Boone?”
She averted her gaze to the window. “Can’t we talk about something else?”
He was disconcerted by her remark, but he pulled himself together quickly. “Sure! I just heard that the Chinese are launching another probe toward the moon.”
She gave him a wry look.
“You don’t like astronautics,” he murmured. “Okay. Politics?”
She groaned out loud. “I’m so sick of presidential candidates that I’m thinking of moving to someplace where nobody runs for public office.”
“The Amazon jungle comes to mind.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If I went far enough in, I might escape television and the Internet.”
“I can see the headlines now,” he said with mock horror. “Local vet technician eaten by jaguar in darkest jungles of South America!”
“No self-respecting jaguar would want to eat a human being,” she retorted. “Especially one who eats anchovies on pizza.”
“I didn’t know you liked anchovies.”
She sighed. “I don’t. But when I was little, I discovered that if I ordered them, my dad would let me have more than two slices of pizza.”
He laughed. “Your father must have been a card.”
“He was.” She smiled reminiscently. “Animals loved him. I’ve seen him feed tigers right out of his hand without ever being bitten. Even snakes liked him.”
“That animal park must have been something else.”
“It was wonderful,” she replied. “We all loved it. But there was a tragic accident, and Dad lost everything.”
“Somebody got eaten?”
“Almost,” she replied, unwilling to say more. “There was a lawsuit.”
“And he lost,” he guessed.
She didn’t correct him. “It destroyed him.”
He frowned. “Did he commit suicide?”
She hesitated. This was Clark. He was her friend. She knew that he’d never tell Boone or even Winnie without asking her first. “He’s not dead,” she said quietly. “I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. He developed a…a drinking problem.” She couldn’t tell him the whole truth. She glanced at him worriedly. “You won’t tell anybody?”
“Of course not.”
She studied her purse in her lap, turning it restlessly in her hands. “He left me with Mother and took off. That was six years ago, and I haven’t heard a word from him. For all I know, he could be dead.”
“You loved him.”
She nodded. “Very much.” She moved restlessly.
“What is it?”
She felt the pain of her mother’s words go right through her. “My mother said that she never wanted me. I ruined her figure,” she added with a hollow laugh.
“Good God! And I thought our mother was bad!” He stopped at a traffic light heading into Jacobsville and looked toward her. “Isn’t it a hell of a shame that we can’t choose our parents?”
“Yes, it is,” she agreed. “I was just sick when she said it. I should have guessed. She didn’t like me when I left, and she liked me even less when Dad dumped me on her, and now I think she hates me. I’ve tried to please her, keeping house and cooking and cleaning, but she doesn’t appreciate it. She grudges me the very food I eat.” She turned toward him. “I’ve got to get out of that house,” she said desperately. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Mrs. Brown runs a very respectable boardinghouse,” he began.
She grimaced. “Yes, and charges a respectable price for rooms. I can’t afford it on my salary.”
“Hit Bentley up for a raise,” he suggested.
“Oh, right, I’ll do that first thing tomorrow,” she drawled.
“You’re scared of Bentley. You’re scared of Boone.” He pulled out into traffic. “You’re even scared of your mother. You have to step up and claim your own life, Keely.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t go through life being afraid of people. Especially people like my brother and Bentley Rydel. Do you know why they’re scary?” he persisted. “It’s because it’s hard work to talk to them. They’re both basically introverts who find it difficult to relate to other people. Consequently they’re quiet and somber and they don’t go out of their way to join in activities. They’re loners.”
She sighed. “I’m a loner, too, in my own way. But I don’t stand on the sidelines and glare at people all the time—or, worse, pretend they’re not there.”
“Is that Boone’s latest tactic?” he mused, chuckling. “He ignores you, does he?”
“He did until I argued about Bailey’s condition.”
“Thank God you did,” he said fervently. “Bailey belongs to Boone, but we all love the old fellow. I’ll never understand why Boone didn’t realize what had happened to him. He’s a cattleman—he’s seen bloat before.”
“His girlfriend convinced him that I was trying to get attention, using Bailey to lure Boone to my place of work.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” he burst out. “Boone’s not that stupid!”
“Well, apparently my mother’s been telling him that I have a crush on him, and now he thinks everything I do or say is an attempt to worm my way into his life,” she said bitterly.
“Ella told him that?” he exclaimed.
“Yes. And she told him that I’m sleeping with Bentley.”
“Does Bentley know that you’re sleeping with him?” he asked innocently.
She laughed. “I don’t know. I’ll ask him.”
He burst out laughing, too. “That’s more like it, kid,” he said. “You have to learn to roll with the punches and not take life so seriously.”
“It feels pretty serious to me lately,” she replied. “I feel like I’ve hit a wall tonight.”
“You should push your mother into one,” he told her. “Or better yet, tell her what a lousy mother she’s been.”
“She doesn’t listen when she’s drunk, and she’s mostly away from home when she’s sober.” She pursed her lips. “I work for veterinarians. I’ve been professionally taught to let sleeping dogs lie.”
