royal couch. He stumbled toward the front of the shop, blinking his eyes against the bright sunshine flooding in through the window and combing his fingers through his matted hair. Glancing at a clock on the wallâan antique Victorian clock diminished in value by its cracked glass coverâhe declared, âItâs getting on for six thirty and youâre still here.â
âThatâs right, Lyle, weâre still here,â replied Jane in a dull voice.
âThen youâve missed your bus by my guess, and should have plenty of time to put on a pot of coffee.â
âThereâs no coffee, Lyle,â said Jane, still without any show of exasperation. âThere was none at the market. We are apparently in the middle of a coffee shortage.â
âTea, then.â
Ruth eyed her friend, wondering how she would respond.
âIâm rather engaged, Lyle. Be a love and make tea for all three of us if you would.â
The novelty of this idea struck Janeâs brother as something quite intriguing. âI could certainly do that. But youâll have to direct me to the proper cupboard.â
âShall I tell you first where youâll find the kitchen?â
âHow can you be such a bloody lark so early in the morning?â he grumbled.
Ruth and Jane waited until he had left the room to collapse into hysterics.
Chapter Five
Bellevenue, Mississippi, February 1997
(from Five Came Running, by Mark Dunn)
Ruth heard a knock at the trailer door. She had been watching Katie Couric talking to a woman Ruth didnât recognize. There was no sound coming out of the television because the volume knob had fallen off when she hit the set with the closet door. It was an old Sylvania portable black-and-white the Mobrys had given her when she moved into the trailer.
Ruth had been living with the now-retired minister and his younger sister since she was fourteen. Before this, sheâd been housed in two different orphanages and then parked with six different foster families. The Mobrys, Ruthâs very last foster guardians (they couldnât be called foster parents because they werenât husband and wife), had been very kind to her, as had the congregation of the small non-denominational church the Reverend had shepherded. The Church of the Generous Spirit was unique among the Protestant churches of northern Mississippi. Not only had it been racially integrated from its inceptionâthis in a part of the country in which integration, while the law of the land, wasnât always the law of the heartâthe church had an unusual take on Christ himself. For Reverend Mobryâs flock, Jesus was an unabashed, unapologetic liberal. Kind of like Hubert Humphrey, if Humphrey had been the son of God.
It was a small congregation, but a well-knit one, and in it Ruth had found the loving extended family sheâd always wanted. She knew nothing of her blood familyâonly that her mother, a migrant worker thought to be from Appalachian Kentucky, had died in an automobile accident. The near-term baby sheâd been carrying at the time was pulled from her corpse and saved, but circumstancesâRuthâs mother had no traceable relativesârequired that Ruth make her entrance into the world as a ward of the state.
Ruth had now reached the age at which she was no longer a ward of the state.
And she was no longer the responsibility of the Mobrys. And though she was very fond of the brother and sister who had taken such good care of her for the last seven years, Ruth was ready to spread her wings. Sheâd been the first of We Five to notice the ad placed in the local paper by Lucky Aces Casino, which was about to open up in Tunica County, right on the Mississippi River. (The Mississippi state legislature was very specific in crafting the 1990 law that permitted gambling in the state: its casinos had to be docked either along the Mississippi River or on the Gulf of Mexico.)