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.The street was abbreviated, only three houses on each side before the blacktop petered out into the gravel patch that formed a parking pad beside the Daggett residence.Beyond the house, the hill angled upward into sparse trees and underbrush.No sunlight whatever penetrated the yard.A sagging chicken wire fence cut along the lot lines.Bushes had been planted at intervals, but had failed to thrive, so that now there were only globes of dried twigs.The house had a hangdog look, like a stray being penned up until the dogcatcher comes.I climbed the steep wooden steps and knocked.Eugene Nickerson opened the door.He was much as I had pictured him: in his sixties, of medium height, with wiry gray hair and eyebrows drawn together in a knot.His eyes were small and pale, his lashes nearly white.Narrow shoulders, thick waist, suspenders, flannel shirt.He carried a Bible in his left hand, his index finger closed between the covers, keeping his place.Uh-oh, I thought."I'll have to ask your name again," he said as he admitted me."My memory's not what it was."I shook his hand."Kinsey Millhone," I said."Nice to meet you, Mr.Nickerson.I hope I didn't interrupt anything.""Not at all.We're preparing for our Bible class.We usually get together on Wednesday nights, but our pastor has been down with the flu this week, so themeeting was postponed.This is my sister, Essie Daggett.John's wife," he said, indicating the woman seated on the couch."You can call me Eugene if you like," he added.I smiled briefly in assent and then concentrated on her."Hello.How are you? I appreciate your letting me stop by like this." I moved over and offered my hand.She allowed a few fingers to rest in mine briefly.It was like shaking hands with a Playtex rubber glove.She was broad-faced and colorless, with graying hair in an unbecoming cut and glasses with thick lenses and heavy plastic frames.She had a wen on the right side of her nose about the size of a kernel of popcorn.Her lower jaw jutted forward aggressively, with protrusive cuspids on either side.She smelled virulently of lilies of the valley.Eugene indicated that I should have a seat, my choice being the couch where Essie sat, or a Windsor chair with one of the wooden spokes popped out.I opted for the chair, sitting forward slightly so as not to pop anything else.Eugene seated himself in a wicker rocker that creaked under his weight.He took up the narrow purple ribbon hanging out of the Bible and marked his place, then set the book on the table in front of him.Essie had said nothing, her gaze fixed on her lap."May I get you a glass of water?" he asked."We don't hold with caffeinated beverages, but I'd be happy to pour you some 7-Up, if you like.""I'm fine, thanks," I said.I was seriously alarmed.Being with devout Christians is like being with the very rich.One senses that there are rules at work, some strange etiquette that one might inadvertently breech.I tried to hold bland and harmless thoughts, hoping I wouldn't blurt out any four-letter words.How could John Daggett be related to these two?Eugene cleared his throat."I was explaining to Essie this confusion we're having over John Daggett's whereabouts.Our understanding is that John is still incarcerated, but now you seem to have a different point of view.""I'm as baffled as you are," I said.I was thinking fast, wondering how much information I might elicit without giving anything away.As bugged as I was with Daggett, I still didn't feel I should be indiscreet.Not only was there the issue of his being out on parole- there was Lovella.I didn't want to be the one to spill the beans about this new bride of his to a woman he was apparently still married to."Do you happen to have a picture of him?" I asked."I suppose it's possible the man I talked to was simply claiming to be your brother-in-law.""I don't know," Eugene said, dubiously."It surely sounded like him from what you described."Essie reached over and picked up a color studio photograph in an ornate silver frame."This was taken on our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary," she said.Her voice had a nasal cast and a grudging undertone [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]