looked at the bills again, mentally aligned them in order of priority. Going off-line, she sat back and stared at the monitor until the screensaver appeared.
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, it advised.
Indeed.
She was still in the chair when Father Tim Regan walked in, wearing a windbreaker and carrying a brand-new Bible.
âI said hello!â he said.
Etta straightened with a start. She reached forward to turn the computer screen off, got to her feet. She wasnât thrilled to see the priest; his visits were growing more frequent. Etta had Mabel Anton to thank for that.
âHi, Tim,â she said. âI guess I was out of it.â
âI guess you were.â
âI need a coffee,â she told him.
In the kitchen Etta took the bowl of sodden cereal from the table and dumped it in the garbage. She made a pot of coffee while Regan sat at the old pedestal table and watched her. The Bible was on the table. Once, turning to the fridge, she thought he was looking at her ass, but she couldnât be sure. Tim Regan was handsome, a boyish forty-one, and a charming man. There were people who thought that he was gay, but that was probably a preconceived stereotype more than anything. Sheâd never felt that he had any interest in sex at all. Heâd never flirted with her.
When the coffee was ready she carried the pot to the table and brought out cups and cream.
âWhat are you doing in this neck of the woods?â she asked as she sat down.
Regan poured cream into his cup. âJust passing by. I thought Iâd stop and see how things were going.â
âFine as frogâs hair, as the old folks say.â
âI just saw Homer. Howâs he doing?â
âDepends on what day it is. Did he speak to you?â
âHe swore at me for parking on the lawn.â
âWell, heâs pretty much back to normal.â She smiled at him, and they drank their coffee.
âSo whatâre you really doing here?â she asked.
He shrugged. âI worry about him. And you, too. Especially when I see you sitting, staring at a blank computer screen. How are you making it?â
âI work three nights a week at the hospital in town. Nurseâs aide, twelve-hour shifts. Mabel didnât tell you this?â
Regan smiled. âShe told me. And that she comes in and looks after Homer.â
âMust have been tough getting all that out of her.â
âShe has a good heart, Etta.â
âSheâs a busybody, is what she is. Sheâs decided to save my soul, and apparently sheâs signed you up to help.â
âShe cares about you. She thinks youâre falling behind. Did your father pay the taxes?â
âYouâre as nosy as Mabel, padre. The taxes will be fully paid, thank you very much.â
âThen youâll borrow the money to pay them.â Regan hesitated, then pushed the new Bible toward her. âI brought you this. Thought I might see you and Homer at church.â
âThat what you thought?â she asked, smiling. She picked up the Bible. âAnd you think Iâm in need of this?â
He shrugged. âBetter to have it and not need it than the other way around.â
She let go of the smile and looked away from him. Out the window, she could see Homer in the yard, making his way back to the house. He seemed unsteady on his feet.
âSometimes he mistakes me for my mother,â she said. âAnd when he does, he thinks heâs entitled to his conjugal rights.â
âOh.â
âLuckily, heâs not that strong anymore. Or it could be a problem.â
âBut eventually he will be a problem. He canât be any help to you around here.â
âNot a lot,â she admitted. She looked at him. âSonny Stantonâs been bugging Dad to sell him the farm. Seems Sonnyâs bent on becoming a gentleman farmer. Although I doubt either word applies with him.â
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