“Just because you don’t want to see the show,” he said to Slim’s back, “have you gotta ruin it for the rest of us?”
“Leave her alone,” I said.
We cut across Lee’s front lawn. After two miles of walking mostly on pavement, the soft, dry grass felt good under my bare feet. When we reached the porch, I took over the lead and trotted up the wooden stairs. The screen door was shut, but I could see through it. The main door was open. Instead of ringing the doorbell or knocking, I called out. “Lee? It’s Dwight. Are you here?”
“Come on in.” Her voice sounded as if it came from somewhere deep in the house.
I opened the screen door and we all stepped into the foyer. The stone floor felt cool but hard.
The living room was just to our left. Lee’s voice hadn’t come from over there, but I looked for her anyway. She didn’t seem to be there. At least I couldn’t see her.
Though all the curtains were open, the afternoon was so gloomy that not much light made it through the windows. The room looked the way it might look at dusk if nobody’d turned on any lamps.
“I’ll be right in,” Lee called.
“Okay.” I realized she might assume I was alone. Just to play it safe, I let her know, “Slim and Rusty are here, too.”
“Good deal.”
“Hi, Mrs. Thompson!” Slim called.
“Hi, Slim.”
“Hello again,” Rusty called.
“Hello, Rusty.” After a small pause, Lee added, “Sit down and make yourselves comfortable. I’ll be in in a minute.”
Rusty suddenly announced, “If this isn’t a good time for you, we can leave.”
“No, it’s fine. Don’t go away. I’m almost done.”
“Nice try,” Slim whispered.
Rusty grinned, then walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.
Slim glanced at the bottoms of her shoes—my shoes—then entered the living room.
“Take a load off,” Rusty told her.
She looked around at the furniture, then shook her head. “Think I’ll stand. I’m a mess.”
I checked the bottoms of my feet. They felt sore from the hike. They were dirty and even had a couple of dark smudges that made me suspect I’d stepped in a couple of oil drips. I didn’t see any blood or cuts, though, so I took the socks out of my pocket and put them on. Then I walked into the living room. The carpet felt good and soft.
I wanted to sit down, but it didn’t seem right to leave Slim standing by herself.
After a couple of minutes, Lee came in. “Sorry about that,” she said. “I was mopping the kitchen floor.”
She looked as if she’d been mopping a floor: some hair drooped across her forehead, her skin gleamed with sweat, the sleeves of her big blue shirt were rolled halfway up her forearms and her feet were bare. The front of the shirt was tied together just below her breasts. She wore small, white shorts. Like her shirt, the shorts looked like what she’d had on when she drove me to Janks Field.
To Slim, she said, “I understand you had some dog trouble this morning.”
“Just a bit. Thanks for going out to rescue me.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Rusty added.
“Sorry we missed you,” Lee said. Concern coming into her eyes, she said to Slim, “I thought you went home afterward.”
Slim looked puzzled.
“You aren’t cleaned up and it looks like you’re wearing someone else’s shirt and sneakers.”
“I haven’t been home,” Slim said.
Lee gave Rusty a glance.
He seemed to blush, cringe and shrug all at the same time.
“It turns out Slim stayed behind,” I explained. “At Janks Field. Rusty left, but she stayed for a while. Rusty told us a little fib when he said they’d left together. We went back and found her.”
“Where were you?” Lee asked her.
“I ran off and hid in the woods,” Slim said. “I guess that’s how I missed you.”
“That was a long time ago.”
Slim shrugged. “I just stayed hidden. I didn’t want to walk all the way home because I’d lost my shirt and shoes. Besides, Dwight was supposed to show up.” She smiled at me. “And he did.”
“We both did,” Rusty pointed out.
To Lee, I said, “We figured maybe we could borrow some bandages from you.”
She turned to Slim. “All right if I take a look?”
“Sure.” Slim unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, then turned around.