The Man She Knew. Loree Lough

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СКАЧАТЬ he said matter-of-factly. “Why bother havin’ a floodlight at all if it ain’t a-gonna, y’know, flood the place with light?”

      He tightened the belt of his corduroy robe. Did he own any real clothes? she wondered.

      “What’re you doin’ out here at this ungodly hour, anyway?”

      She might have come up with a suitable retort...if he hadn’t continued with “Kids these days. Inconsiderate. Dumb as a box o’ rocks. Noisy... Why, in my day, young folks had respect for their neighbors. It’s them dad-blasted liberal college professors, I tell ya, fillin’ kids’ heads fulla ‘me-me-me-I’m-so-special’ bunkum all the live-long day.”

      On second thought, she didn’t like Grumpy Vern better, after all.

      “Well?”

      She turned off the flashlight. Why waste the batteries when Vern’s porch light was more powerful than the sun?

      “Well what?”

      “What. Are. You. Doing. Out. Here?”

      Maleah clutched the photo to her chest and replaced the trash can lid. “I threw this away by mistake,” she said, showing him the frame, “and didn’t want the trash guys to haul it away in the morning.”

      “And you couldn’t wait ’til then to paw through your garbage?”

      Why hadn’t she thought of that?

      Because you’ve got Ian on the brain, that’s why.

      She had a notion to turn right around and put the troublemaking thing right back into the trash.

      “Sorry if I woke you,” she said instead.

      “You didn’t. Haven’t slept a whole night through in...can’t remember when.”

      “Sorry to hear it.”

      “Don’t be. I’m used to it.”

      Vern seemed in a mood to chitchat...the last thing Maleah wanted to do. There were a lot of things not to like about this night: Kent, behaving like they were a couple when he had no right to. Frosty winds. Sleety rain. Grouchy, nosy old neighbors. Eliot, for starting the whole picture debacle in the first place. And Ian Sylvestry, for looking sad and wounded earlier tonight.

      She took hold of the icy screen door handle. “I’m off tomorrow afternoon.” They’d been neighbors since Maleah bought the town house, eight years ago, and doubted they’d said more than a hundred words to one another in all that time. “Why don’t you come over, say, two o’clock. I’ll make us some coffee and we can get better acquainted.”

      One eye narrowed. So did his lips. “Why?”

      “Because I want to prove to you that I’m not an inconsiderate, dumb as a box of rocks, noisy, educated by liberal professors kid. And I want you to prove to me that you’re not as mean and cantankerous as you seem.”

      “Yeah? Well, you’d seem mean and cantankerous, too, if you caught your neighbor digging through her trash at...” He pulled back the cuff of his robe to read his watch. “...at fourteen minutes after three.”

      Ought to be an interesting chat, Maleah thought, hiding a yawn behind her free hand. If he showed up.

      “You like cheesecake?”

      “Love the stuff.” He squinted the other eye this time. “Why?”

      “I know a little bakery. Cheesecake is their specialty. I’ll pick one up after my last meeting so we can—”

      “—get better acquainted.”

      “Right.”

      “Just so’s ya know, I don’t do coffee.” He patted his chest. “Bad for the ol’ ticker.”

      But of course...

      “Two o’clock,” she said. And please, wear something other than that ratty old robe.

      Maleah locked up, then shook rain from her waterlogged parka. Some landed where it was supposed to...on the mudroom rug. The rest soaked her favorite flannel pajama bottoms.

      Now, if she hoped to get any sleep at all before the alarm chimed at six, she’d have to change.

      This horrible, never-ending night was Ian’s fault. One hundred and ten percent.

      And if she ever saw him again, that’s exactly what she’d say.

      * * *

      OVER CHEESECAKE AND DECAF, even Vern asked to tag along with Maleah to help serve breakfast at Our Daily Bread. “Must be something a grumpy old geezer can do.” He was amazingly good with on-the-spectrum kids.

      Moments after introducing him to the rest of the volunteers, Berta, who managed the place, tossed him an apron and put him to work scouring pots and washing dishes.

      Maleah delivered another huge tray, piled high with dirty dishes. “I forgot to warn you, this is where she starts all the newbies. She says if they can handle this back-breaking chore, they’re in it for the right reasons. Sorry...”

      “The woman is right, so there’s nothin’ to be sorry for. What’s up with that, anyways? Did your folks knock you around when you were a kid?”

      “Of course not. I was raised in the least dysfunctional family you’ll ever meet.”

      “Good reason to quit apologizing, then. Don’t want people thinkin’ less of them, do you?”

      Odd, she thought, because Ian had been the first person to ask why she said sorry so often.

      “Mashed potatoes to serve up,” she said, leaving the steamy kitchen.

      She’d no sooner plopped a scoop into a partitioned tray when the gray-bearded gent on the other side of the counter said, “This is my cousin, Ian. He’s a little shy, or he’d tell you himself...he thinks you’re real pretty.”

      Maleah thanked the cousins for the compliment and ladled a double serving of gravy onto each tray.

      Yet another Ian reference. Yesterday, a little leukemia patient asked Maleah to paint a wolf on her brother Ian’s cheek. And on the way home from Hopkins, the guy who gave her change for a twenty at the Harbor Tunnel toll booth wore a name tag that said Ian. How was she supposed to stop thinking about him if the universe insisted on throwing reminders in her lap?

      During the drive back to Ellicott City, Vern talked nonstop about how fulfilling it was, working at the soup kitchen.

      “I have a car, y’know. Ain’t been driven in a year, maybe more. Gonna have it serviced, so’s I can go downtown more than once a week.”

      “That’s good of you.”

      “Nah. I have my problems—who doesn’t?—but I’m better off than a lot of people. Seems only right to give a little, after all the taking I’ve done in my lifetime.”

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