" Thank you, Odd. Help yourself," Rose said. She handed him a plate of pork cutlets. "Harald insists on pork and gravy for Sunday dinner. I could make it in my sleep after all these years." She turned to Rebekah, smiled. "A good Sunday dinner is about all it takes to please a man, that's my free advice to you, young lady." Here was a woman so cheerful and good-natured that Rebekah indeed felt like a young lady.
"Odd could eat bread and butter for Sunday dinner and not care a whit," Rebekah said.
The mere sound of her voice buoyed Odd. He took her hand on the table and smiled.
Rose leaned toward Rebekah and said, "He leads you to believe that because he wishes to make your life easy." She winked. "Don't believe him, make him meat and gravy."
" Bread and butter's fine, but this here's a right feast," Odd said. "I thank you kindly, Missus Sargent."
"Harald, pass Odd the creamed corn and hominy bread. Here's a young man who knows how to please his hostess."
After the pleasantries at the start of the meal the table settled into a formal silence interrupted only by polite requests for second helpings. By the time they finished with supper, dusk had settled with still more snow. Harald requested coffee to go with the pudding, and Rebekah joined Rose in the kitchen to help prepare it.
In the dining room Sargent took out his pipe and packed it. He poured each of them another glass of apple wine. Odd could see the bare branches of the apple trees through the dinning room windows.
"Rebekah was to see Doctor Crumb?"
"She was."
"He's the finest physician in all of Duluth. Educated at the University of Chicago."
"Seemed a fine fellow."
"He was a help?"
"Rebekah's right private about that business."
Sargent nodded. "Do you mind if I ask you a question, Odd?"
"Shoot."
"How old are you?"
Odd had to think about it. " Guess I'm twenty-four years old."
"I had you pegged for older than that." He paused. "Mind if I ask how old Rebekah is?"
Odd smirked. "Old enough to know better than to get stuck with me."
Sargent smiled. "I apologize if I seem impertinent. I was just curious."
"I can't even begin to imagine what impertinent means, but your curiosity is no harm to me."
Sargent took a deep breath. They each took a drink from their wineglass. "You've been studying the Bible?"
"I've read some."
"Is it helping you toward peace?"
Odd stared long on the empty apple-tree branches.
"Thoughtful," Sargent said.
"There's plenty of good stories in that book. But I find my peace on the boatwright floor. Out on the lake hauling nets." Odd turned back to the window. "In the expectation of my child."
"Then your heart is full of love. If it is full of love, it is full of peace."
"All I'm full of right now is apple wine and pork chops. That's enough for me."
Sargent let a knowing smile play across his face.
Rose served the coffee and pudding and when dessert was finished they adjourned to the sitting room. Odd could tell from the bleary sheen of her eyes that Rebekah was tipsy. She'd had two full glasses of apple wine. Once that look would have set his heart to thumping, but now it filled him with dread. She'd behaved so far, but he knew how careless she'd become lately, knew she felt there was nothing left to lose. He knew also that there was nothing she loathed so much as pious folks.
"I hope that meal pleased you, Rebekah," Rose said.
"You are a wonderful cook. A wonderful hostess."
Sargent said, "Mother takes it to heart if her dinner guests don't leave with a bellyache."
Rose put her hand on Sargent's arm. "Rebekah's belly is home to a child of God, there's no ache in the world capable of upsetting her."
Rebekah flashed a false smile. "No ache in the world," she sang.
"Rebekah," Odd said.
Rebekah turned to Sargent's wife. "My belly aches all the time. I feel awful."
Odd leaned forward.
Rebekah continued, "My back aches. I can't sleep. I—"
"You bear those things so your child needn't," Rose interrupted. "Put those cares from your mind."
"Put them from my mind," Rebekah repeated. She sat back in the overstuffed chair, wrapped her hands around her abdomen.
"Besides the love of God, the love of a child is life's greatest reward, Rebekah," Sargent said.
Odd buried his face in his hands.
Rebekah looked up at Sargent. "There's no reward in this life," she said. She turned slowly to Rose. "I ought to envy you. I know that. But it's pity I feel."