It would make for a long day but Vivian supposed she could manage it. “I think I’d like to go.”
George seemed pleased.
“’Night,” she said.
“’Night,” George echoed. “Listen,” he added, “the next time your husband stops by, you tell him he’s got competition.”
Vivian blushed. “I’ll do that,” she said over her shoulder.
CHAPTER 28
Monday was the Fourth of July. After Susannah had attended the barbecue at Altamira, Carolyn accompanied her to the Roadside Inn five miles outside town. At first Susannah had dismissed her offer, but now as they approached the Inn, she was grateful not to be alone. One look at the seedy, run-down tavern was enough to convince her this was not an establishment she should walk into alone.
In fact, she had no desire to enter the Roadside Inn at all, under any circumstances. Had she been in any other mood, Susannah would have put this off, but she hoped to speak with Sharon, mother to mother, about Troy and Chrissie. And if Sharon had Jake’s phone number, she wanted it.
When she picked Carolyn up, her friend was in a cheerful frame of mind—and it didn’t take Susannah long to discover why. Dave! He’d come to see her on Saturday night. Carolyn hadn’t described the visit in detail, but it seemed to have gone well.
“Would you stop,” Carolyn muttered when Susannah reached the end of the driveway.
“Stop what?”
“Looking at me like you’re ready to break into giggles at any moment.”
“I can’t help it,” Susannah confessed. “You just seem so happy.”
“You’re such a romantic.”
No question there. “So are you.”
“I know…I wish Dave wasn’t so concerned about appearances.” She made a wry face. “I mean, I worried about it at first but I couldn’t care less now.”
“He doesn’t want to embarrass you.”
Carolyn shrugged. “He never stays anyplace long,” she explained. “I told him I accept that. When he’s ready to leave he should just go. I certainly can’t stop him.”
“What about the possibility of him being an ex-con? That doesn’t bother you anymore?” Susannah felt she had to ask.
“I’ve been around men my entire life and I consider myself a decent judge of character,” Carolyn said. “Dave’s a good man. If he’s ever been in jail it would surprise me…. Besides, I did a search in all the states he’s mentioned and couldn’t find any record of him in the justice system.”
“You can do that?”
Carolyn smiled, nodding.
“You enjoy his company, don’t you?” Susannah asked.
“We had a wonderful time. Dave barbecued steaks, and we sat and talked for hours. I’ve never felt this comfortable with any man. He’s warm and funny and has this dry sense of humor that cracks me up. He’s a completely different person when he’s not on the job.”
Susannah wondered if Carolyn understood the risk she was taking. And she wondered if she herself fully recognized everything she was risking in her quest to find Jake.
They were absorbed in their own thoughts as she drove the rest of the way to the Roadside Inn.
“There’s a rough crowd here,” Carolyn said once Susannah had pulled into an empty parking space.
The lot was full of trucking rigs and broken-down vehicles. One pickup actually had the passenger door missing. Loud music blared from inside, and a few disreputable types clustered near the entrance. Paying them no heed, Susannah marched resolutely toward the tavern, Carolyn at her side.
They stepped into the room and onto the sawdust-covered floor. Cigarette smoke hung in the air like a dense fog. It seemed that every pair of eyes was staring at the two of them. The one good thing about the wailing jukebox was that they couldn’t really hear the catcalls and jeering remarks aimed in their direction. Ignoring her discomfort, Susannah strode over to the bar tended by Sharon Nance. Two men scooted down to make room and Susannah thanked them with a curt nod.
“Well, as I live and breathe, it’s the Bobbsey twins,” Sharon taunted as she strolled toward them from the other end of the bar.
“Hello, Sharon.”
The other woman’s heavily bleached hair was pulled tightly away from her face, leaving little to soften her sharp features. She planted both hands on the edge of the bar. “What can I do for you?”
“How do you know I didn’t come in for a beer?” Susannah asked calmly. She chose to disregard the other woman’s hostility.
Sharon snorted as if to say she wasn’t that easily fooled. “You aren’t the type. Frankly, I doubt you’re here to have a good time, either, although any one of these guys would be more than happy to accommodate you.”
Susannah had hoped for something a little friendlier. She tasted disappointment in the stagnant and smoke-filled air.
“What’s the matter?” Sharon said, glowering at Carolyn. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Hello, Sharon,” Carolyn said in the same cordial tone Susannah had used.
“How’s Daddy’s little girl doing at the mill these days?”
Several heads turned in their direction. A couple of the truckers picked up their beer mugs and left their stools at the bar, moving into the shadows.
Susannah didn’t know what that was about. Were they protecting Sharon—or remaining uninvolved? She couldn’t tell, but hoped it was the latter. This was uncomfortable enough without any further complications.
“I don’t suppose you’ve met my daughter?” Susannah asked conversationally. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her. “As I told you, she’s spending a lot of time with your son.”
Sharon’s responding laugh was devoid of any real amusement. “What makes you think I’d want to meet your little girl? She ain’t here, that’s for damn sure, and if she was, it’d be of her own free will, now wouldn’t it?”