His father said, “I thought we might enjoy something a little more in keeping with the Sabbath.”
Lila said, “That’s a good song, though.”
“If you wouldn’t mind, Jack.”
He nodded. He played “Our God, Our Help in Ages Past” and “Faith of Our Fathers” with a kind of exuberant solemnity, and they sang, and then Ames said he was weary after a long day and it must be after Robby’s bedtime, too. The boy had climbed up on the piano bench beside Jack and was shyly touching the keys. Jack went to see the guests to the door, but Robby stayed behind, plinking tentatively. When his mother called him and he climbed down from the bench, he noticed that the seat could be lifted, and he opened it. He said, “There’s money in here!”
Ames reflexively took Boughton’s arm. Glory said, “Oh, I put it there,” but her father crept toward the bench to peer into it as if it were a chasm opening. Glory said, “It’s just leftover money from the household allowance. I take it out of the other drawer so I can keep track of what I’m spending,” but her father, with Ames holding his arm, continued to stare at it. Jack looked in at it, too, and then he started to laugh. “Good try, Glory. A likely tale!” He said, “If there are thirty-eight dollars in there I will have to believe in — something.” And he put his hands to his face and laughed.
His father was bewildered to the point of indignation. “Now that,” he said, “is a remark I simply do not understand!”
Robby said, “Well, it is kind of funny to have all those dollar bills in there!”
Ames smoothed the boy’s hair. “Yes, it is. You’re right about that. Now, you go home with your mother. I’ll be along pretty soon.”
When Lila and the boy were out the door, Glory slammed the piano shut, so hard that the strings rang. “Everyone is ignoring me!” she said. Her anger startled all of them. “Wait.” She went into the parlor and came back with the big Bible. She closed the bench and set the Bible on it. “Now watch. Everyone watch.” And she knelt and put her right hand on the Bible. “I solemnly swear, so help me, God, that I personally put that money in the piano bench. It looks as if I were hiding it, but it was just a lazy kind of bookkeeping. That’s all it was. And I did it. No one else. If I’m lying, may God strike me dead.”
Her father said, “That kind of language isn’t really necessary, dear,” but he was clearly impressed, and also relieved. “You’re good to your brother,” he said, and Jack laughed. “I only meant—” he said, and looked so weary that Ames took him into his room and helped him lie down. Before he left, Reverend Ames said goodbye to them both, and shook Jack’s hand again. His cordiality seemed heavily compounded with regret, with suppressed irritation. Still, Jack was clearly grateful for it.
When he was gone Jack said, “That thing you did with the Bible was great. I’m going to have to remember that.” And he laughed. Then, “If you hadn’t rescued it, the whole thing would have been a disaster, but as it was, I thought, well, I didn’t think it was a disaster, all in all.” He looked at her as though he had asked her a question.
Amazing, she thought, but she said, “No, it went well enough.”
He nodded. “I believe it did. My expectations were low. Reasonable in the circumstances. Still. His kid seemed to like me. And the Mrs. That part of it went pretty well.” He went upstairs and came back down again in one of his own shirts and began to help her clear the table.
She said, “Jack, can I ask you something? No, I’ll tell you something. I’m beginning to think your Della can’t be worth all this misery.”
“What? She’s worth it. If I could be any more miserable, she’d be worth that, too. You’ll have to take my word for it.”
“She doesn’t write to you—”
He smiled at her, stung.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what the problem is.”
He said, “That’s true. You don’t.”
“But I know you a little now, and you’re really not so hard to forgive.”
“Why, thank you.” Then he said, “But you don’t know how much she’s had to forgive. You can’t even imagine. And there’s more every damn day.” He looked at her. He said, “And I think that’s enough about Della.”
THE NEXT DAY GLORY WENT TO THE HARDWARE STORE and bought two pairs of the tan cotton pants and three of the blue denim shirts local men wore when they were not farming or fishing or dressed for a funeral. They were folded over cardboard, stiff when they were new, but she would put them through the wash twice and press them a little and they would be fine. She guessed at Jack’s size. Anything long enough was too wide, but he would have to make the best of that.
While she was hanging them on the clothesline, he walked over from the garden and stood with his hands on his hips, watching. He said, “Those for me?”
“If you think you can use them.”
He laughed. “I’m pretty sure I can.” He said, “Thanks, Glory,” and he reached over and touched a sleeve appreciatively. There was no irony in the gesture. “I’ll have to owe you for
