then?
What did she look like?
Like Emory, of courseâthey made an attractive match.
But at the Menger, where weâd been so happy together.
Nonsense.
I pulled up an encroaching vine, felt the little suction cups pop under my hand as I loosened it, inch by inch, from the earth. The vines climbed all over up the trees, along the ground, up the fence nearby. Who did they think they were?
Why, Emory, why?
Nathan stopped by and looked at the vines clutched in my hands. âYou can hardly kill them,â he observed.
âWhat?â I glanced up.
âAt home when I was a kid, we had a big tree right in the center of the front yard. The vines grew up the trunk and all through the branches. Dead of winter, the tree would be bare, but the vines would be thriving still ⦠it looked so odd.â
âNathan, does Emory know the tango?â
He looked perplexed. âI have no idea.â
âI think heâs doing it, with Aegina Barrista. Would you go to the Menger next Friday, and see?â
âElectra, I canât justââ
Then a thought flashed like a beacon. âOf course, you must know where Emory was last Friday afternoon. Think, where?â
He paused. âWhy, at the office of courseââ
âYouâre positive?â
âLet me think.â (An interminable pause as he studied the ground.) âHe did leave early, though, to go by the bank on some busiâElectra, listen, Iâm sure you are wrong about this.â
âOh, Nathan, could you just check next Friday?â
âMe? But why?â
âYou could so easily explain your looking for him if he were there and he saw youâa pressing business matter. And then Iâd know the truth and have some time to ⦠gather ⦠to â¦â
âDonât cry, Electra.â
âPlease, help me.â
âWould that be helping? I mean, I just couldnât risk it, really.â
I looked at him squarely then. Beads of perspiration covered his forehead. His eyes were wide, intense.
âYouâre a coward!â
âNo, you donât understand â¦â He was drawing away and backing toward the house, arms held out, entreatingly. âI canât, you see â¦â
Presently I recovered and turned to look up at the house. He was inside, watching me from the window. Poor frightened fellow, strange shadow of a man. I threw a rock into the water and watched the ripples spread.
8
Nathan and I shared dinner alone that evening.
Every sound of knife grating across meat, spoon stirring in a glass, fork scraping plate was deafening. We soon gave up and faced each other.
âIâm sorry,â I began. âYou see, Iâve tried so hard to please Emory but ⦠today a lady at the coffee saidââ
He looked away.
I ran my tongue across my mouth. âIf there is something going on behind my back, you could tell me and I swear to you I would not let Emory know where the informationââ
âI know of nothing,â he said, staring at a fixed point across the room.
I sighed. âAll right. I donât suppose you could imagine what itâs like toââ
His hard glance shot through my words. âBut I could ⦠I could imagine more than you think.â
âWell then, just tell me, was there ever anything between Emory and Aegina Barrista? My suspicions are based on more than what I overheard today.â
âWhy donât you ask him?â
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
âI just canât, thatâs all,â I said. I could not tell him the true reason was that, since I had forbade Emory to mention my past, I had no right to trespass on his unless I was certain he had failed to leave part of it behind.
As I hesitated, Nathan studied me, then queried earnestly, âYouâre afraid to ask him, arenât you?â
âOf course not ⦠I just ⦠donât want to