and got caught.'
'What?'
Nell laughed. 'Just 'cause she don't talk to you don't mean she don't talk to me.'
He shook his head, not understanding.
'We've got a phone, too, puppy,' she told him. 'I talk to Sara every now and then, just to catch up.'
'Well, then you must know I've been seeing her again,' he said, aware he was sounding like the cocky old Slick he had been, but unable to stop it. 'What do your cards say about that?'
She turned a couple more over and studied them for a few seconds, a frown tugging her lips down. Finally, she scooped the cards back into a deck. 'These stupid things don't tell you nothing anyway,' she mumbled. 'Let's get over to Possum's. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you.'
She held her hand out to him, and he hesitated, wonder-ing if he should push her on the reading. Not that Jeffrey believed Nell had the gift, or that anyone did for that matter, but it set his teeth on edge that she would not at least make something up so that he would feel better.
'Come on,' she said, tugging at his sleeve.
He acquiesced, letting her lead him out of the shack and back into the unrelenting Alabama heat. There were no trees in the gravel parking lot, and Jeffrey could feel the sun baking the top of his head as they crossed toward the gas station.
Nell looped her hand through his arm, saying, 'I like Sara.'
'I do, too,' he told her.
'I mean, I really like her, Jeffrey.'
He stopped, because she seldom called him 'Jeffrey.'
She said, 'If she's giving you another chance, don't fuck it up.'
'I don't plan to.'
'I mean it, Slick,' she said, tugging him toward the store. 'She's too good for you, and God knows she's too smart.' She waited at the door so he could open it. 'Just don't fuck it up.'
'Your faith in me is inspiring.'
'I just don't want Little Jeffrey messing things up for you again.'
' 'Little?'' he repeated, opening the door. 'Your memory giving out on you?'
Jeffrey could tell she was going to answer him, but Possum's booming voice drowned out everything.
'That Slick?' Possum yelled as if Jeffrey had just gone out for a walk instead of been away for years. Jeffrey watched as the other man edged over the counter. His belly got in the way, but he landed on his feet despite the laws of physics.
'Damn,' Jeffrey told him, rubbing the other man's large gut. 'Nell, why didn't you tell me you got another one on the way?'
Possum laughed good naturedly, rubbing his belly. 'We're gonna call it Bud if it's a boy, Dewars if it's a girl.' He put his arm around Jeffrey, leading him into the store. 'How you been, boy?'
Without thinking, Jeffrey delivered his standard response. 'I ain't been a boy since I was your size.'
Possum laughed, throwing back his head. 'Wish we had Spot around. How long you gonna be in town?'
'Not long,' Jeffrey told him. 'I'm actually on my way out.' He turned around to see that Nell had left them alone.
'Good woman,' Possum said.
'I can't believe she's still with you.'
'I take away her keys at night before I go to sleep,' he told Jeffrey, giving him a wink. 'Wanna beer?'
Jeffrey looked at the clock on the wall. 'I usually don't drink until at least noon.'
'Oh, right, right, right,' he answered. 'How about a Co-Cola?' He scooped a couple out of an ice chest without waiting for a response.
'Hot out,' Jeffrey said.
'Yep,' Possum agreed, popping the bottles open on the side of the chest. 'I guess you dropped by to ask me to keep an eye on your mama.'
'I've got a case back home,' he said, and it felt good that home meant Grant now. 'If you don't mind.'
'Shit,' he waved this off, handing Jeffrey a Coke. 'Don't worry about that. She's still just right down the street.'
'Thanks,' Jeffrey said. He watched as Possum took a bag of peanuts off the rack and ripped it open with his teeth. He offered some to Jeffrey, but Jeffrey shook his head no.
'Damn shame her falling,' Possum said, funneling some peanuts into the open neck of his Coke bottle. 'Been real hot lately. Guess she just got dizzy in this heat.'
Jeffrey took a swig of Coke. Possum was doing what he had always done, and that was covering for May Tolliver. Jerry Long didn't just get his nickname from playing dead that day in Jeffrey's backyard. If there was one thing Possum was good at, it was ignoring what was right in front of his face.
The heavy baseline from a rap song shook the front windows, and Jeffrey turned around in time to see a large burgundy colored pickup truck pull into a space in front of the store. Rap music blared, a cacophony of missed beats, before the engine was cut and a surly-looking teenager got out of the cab and walked into the store.
He was dressed in a shirt that matched the color of his truck, with the words roll tide emblazoned in white over a rampaging elephant. His hair was what got Jeffrey's immediate attention, though. It was corn rowed with little crimson colored barrettes at the end, and they snapped against each other as he walked. The boy was wearing black-and-gray camouflage pants that were cut off at the knee, but his socks and sneakers were colored the Crimson Tide. Jeffrey realized with a start that the kid was dressed head to toe in the colors of Alabama University.
'Hey, Dad,' the boy said, meaning Possum.
Jeffrey exchanged a look with his friend, then turned back to the boy. 'Jared?' he asked, certain this could not be Possum and Nell's sweet little kid. He looked like a motorcycle thug dressed for an Alabama gang.
'Hey, Uncle Slick,' Jared mumbled, shuffling his feet across the floor. He walked right past Jeffrey and his father and into the room behind the counter.
'Man,' Jeffrey said. 'That has got to be embarrassing.'
Possum nodded. 'We're hoping he changes his mind.' Possum shrugged. 'He likes animals. Everybody knows Auburn 's got a better vet school than Alabama.'
Jeffrey kept his teeth clamped so he would not laugh.
'I'll be back,' Possum said, going after the boy. 'Help yourself to anything you want.'
Jeffrey finished his Coke in one swallow, then walked to the back of the store to see what kind of bait Possum had stocked. There were wire-meshed cages with crickets chirping up a storm as well as a large plastic barrel filled with wet dirt that probably had a thousand or so worms in it. A small tank of minnows was over the cricket stands, with a net and some buckets in which to transport the bait. Sara liked to fish, and Jeffrey thought about getting her some worms before he considered what a hassle it would be,
