that. Who taught you?”
“Oh, I had plenty of education in politeness,” Petey said bitterly. “The man and woman who kept me in that underground room i
nsisted on a lot of ‘Yes, sir, yes, ma’am, please and thank you.’ If I ever forgot, they punched my face to remind me.” The sinews in his neck tightened into ropes.
“I’m sorry. I wish I hadn’t raised the subject,” I said.
“It’s fine. There’s no point in hiding from the past. It’ll only catch up in other ways.” Petey’s gaze hardened. He took a deep breath, subduing his emotions. “Anyhow, in terms of education, I have better memories. As I wandered from town to town, I learned that an easy way to get a free meal was to show up at church socials after Sunday—morning services. Of course, I had to sit through the services in order to get the free meals. But most times, I didn’t mind —the services were peaceful. After so many years of not reading, I’d sort of forgotten how to do it. When members of this or that congregation realized that I couldn’t read the Bible, they took steps to make sure I learned my ABC’s and, more important, the Good Book. There were always teachers in the congregations. After work some evenings, I’d get private classes at a church in whatever town I happened to be in. There are a lot of decent folks out there.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“Hear what, Dad?” Jason asked sleepily from the backseat, where he’d woken up.
“Just that there are decent people in the world.” “
Didn’t you know that?”
“Sometimes I wondered. You and your uncle better concentrate on the map. Our turnoff isn’t far ahead.”
12
We were looking for a place called Breakhorse Ridge. It’s odd how some names stay in my memory. Twenty—five years earlier, that was where Dad had taken Petey and me on our camping trip. Somebody at the furniture factory where Dad was the foreman had once lived in Colorado and had described to Dad how beautiful the Breakhorse Ridge area was. So Dad, who’d already committed to taking us camping in Colorado, had decided that would be our destination. But back then, all during the long drive, I’d had a horrifying mental image of somebody breaking horses in half. Not knowing anything about how cowboys “broke” wild horses so people could ride them, I’d been afraid of what we were going to see. Dad finally got me to tell him what was bothering me. After he explained, my fear turned to curiosity. But when we arrived, there weren’t any horses or cowboys, just a few old wooden corrals, and a meadow leading down to a lake and an aspen forest with mountains above it.