Small Town Girl

said you're dating? She says he's called you a couple times since you've been here.'

'Burt. Yeah, he's called. I made a date with him to get together in Nashville as soon as we both get back. I thought if I had that to look forward to it might distract me from Kenny.'

'But it hasn't. So you made a play for him tonight.'

'I didn't make-' Tess stopped herself, realizing how false she sounded. She jumped up from the stool and crossed the room to the rough railing around the stairwell. Leaning against it she could see out the window through the driving rain to the blurred lights from Kenny's house. His bedroom lights came on.

Behind her Renee said, 'You wanted me to talk some sense into you, well, here it is. For the rest of the time you're home, stay away from Kenny. Leave him to Faith and you'll thank yourself later.' She rose from the bed and approached her sister, placing her hands on Tess's shoulders. 'Okay?' she asked.

Tess nodded glumly.

'Hey… come here.' Renee turned her around and hugged her. 'You mad at me now for saying what I think?'

'No.' They rocked for a while, clenched together, and Tess began crying. 'Oh, why did I have to come back home and get my priorities all screwed up? I love what I do! And most of the time I never even think about what I've given up!'

'But sometimes that big old S word rears its head and starts making demands, huh?'

In spite of her tearfulness Tess chuckled and pulled back, drying her face with her hands. 'Oh, damn it. And damn you for dragging me back here.'

Renee said with humor, 'Well, I never thought you'd get the hots for Kenny Kronek.' She went and got a tissue from the vanity and handed it to Tess, who blew her nose.

'I don't have the hots for Kenny Kronek.' Renee gave her a scolding look. 'Well, all right, maybe I do, but if Faith's got first dibs on him, I'll be a good girl and keep my distance, and if he comes to Nashville to visit Casey I'll… I'll…'

'You'll what?'

Tess crumpled. 'Hell, I don't know what I'll do.'

'You know, Tess, there's one thing we're overlooking.'

'What's that?'

'Kenny himself. If he's the kind of man I think he is, he'd never two-time Faith. You said yourself he refused to kiss you.'

Tess thought for a moment, then said, 'You're right. And you know what? That's one of the reasons I think so much of him.'

Tess accepted Renee's admonition and took it to heart. She decided she'd been wrong trying to provoke Kenny into kissing her, and made a resolution that she would do everything in her power to avoid him from now on.

On Monday, in spite of aching everywhere, she mowed the lawn in the midday heat to avoid doing it when he was home. That evening Casey called, and said, 'So how'd it go with Dad?'

'Why don't you ask him?'

'I did, but he's in one of his wounded-boar moods and all he did was snap at me.'

Wounded boar? Tess figured Kenny had probably come up with the same conclusion as she; that it was better if they avoid each other.

'Well, nothing happened,' Tess lied.

'Oh, shoot. Well, I'll keep hoping.'

She saw him, naturally, coming and going from his house, but she stayed inside whenever he appeared in the backyard. Sometimes he'd glance at Mary's house as if hoping Tess would appear in the doorway, but she stayed hidden from sight.

On Tuesday evening, by mere chance, four of Mary's friends came visiting, one right after the other, and Tess was kept busy brewing coffee and visiting. But her mind kept veering to choir practice where she'd been a week ago. She had seen Kenny leave at seven-fifteen and pause beside his garage and look this way, but in the end he had gone without coming to ask if she was going along.

On Wednesday evening Mary said she needed some fresh air and insisted on taking her evening walk outside. She managed to make her arduous way down the front steps on her crutches, then, with Tess at her side, headed down the block. It was a pretty evening. The mourning doves were calling softly from the telephone wires on the street, and Mary's neighbors came out to wish her well when they saw her passing. She and Tess were a block away from home when Kenny came driving by, swerved over to the curb and stopped. He leaned across the empty passenger seat and called out the open window, 'Walking pretty good there, Mary!'

'Practicing for walking down that aisle at Rachel's wedding. You can roll me out of that church in my wheelchair. but I'm walking in, by gum.'

A beat passed while Kenny and Tess exchanged glances, then he said, belatedly, 'Hello, Tess. Missed you at choir practice last night.'

'Sorry. I was busy.'

'I take that to mean you're only singing the one Sunday.'

'I think so.'

'Well… that's disappointing. People were asking.'

He paused another moment, then said, 'Well… Faith's got a dead shrub that needs replacing so I'd better get over there. See you around.' Without another glance at Tess he slid over, put the car in gear and drove away.

She felt just awful watching him go-the lump in the chest, the emptiness in the heart, the longing to follow him and say, Let's talk about this. But what was there to talk about? Their situation was hopeless and they both knew it.

On Sunday she went to the earlier church service in order to avoid singing in the choir. Shortly before noon Casey called and said, 'Hey, where were you?'

'I went to the earlier service with Rachel's family.'

'But we thought you'd come and sing with the choir again!'

'No, I missed practice.'

''But Dad wouldn't have benched you for missing practice! My gosh, you're Tess McPhail!'

'Listen, Casey…' Tess's voice held a plea for understanding. 'It… it just worked out best this way, okay?'

'Oh.' And after a pause, meekly, 'Okay… I guess. Hey, did something go wrong between you and Dad last Sunday?'

'No, nothing.'

'Oh, good. Well, listen, you want to go riding again today?'

'No, I don't think so, Casey. I've got things to do here.'

'Oh. Well… okay. But when will I see you again?'

'Stop in anytime. Otherwise, next Saturday at the wedding, for sure.'

'Okay. Well, hey, take it easy, and say hi to Mary.'

Casey popped in a couple times that week, reporting that Kenny had been difficult to live with. Casey said she thought he must've had a fight with Faith, although to the best of her knowledge, they never fought.

For six days Tess glimpsed him only through windows, but every time she thought about Saturday, when she would see him at the wedding, a queer tightness caught her just beneath the heart and she'd find her hands idle.

It had been over three weeks since Mary's surgery. She got stronger. She felt increasingly better. Feeling better, she seemed to argue less. By Thursday Tess thought it was time to broach the subject that had been on her mind since the night she arrived.

Mary had wanted to eat supper in the living room in front of the evening news, so Tess had set them up on a Duncan Phyfe occasional table that she hauled over in front of Mary's chair, bringing in a kitchen chair for herself. They'd finally had a meal with no clashes. Tess had found something that pleased them both, a taco salad in which she'd cut down the fatty ingredients in her own and added more of them to Mary's. The news was over and they were fin-ishing up their meal when Tess said, 'Mom, I've arranged a surprise for you.'

'For me?' Mary said, surprised already.

'On Saturday morning at eight o'clock a hairdresser named Niki is coming to fix your hair for the wedding and