She handed him the muffin and sat down beside him. He removed the rifle from his lap and laid it on the boards at his feet. He broke the muffin into two pieces and offered her half. She accepted. While the wind shook the branches of the poplars on the shoreline and the lake washed restlessly around the dock pilings, they ate without speaking.
“Thank you,” Rose finally said.
“What for?”
She nodded toward the rifle. “For that. It’s uncomfortable, I imagine.”
“If this Smalldog actually came, I don’t know if I could shoot him.”
“I understand. But I think the hope is that, seeing you and the rifle, he’ll be prudent and just stay away.”
“A man who’d abuse and then torture and kill his own sister? If we have what he wants, I’m not sure anything can keep him away.”
Rose finished her half of the muffin and turned and looked out at the lake. The channel was frothy with whitecaps and brilliant with flashes of blue from the sky and silver from the sun. On the far side rose the deep green of Birch Island, a long, impenetrable wall of trees and underbrush. As she watched, a bald eagle lifted itself on broad wings and curled in a swift arc toward the north.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said. “I find it hard to think of anything so ugly up here.”
“Ugly happens everywhere,” he said, as if he were an expert on the subject.
“I’ve read your poetry. You’re very good, but not very optimistic,” she told him.
“I’m a realist.” He tipped the ball cap back on his head, and when he looked at her, a sliver of sunlight played along his cheek, like a yellow scar. “Frankly, I don’t get the O’Connor sunny view of life.”
“I don’t know that it’s sunny,” Rose said. “It’s just that we’ve come through a lot of hard times together. We’ve supported one another. We’re a close family, the O’Connors.”
“But you’re not an O’Connor.”
“Not technically. A long time ago, when I was a little lost in what to do with my life, my sister and Cork asked me to help with their first child.”
“Jenny.”
“Yes. Jo, that was Jenny’s mother, was trying to create a law career. Cork was a cop with odd hours. This was in Chicago. I stepped in to fill gaps. Do you know what I found? That the gaps in my own life were filled. I loved helping to raise the children. I never felt like an outsider in this family.”
“You and Mal have no children of your own?”
“No. And if you’re wondering do we want children, yes. It just hasn’t happened.”
“Children,” he said, as if the word were a hard, heavy stone.
“You don’t want children,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
“Children, in my experience, are an inconvenience. And children, in my experience, are mostly a disappointment to others and are themselves disappointed. Nobody wins.”
“I’ve never looked at it as a competition.”
“You understand what I mean.”
Rose watched two gulls ride the strong wind over the open water, maneuvering in the difficult air currents with extraordinary grace.
“I do,” she said. “And I disagree. But my experience is different from yours.”
“And what do we base our choices on but our own experience?” he asked.
“Faith,” she offered.
From inside the lodge came the sound of the baby crying. It was quite loud, and easily heard above the rush of the wind. Aaron looked there, and his face, in the shadow of the long brim of his cap, was dark.
“I’m not a religious man,” he said coldly.
“Faith in people,” she said. “Faith in Jenny. Faith in yourself.”
He gave her a sidelong glance, and the coldness seemed to melt for a moment. “You were a cheerleader in high school, I bet.”
She laughed. “Hardly.” She draped an arm over the back of the bench and faced Aaron directly. “I’ll tell you something. My childhood and much of my early adult life was a nightmare of taking care of an alcoholic mother. I prayed sometimes for her to die. When she did, I discovered it wasn’t the release I’d thought it would be. My life had been so defined by caregiving that, unless I had someone to help, I didn’t know who I was. That was the real reason I agreed to live with Jo and Cork and give a hand with Jenny. I thought it would save me from having to stumble around searching for a life.”
“You just went on being a caregiver,” he said.
“No. I learned what it was like to nurture. Which is different. That’s what the children did for me.”
“Semantics,” he said, dismissing her.
“I’m not trying to convince you of anything, honestly,” she said. “I just believe there’s another way to look at life.”
The wind gusted with a sudden, unexpected ferocity, and tore Aaron’s cap from his head. Rose shot a look toward the southwest, the direction from which the terror of the derecho had come only a couple of days earlier. Although it was filled with speeding clouds, the sky was a soft blue, and nothing threatened on the horizon.
She heard the sound of an outboard and saw Bascombe’s launch approaching.
“They’re back,” she said.
Aaron glanced down at the rifle that lay at his feet. “Finally,” he said with clear relief.
Once again, they clustered around the table in the dining area of Bascombe’s lodge. The gathering reminded Jenny of a war council.
“Amos Powassin is right,” her father said. “It’s what I’ve been saying all along. The safest thing for everyone is if we get the baby away from the Angle altogether, the sooner the better.”
“So let’s give him over to the authorities. The sheriff or somebody,” Aaron suggested. “They’ll come for him soon enough anyway.”
Jenny shot him a killing look. “I’m not putting him into the hands of someone who doesn’t love him. I’m not giving him up until I know that he’s absolutely safe.”
Aaron opened his hands toward Cork in a gesture of reasonableness and an invitation to agree. “They have the resources to protect him, right?”
Her father didn’t answer immediately, and Jenny watched his face closely. She could tell there was a conflict in his thinking, though what exactly it was, she couldn’t say.
At last he shook his head and replied with what seemed great reluctance. “Based on the response Tom got when he tried to convince the sheriff that our situation up here was bad, I wouldn’t rely on them right now. I’m not sure they’d take our concerns seriously. And even if they did, they’ve already got their hands pretty full.”
“Okay,” Kretsch said. “We get him off the lake and take him where?”
A thoughtful silence settled over the table.
Stephen looked up suddenly and offered an answer. “We could take him to Henry Meloux.”
“Meloux.” Just saying his name gave Jenny an overpowering sense of relief.
“Who’s Meloux?” Aaron asked.
“A friend,” Stephen answered. “And a really special man. He lives in the safest place I can think of.”
“Where’s that?” Bascombe asked.
“On the Iron Lake Reservation in Tamarack County.”
“Where you’re from, right?”
Stephen nodded. “Henry has a cabin in the woods there, and I know he’d help.”
“Wait a minute.” Aaron put his hand up as if stopping traffic. “This feels to me a lot like kidnapping.”
“How can you kidnap a child who has no parents, no home, and no real official existence at all?” Jenny snapped at him.
“You’re equivocating,” Aaron said.
“And you’re an ass,” Jenny shot back.
“Hold on a minute,” her father said. “Aaron’s concern is valid. If things don’t work out, we could be in a lot of trouble. Maybe it would be best to take him to Marsha Dross instead.”
