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Casey found Ginny asleep in the garage. She gently woke her up and guided her back to the house.
“You should go lock up,” Casey told Carter, nodding in the direction of the garage. She turned to Ginny. “We saved you a plate.”
“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” Ginny’s voice was weary as she padded across the kitchen and made her way to her room. “I’m going to try to get some sleep.”
But ten minutes later, Ginny came out of the bedroom with her nightshirt on. She found her friends in the kitchen at the stove, talking quietly.
“I want to go to sleep, but I think my little nap just gave me some unwanted energy.” Ginny gave a half-smile and her friends turned to embrace her.
“I thought that might happen,” Carter answered soothingly. “That’s why I’m making some herbal tea. It should relax you.”
“I hope so. I can’t stand the possibility of being up all night alone with my thoughts.”
Carter and Casey exchanged a knowing glance. “Wait for me in the den,” Carter said. “I’ll bring it in.”
Casey and Ginny went into the den and settled themselves into their favorite spots. Carter showed up a minute later with a tray holding three mugs. Steam rose from each one. They sipped their tea in comfortable silence. Finally, Ginny let out a loud yawn.
“Gee, guess I’m more tired than I thought.” She looked at her friends’ expressions and a memory shook her from twenty-five years ago. A memory just like this. Except this time, she was grateful. This time, an adrenaline high didn’t kick in.
She looked at Carter and then at Casey, her words slurring. “You drugged me. I think I should say thank you.”
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Ginny was dreaming. She was in Grizz’s arms. He was holding her. She had her back to him and one of his heavy arms was draped around her waist.
But something was wrong. It was Grizz’s arm, but it wasn’t Grizz. A familiar scent invaded her senses, brought her out of her deep sleep. Tommy? Why did Grizz smell like Tommy?
She opened her eyes and needed a minute to get her bearings. Carter’s guest room. She was in one of Carter’s guest rooms. It was the room she had set up to be a nursery for Mimi.
She looked down at the arm wrapped around her. She could see the tattoo clearly. The dangling ribbons that said “Mimi” and “Jason”. She knew they were connected to an eagle holding up a heart between its wings. A heart with her name in it.
Tommy. Tommy was in bed with her and holding her.
She turned slightly and saw he was awake. Before she could ask, he murmured, “It wasn’t my idea. It was Carter and Casey.”
She turned now to face him, filled with unspoken questions.
“They called me last night and told me what they did,” Tommy explained quietly. “They knew your power nap in the garage would keep you up all night. You were asleep on the couch when I got here. They went to our house to watch Jason and Mimi. I’m sure the kids will be thrilled to have them there and won’t even ask about us. I carried you in from the couch.”
She didn’t know what to say. She just stared at him, a small smile playing on her lips. He breathed a sigh of relief.
But then her smile faded as she remembered the reason she was at Carter’s in the first place.
Her lips pressed together in a thin line. “Coffee,” was all she said.
Tommy nodded in agreement. “Uh, they told me you would know what to do with the animals.”
“Yeah, I know what to do. I can’t believe Victor didn’t wake us up at sunrise.”
“You mean the rooster?”
“Yeah, he crows like clockwork.” She started to get up in a panic. “Oh no, what if something is wrong with him!”
“Don’t worry, Ginny. He’s okay. He crowed this morning. You just slept through it.”
“And you’ve been awake ever since?”
He didn’t answer her. “Your eyes.” He peered at her in concern. “What’s wrong with your eyes?”
She felt her face, knew they were puffy and raw. “I guess it’s from all the crying.”
He nodded in understanding. “How about I start the coffee, you get a shower, and then we’ll take care of Carter’s zoo. Together.”
“Okay.” She didn’t say anything else, but he knew what she was thinking.
“When everybody is settled and happy and fed, we’ll talk.”
“Yes, we’ll talk. I think you have a lot to tell me.”
“Yeah, Ginny.” His face was serious, sad. “I have a lot to tell you.”
He’d wanted to have this conversation in their home, but he wouldn’t be able to. This was better than nothing.
A few hours later, chores done, Tommy and Ginny were sitting on the back porch, curled into Adirondack chairs. Ginny was sipping a cold iced tea and Tommy was drinking a big glass of water.
“Where do I even start?” he asked, looking over at his wife. She was wearing denim shorts, a tank top, and cowboy boots. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head. They had chatted some while they worked together getting the animals fed and exercised. They cleaned out the horses’ stalls and used the scooper to clean up where the dogs were allowed to roam in the yard. Tommy hosed down the dog kennels while Ginny administered medicines and vitamins to the different animals. Carter had more dogs than any other animals she fostered and had been very involved in helping to spearhead a prison program, where she and her colleagues went into the penitentiaries and taught some of the most undesirable convicts how to train abused and abandoned canines to be used as service dogs. It was an excellent program where man and beast alike were given a second chance at life through rehabilitation. Ginny and Tommy spent almost a full two hours caring for and playing with the dogs. Carter’s animal sanctuary required a lot of work. It was hard work, but physically and mentally fulfilling.
Ginny wrapped her arms around her knees. “It wasn’t Blue who killed your sister and her husband that night when you were a kid, was it?”
“Before I start, Ginny, you need to know I had a good talk with Grizz before his execution. I was going to tell you everything. When Leslie hinted there was something I wasn’t telling you, it made it look like I was being forced to come clean. Ginny, I was going to do that anyway. I hope you believe that.” His expression was sincere. She wanted to believe him.
But something held her back. Ginny realized she wasn’t sure if she knew the real Tommy at all. If she’d ever known the real Tommy. She tried to think back over their fifteen-year marriage, but her mind was cluttered and she certainly wasn’t going to give too much credence to a facial expression that she’d seen countless times before.
“Please just answer my question,” she said quietly. “It wasn’t Blue, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t Blue.”
Then he told her everything: the night Grizz came for him. Moving to the motel. Meeting the gang. His early life there.
“So Moe’s gang name was Misty?” she interrupted. “I never once thought about where the nickname Moe came from.”
“Yeah, she used to be Misty.” He continued with his story.
When he got to the part about Curtis Armstrong, she sat straight up in her chair. “You were there? You saw me dump my lemonade on him?”
Yes, he was there. He was there for a lot of it. There when Mavis approached Grizz about getting some bras. There on the school field trip.
“Mavis?” she interrupted. “You knew Mavis?”
“Yes, Ginny. I knew Mavis. She worked for Grizz. She kept an eye out for you and let Grizz know if you needed anything. You must remember when the food showed up on your doorstep. Or the bicycle you probably thought the neighbors left for you? That was all because of Mavis.”
“I haven’t thought about Mavis in years,” she told Tommy, her face softening. “I stopped running into her after I started going to middle school. I wonder what ever happened to her?”
“She died peacefully in her sleep. She didn’t show up at The Red Crab for work one day. Mavis was the most punctual and reliable human being on the planet. Some of the regulars were really fond of her. One of the girls, I think it may even have been Chicky, went to her house after not getting an answer on the phone. She found her in her bed.”
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears. “She was so nice to me.” A laugh escaped suddenly. “She really hated that Curtis Armstrong, though. She never allowed herself to stoop to his level, but she defended all the kids he bullied back then. Not just me.”
“She used to say the same thing about you and all your causes. That you were the champion of the little guy.” Tommy smiled at her. Then he added, “It’s her chess set, by the way. The one I taught you to play on. The one that sits in our bedroom. That chess set belonged to Mavis and her husband. She’s the one who suggested I learn to play.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks. She didn’t know why, but she was moved by the fact that she’d had a secret guardian angel all those years ago. Mavis. Impatiently, she brushed the tears away. She didn’t want to start crying again. She wanted, needed, to be strong. She took a gulp of air and changed the subject.
“I knew Chicky was in love with Grizz, you know.” Ginny felt a rush of sadness for the woman. “She told me that the day she came to spend with me at the beach over on the west coast. I never knew how she’d come into contact with Grizz, though. She told me she’d finally set her sights on Fess. I guess she never made any headway there. Of course, I’m sure Sarah Jo would’ve mentioned it if she had.”
Sarah Jo never really talked about her father. Fess had retired to Maine years ago.
“Maybe that’s why she ended up in South Carolina,” Ginny pondered.
“Yeah. I can imagine her running her own bar in South Carolina. Chicky really was an okay lady.”
Despite the heat, Ginny shivered a moment. “Grizz told me the day he married me about the first time he saw me. Told me how he’d had me watched. I never asked him any details. I doubt he would’ve answered them anyway. I just assumed Grizz sent someone to occasionally check up on me. Maybe that neighbor, Guido. I never realized he actually planted someone in my life. I never grasped how much he’d actually done for me during those years. I wish I knew some of this before. I can honestly say I would’ve liked to have thanked him.”
She had been staring out over Carter’s expansive yard as she said this. She looked over at Tommy. “I also never realized you had been there, too. That you saw me. How could I have never noticed?”
He smiled at her and she could see the love in his eyes. “You were the busiest girl I ever saw,” he remembered. “You were always up to something. Involved in everything. Selling lemonade. Rescuing land crabs. Organizing protests. Selling those little potholders you made to try to raise money for some kind of charity you were involved in. When would you have even had the time to notice if you were being watched? Most of the time you were too busy taking care of your house. Your parents really took advantage of you, Gin.”
He looked away then. “I heard what you told Leslie in the interview. You painted your mother as a barefoot, happy-go-lucky hippie who loved life and had a carefree and easy nature.” He shook his head. “The truth is, you wore rose-colored glasses or your memory has conformed to what it wishes your life was with her. She was a conniving, manipulative bitch who treated you like shit. That’s the truth, no matter how you may want to remember it.”
This took Ginny aback, but if she was going to be honest—and she was the one who’d been telling Tommy it was time for the truth—he was right. Vince and Delia. She hadn’t thought about them in years. She hadn’t thought about them at all until a few months ago when Leslie asked her about her childhood.
She let all she’d heard sink in. It hit her then that Tommy could’ve just told her about Grizz being his father, held back on the other things. But he hadn’t. He’d gone further, told her more. So much more. Grizz being Tommy’s father was the only secret Leslie had alluded to. Leslie didn’t know the other things. About Grizz’s real childhood. About Delia knowing where she was all those years. Tommy didn’t have to share those things, but he did.
Maybe he really had planned on telling her some things she didn’t know. Maybe he was telling the truth.
She pursed her lips. So Delia knew where she was. Knew that Grizz took her. And didn’t do a single thing about it. Why would this surprise her?
Actually, it didn’t. It was typical Delia.