Free Cry for the Strangers by John Saul

Miriam Shelling was in this morning claiming that Pete was murdered. Harney’s just doing his job, checking out everything.”
    Relieved, Merle Glind pushed the register across the counter, turning it so that it faced Chip. It wasn’t anything unusual, he told himself. Whenever there were guests at the hotel either Chip or Harn stopped by to check them out. No reason to be nervous, no reason at all. Still, he felt anxious, and peered at Chip as the deputy examined the latest entry in the register.
    “Randall,” Chip read the entry out loud, “Dr. and Mrs. Bradford, from Seattle.” He looked up at Merle. “Vacationing?”
    “I don’t ask questions like that,” Merle said pompously, though Chip knew that he did. Then, lowering his voice: “I did notice they had quite a bit of luggage though, so I suppose they’re on some kind of trip.”
    “Staying long?”
    “A couple of days. He told me this morning.”
    “Says he’s a doctor. I wonder what kind of doctor?”
    “Well, I’m sure I don’t know,” Merle said. “But Isuppose I could find out. Do you think it’s important?” he added eagerly.
    “I doubt it,” Chip gave a short laugh. “But you know Harney. Doesn’t matter if it’s worth knowing or not, Harn wants to know it. Think you could find out a couple of things for me?”
    “I can try, that’s all I can do.”
    “Well, if you can find out what kind of doctor Randall is and why they chose Clark’s Harbor, let us know, okay?” He winked at Glind, pushed the register back across the counter, and left the inn.
    Chip drove slowly through Clark’s Harbor, looking for nothing in particular, since nothing was likely to happen. Eventually he found himself approaching the tiny schoolhouse that had served the town for three generations.
    He pulled the car to a stop and sat watching the children playing in the small yard next to the building. He recognized all of them and knew most of them very well. He, himself, had gone to school with their parents.
    His eyes fell on two children who stood apart from the rest, a little boy and his younger sister. He knew who they were—the newcomers, the Palmer children. And he knew why they were standing apart—they had not yet been accepted by the rest of the children of Clark’s Harbor.
    Chip wondered how long it would take before Robby and Missy Palmer would be part of the crowd. The rest of the year? Part of next year? Longer?
    The children, he knew, were no different from their parents. If anything, they were worse.
    If their parents didn’t like strangers the children would hate them.
    If their parents made remarks about the Palmers, the children would taunt the Palmers’ children.
    There was nothing Chip could do about it. Indeed, Chip didn’t even worry about it. He started the engine and drove away.
    In the schoolyard Robby Palmer watched the police car disappear into the distance and wondered why it had stopped. He knew Missy, too, had been watching, but before he could make any comment, he heard his name being called.
    “Robby! Little baby Robby!” The voice was taunting, hurting. Before Robby even turned around he knew who it was.
    Jimmy Phipps. Jimmy was bigger than Robby, a year older, but Robby and he were in the same grade. Jimmy had made it clear from Robby’s first day at school that he thought the younger boy should be in a lower grade—and that he would make Robby’s life miserable. Now, when Robby turned, he saw Jimmy Phipps standing a few feet away, glowering at him.
    “You want to fight?” Jimmy challenged him.
    Robby shook his head, saying nothing.
    “You’re chicken,” Jimmy said.
    “He is not!” Missy snapped, leaping to her brother’s defense.
    “Don’t say anything, Missy,” Robby told his sister. “Just act like he isn’t there.”
    Jimmy Phipps reddened. “Your daddy’s a queer,” he shouted.
    Robby wasn’t sure what the word meant but felt called upon to deny the charge.
    “My daddy’s an artist!” he