much for her. I thought she was going to stop.”
May dried her hands and gave Skye a pointed look. “Hard work is good for you.”
Skye was saved from responding when her father walked into the utility room. She turned to greet him. “Hi, Dad. Finished with the grass?” A silly question, since he wouldn’t have quit until he was through, but a good way to change the subject.
“Yep.” Jed hitched up his jeans, which hung low to accommodate his belly. “Supper ready, Ma?”
“In half an hour.” May stopped stirring the gravy, and ordered, “You’d better get showered and changed. We’ve got company tonight.”
Jed’s navy T-shirt was sweat-soaked and torn, evidence of his hard work. “Skye’s not company,” he protested.
Not wanting to get involved with her parents’ squabble, Skye looked for something to do. She moved the salt and pepper shakers and the napkin holder from the counter to the table, then opened the cupboard to the left of the sink. Although the plates, glasses, and flatware were where they’d been for as long as she could remember, they were all new, the old ones having been sold in the summer garage sale during May’s recent redecoration binge.
Skye had taken three dishes from the shelf and started to move toward the table when May said, “Aren’t you staying for supper?”
“Huh?”
“You only have three plates.” May held up four fingers. “There are four of us.”
“Four? I thought Vince had a date.”
“No. It’s just you, me, Dad, and Jackie.” May rolled her eyes. “Don’t you remember?”
“What?”
“But then, why are you here?”
“I stopped by to visit. You and Dad are leaving for Las Vegas in a couple of weeks, and I wanted to make sure I saw you before you left.”
“But I told Jackie to tell you about supper tonight.” May wrinkled her brow. “Didn’t you see her today?”
“Yes, but, uh . . .” Skye didn’t want to tell her mother about the argument she’d had with her colleague, so she hedged. “We had a lot to talk about; then she had to leave for another school. She must have forgotten to tell me.”
“Well, you’re here.” May nodded, appearing satisfied with Skye’s explanation. “No harm, no foul.”
“Right.” Skye frowned. Except she was now forced to spend an evening with someone she preferred to avoid. “So, how did you meet Jackie?”
“In the grocery store yesterday. She asked me to help her find something and we got to talking.” May turned back to the stove—gravy needed constant stirring or it became lumpy. “She was so sweet. She hung on my every word; then she mentioned that you and she were friends, so I thought it would be nice to have her for a home- cooked meal.”
Why had Jackie been in the grocery store? If she was living at the motor court, she didn’t have a kitchen. She must have been picking up some snacks and soda. The vending machines at Charlie’s would get expensive fast.
“She should be here soon.” May’s voice interrupted Skye’s thoughts. “Go ahead and set the table for four.” May lowered the flame on the burner, then added, “Make sure you put out the real butter for Dad. He won’t touch that Country Crock Light I use for my cholesterol.” May paused and gave Skye another sharp look. “But you’d better use the fake stuff. It looks like you’re gaining weight again.”
Was she? Skye looked down. She couldn’t tell. She refused to weigh herself constantly and worry about every pound, but she hadn’t been swimming every day as she should, and she had stuffed herself with those cookies a few hours ago at school. She guessed it was time to get back into the pool.
“You should have seen it. Mom did everything but spoonfeed Jackie, and Dad actually talked. She got him to tell stories from the four years he spent in the navy right after high school. He even made a joke. He said he had a commanding officer whose baler had run out of twine.”
It was late Saturday afternoon, and Skye was on the telephone with her brother. Vince had just closed up the hair salon he owned. “Well, isn’t that what a social worker is trained to do, get people to talk?” Vince asked. “And Mom feeds everyone.”
“Yes, she cooks and puts the food in front of you, but she doesn’t fork it into your mouth.”
“She did that?”
“Well . . . not exactly, but almost,” Skye admitted. “She put the cream and sugar in her coffee for her, though.”
“You sound jealous.” Vince chuckled. “Aren’t you happy to have someone to divert Mom’s attention from you for a while?”
“Yeah, but . . .” But what? Maybe she was overreacting. Time to change the subject. “So what are you and Loretta doing tonight?” Vince was dating Skye’s sorority sister, Loretta Steiner.
“Nothing.” His tone was unhappy. “She said she was going to District Days this weekend. You were an Alpha Sigma Alpha, too. Why aren’t you going?”
“It must have something to do with the alumni group Loretta belongs to in Naperville. There isn’t one close enough for me to join.”
“Oh.” Vince paused. “But you’ve heard of this weekend thing?”
“I probably read about it in the sorority magazine, but I don’t remember. Do you want me to check the back copies?”
“No.” He sighed. “I guess not, but it seems like she’s awfully busy lately.”
“Now who’s jealous?” Skye teased.
“Hey. You know I’m not the jealous type.” Vince’s voice held a forced casualness. “I’m only saying she should have asked you to go with her.”
“I’ll have to talk to her about that.” Skye was glad Vince couldn’t see her grin. It looked as if her big brother might finally be serious about a woman. Maybe May would hear wedding bells soon after all. Skye’s smile widened. And if Vince got married, maybe her mother would get off her back. “I’ve got to go. Wally’s picking me up at six. We’re going to Joliet to see
“I can taste their poor-boys now.” Vince smacked his lips. “I love how the garlic butter runs down your hands when you bite into one.”
“I love their double-baked potatoes. I think they’re the best I ever tasted.”
“Mmm.”
They both were silent a moment; then Skye said, “Well, I really do have to go. I haven’t even showered yet.”
“You could wait and invite Wally to join you.”
“Men. You all think alike.” Skye giggled and hung up the phone.
Her conversation with Vince had cheered Skye up, and she found herself singing while she got ready. She loved this time of year. Fall clothes were the best. The restaurant they were going to wasn’t dressy, so she put on brown jeans, a leopard-print blouse, and a gold suede jacket.
She was zipping up brown leather ankle boots when the doorbell rang. After taking one last look in the mirror, she added a pair of dangly citrine earrings and ran down the stairs.
When she opened the door, Wally stepped inside, swung her into his arms, and kissed her until she was breathless. As they moved farther into the foyer, Skye froze. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” He lifted his head from her neck.
“I thought I heard the back door. It has an annoying squeak I keep meaning to oil.”
“I didn’t hear anything. Isn’t it locked?”
“Yes.” Skye moved out of his arms and headed toward the kitchen. “I thought so, but I’d better check.”
“Wait a minute.” He caught up with her and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Let me go first.” He reached down and pulled the gun from his ankle holster.
