Sanctuary(153)

"That's not a lot of help."

"That wasn't much of a question. You're getting peelings all over the floor."

"So, I'll sweep them up." she wanted to sweep the words up with them, under the first handy rug. But she would always know they were there. "Do you think a man, a perfectly normal man, with a family, a job, a house in the suburbs, a man who plays catch with his son on a Sunday afternoon and brings his wife roses on a Wednesday evening, could have another side? A cold, dark side that no one sees, a side that's

capable of doing something unspeakable, then folding back into itself so he can root at the Little League game on Saturday and take the family out for ice cream sodas afterward?"

Brian got the colander out for the shrimp and set it in the sink.

"You're full of odd questions this evening, Jo Ellen. You writing a book or something?"

"Can't you just tell me what you think? Can't you just have an opinion on a subject and say what it is?"

"All right." Baffled, he tipped the lid to the pot to give the shrimp a quick stir. "If you want to be philosophical, the Jekyll and Hyde theme has always fascinated people. Good and evil existing side by side in the same personality. There's none of us without shadows."

"I'm not talking about shadows. About a man who gives in to temptation and cheats on his wife one afternoon at the local motel, or who skims the till at work. I'm talking about real evil, the kind that doesn't carry a breath of guilt or conscience with it. Yet it doesn't show, not even to the people closest to it."

"Seems to me the easiest evil to hide is one with no conscience tagged to it. If you don't feel remorse or responsibility, there's no mirror reflecting back."

"No mirror reflecting back," she repeated. "It would be like black glass, wouldn't it? Opaque."

"Do you have any other cheerful remarks or suppositions to discuss?"

"How's this? Can the apple fall far from the tree?"

With a half laugh, Brian hefted the pot and poured shrimp and steaming water into the colander. "I'd say that depended entirely on the apple. A firm, healthy one might take a few good bounces and roll. You had one going rotten, it'd just plop straight down at the trunk."

He turned, mopping his brow again and reaching for his beer when he caught her eye. "What?" he demanded as she stared at him, her eyes dark and wide, her face pale.

"That's exactly right," she said quietly. "That's so exactly right."

"I'm hell on parables."

"I'm going to hold you to that one, Brian." she turned back to her grating. "After dinner, we need to talk. All of us. I'll tell the others. We'll use the family parlor."

"All of us, in one place? Who do you want to punish?"

"It's important, Brian. It's important to all of us."

"I don't see why I have to Twiddle my thumbs around here w I've got a date." Looking at her image in the mirror behind the' Lexy fussed with her hair. "It's nearly eleven o'clock already. Gaff' able to just give up waiting and go to bed."

"Jo said it was important," Kate reminded her. she fought make her knitting needles click rhythmically rather than bash to she'd been working on the same afghan for ten years and was a nd determined to conquer it before another decade passed.

"Then where is she?" Lexy demanded, whirling around.

see anybody here but you and me. Brian's probably snuck off to I Daddy's holed up with his shortwave tracking that damned cane-and it isn't even coming around here."

"They'll be along. Why don't you fix us all a nice glass of wine, honey?" It was one of Kate's little dreams, having her family all gathered together, cooling off after a hot day, sharing the events of it.

"Seems like I'm always waiting on somebody. I swear, the last thing I'll do to keep the wolf away from the door when I go back to New York is wait tables."

Sam ducked his head and stepped in. He glanced at Kate with amusement. That blanket never seemed to grow by much, he thought, but somehow or other it got uglier every time she dragged it out. "You know what the girl's got on her mind?"

"No, I don't," Kate said placidly. "But sit down. Lexy's getting us some wine."

"Sooner have a beer, if it's all the same."

"Well, place your orders," Lexy said testily. "I live to serve."

"I can fetch my own."

"Oh, sit down." she waved a hand at him. "I'll get it."

Feeling chastised, he lowered himself to the couch beside Kate, drummed his fingers on his knee. He looked up when Lexy held out a brimming pilsner. "Guess you want a tip now." When she arched a brow, he nodded soberly. "Recycle, The world is your backyard."