“ We’ll cut across the cemetery. It’s safer than the street,” he said.
He took her by the hand, led her through the sea of tombstones, toward the white house. She felt the strength in his hand as she shivered. The clouds let through enough light to cast opaque shadows from the gravestones.
“ I feel like the shadows are reaching out for me,” she said.
“ It’s a little scary,” he said.
“ I’m twenty years old and I’ve never been in a cemetery before. I don’t like it.” She heard something, a scraping sound. She tightened her grip on his hand. He froze. “Did you hear it?” she whispered.
“ Yeah,” he said. She felt his palm, as sweaty as hers. “Did it sound like that thing last night?”
“ I don’t think so.” They remained in place, two statues, ears tuned to the night, but they heard nothing more.
“ Must have been the wind blowing some of these across the grass,” he whispered, bending down and picking up a bunch of artificial flowers. He tossed them back on the grave. “Come on.” He continued leading her through the graveyard.
At the side of the cemetery they found two obstacles between them and the house at 13 Church Street. A shallow drainage ditch and on the other side of the ditch, a four foot wooden fence. They found a plank across the ditch and beyond, a two foot gap in the fence. The Church Street residents must cut across the cemetery as a short cut to downtown Rio Dulce, she thought.
He stepped onto the plank, pulling her along behind. Then he squeezed through the gap, still holding her hand. Once through, they found themselves between the fence and the back of a two car garage. The fence was about three feet from the garage. They were in a dark area, perfect for one of those homeless beggars to hide in, she thought-or a slimy overgrown lizard.
She felt as trapped as the dead neighbors next door in their coffins. Her heart was pounding. She felt like she was being drawn out of a long dark tunnel when he led her away from the dark space. Then they were at the back door of the house.
“ At least we don’t have to worry about the neighbors calling the police,” he said.
“ Look at that.” She was looking at a new Red Mazda Miata, the price sticker still in the window. The car was parked in front of the garage. “I really wanted one of those, but I couldn’t afford one. I hope we find the keys.” She looked from the car to the back door. “How do we get in?”
He took the steps up the back porch and tried the door. It was locked.
“ That window is open,” she said.
He came off the porch and followed her pointed finger. It was open because of the heat, she thought, or maybe there aren’t too many burglaries in small town Rio Dulce.
“ I’ll get down on my hands and knees.” He started for the window. “You can stand on my shoulders and see if you can get the screen off.”
“ Careful,” she said, “don’t trample the flowers.” There was a flower bed along the side of the house. He stepped between two small rose bushes, careful not to cut himself on the thorns. Then he dropped to all fours. She stepped onto his back and tried to pry the screen off.
“ I can’t do it,” she said, stepping off. “I need a screwdriver or a knife.” She walked along the side of the house. “Aha!” She bent down in front of the flower bed and picked up a rusty garden trowel. “This will work.” Then she was on his back again, using the pointed end of the trowel to pry the screen off. “I’ve got it.” She tossed the screen onto the grass. Then, with a feeling of danger and accomplishment, she pulled herself up into the window.
Inside she found herself on the kitchen sink. She squeezed on in. She tried to turn once her rear end was through, but she slipped and landed on the tile floor with a quiet crash that echoed through the quieter house. She pushed herself up and opened the back door. Then she went straight for the refrigerator, pulled open the door and bathed the kitchen in a murky light full of hidden shadows.
“ Tupperware.” She took out a plastic container and checked the contents. “Tuna casserole.” She resealed the lid. “We’ll take this with us for later.” She took her laundry sack from Jim, dropped the leftover casserole into it.
“ Close the fridge. I found a flashlight,” he said, closing a drawer next to the sink. He turned it on as the kitchen lost the gloomy light from the refrigerator. “Let’s find the car keys and get out of here,” he whispered.
She nodded and they went through the kitchen. There was a key rack by the back door, but no keys.
“ We need shoes,” she said and he followed her out of the kitchen, through a living room. Redneck values at their finest, she thought, looking at the cheap sofa and chairs gathered around a large screen television and stereo rack. The walls were bare white, no art, no bookcases, no books. A sewing machine in the corner, positioned so the lady of the house could sew and watch the big screen while her husband lay on the couch.
Past the living room, they entered a dark hallway. He used the flashlight. The first door on the right was a bathroom, the door opposite, the master bedroom. He followed her in, lighting the way as she went to the closet and opened it. He lit it up for her as she looked through several pair of shoes, men’s and women’s. She settled on a well used pair of white tennis shoes and slipped them on her bare feet.
“ Tight, maybe a half size too small, but better than nothing.” She laced them up, then paced the bedroom twice. “They’ll do.”
“ At last.” He picked up a pair of new running shoes. “No more screaming feet. You might settle with half a size small, but I’ve been living with tight shoes for too long.” He stole a pair of running socks out of a bureau drawer and slipped them on, then the shoes. “Perfect,” he said standing.
The next door on the right opened on a second bedroom. A guest room, she supposed, and the one opposite was a bedroom turned into a sewing room. A large sewing table, with a second sewing machine, a quilting rack and piles of material filled the room. “She probably shuts herself in here while her husband drinks beer and watches football,” Jim said, “and when she has to watch with him, she has that sewing machine in the living room.”
“ I gotta pee,” she said.
“ What? Here?”
“ Can’t help it. Gotta go. Gimme the light.”
He handed her the flashlight and she went into the bathroom, closing the door after herself.
“ It’s spooky in here.” She unzipped, lowered her jeans, sat on the toilet.
“ Hurry up,” he said, from the other side of the door.
“ I’m going as fast as I can.” She finished, dried herself and flushed the toilet. She shined the light across the bathroom, illuminating the wash basin. She went to it and washed her hands, then started for the door, then she turned back toward the sink. She was thirsty.
She turned the tap back on, held the light pointed down at the sink and lowered her head, putting her mouth under the faucet. The cold water tasted good. The water at the dry cleaners had an aftertaste.
She sensed something by her cheek, the water didn’t seem to be going down the drain. She turned her head while still drinking. A gecko, less than an inch from her right cheek, its tiny beady eyes staring into her single wide right eye, was half out of the drain, clogging it and paying no attention to the water flooding around it.
She screamed.
The door burst open.
“ What is it? What’s wrong?”
“ I saw one of those geckos, coming out of the drain.” She was shaking, the flashlight was on the floor where she dropped it. He picked it up and pointed it at the sink.
“ Nothing there.”
“ I saw it. I did.” She was shaking.
“ It’s gone now,” he said.
“ What’s going on? What’s happening?”
“ Get a hold of yourself. You’ve got to keep it together, okay?”
“ Okay, okay. Just give me a second.” She caught her breath, then did a few deep breathing exercises. Part of her yoga training. “I’ll be all right now. Let’s get on with it and get out of here.”
“ Now you’re talking.” He squeezed her arm in a friendly gesture. “Let’s check out the room at the end of the hall.” The room turned out to be a den. A man’s room. Two oak chairs covered in brown fabric. A single bookcase full of magazines, no books. There was a large oak desk between the bookcase and the chairs. He went to it. The
