Later that evening, as the fog thickened into a soupy mess, Rodney Hopper decided1 that the Lawson Plantation2 looked like it was about to host a Barry Manilow concert.
For the last twenty minutes, he’d been directing the traffic into parking spots and watching in disbelief at the procession excitedly making its way toward the door. To this point, he’d seen Drs. Benson and Tricket, Albert the dentist, all eight members of the town council, including Tully and Jed, the mayor and the staff from the Chamber5 of Commerce, the entire school board, all nine county commissioners6, the volunteers from the Historical Society, three accountants, the entire crew from Herbs, the bartender from Lookilu, the barber, and even Toby, who emptied septic tanks for a living but looked remarkably7 spiffy nonetheless. Lawson Plantation wasn’t even this crowded during the Christmas season, when the place was decorated to the nines and free to the public on the first Friday in December.
Tonight wasn’t the same. This wasn’t a celebration where friends and acquaintances got together to enjoy each other’s company before the hectic8 holiday rush. This was a party meant to honor someone who had nothing to do with the town and didn’t give a damn about this place. Even worse, though Rodney was here on official business, he suddenly knew he shouldn’t have bothered ironing his shirt and polishing his shoes, since he doubted that Lexie would even notice.
He knew all about it. After Doris had gone back to Herbs to get the cooking under way, the mayor had rolled in and mentioned the awful news about Jeremy and Lexie, and Rachel had called him straightaway. Rachel, he thought, was sweet in that way and always had been. She knew how he felt about Lexie and didn’t tease him like a lot of other folks did. Anyway, he got the impression that she wasn’t all that thrilled, either, with the idea of them showing up together. But Rachel was better at hiding her feelings than he was, and right now he wished he were somewhere else. Everything about tonight left him feeling lousy.
Especially the way the whole town was acting9. By his reckoning, folks around here hadn’t been this excited about the town’s prospects10 since the Raleigh News & Observer had sent a reporter to do a story about Jumpy Walton, who was attempting to build a replica11 of the Wright Brothers’ plane, one he planned to fly in commemoration of the hundredth anniversary of aviation at Kitty Hawk12. Jumpy, who’d always had a couple of screws loose, had long claimed to be nearly finished with the replica, but when he opened the barn doors to proudly show how far he’d gotten, the reporter realized that Jumpy didn’t have the slightest clue about what he was doing. In the barn, the replica looked like a giant, crooked13 version of a barbed-wire and plywood chicken.
And now the town was placing its bets on the existence of ghosts in the cemetery14 and that the city boy would bring the world to their doorstep because of them. Rodney strongly doubted it. And besides, he didn’t honestly care if the world came or not, as long as Lexie stayed part of his world.
Across town and at about the same time, Lexie stepped onto her porch just as Jeremy was coming up the walkway with a small bouquet15 of wildflowers in hand. Nice touch, she thought, and she suddenly hoped he couldn’t tell how frazzled she’d been until just a few minutes ago.
Being a woman was challenging sometimes, and tonight had been rougher than most. First, of course, there was the question of whether this was even an actual date. Granted, it was closer to a date than what had gone on at lunch, but it wasn’t exactly a romantic dinner for two, and she wasn’t sure whether she would have even consented to something like that. Then there was the whole image question and how she wanted to be perceived, not only by Jeremy but by everyone else who would see them together. Add the fact that she was most comfortable when she wore jeans and had no intention of showing any cleavage, and the whole thing became so confusing that she’d finally just thrown in the towel. In the end, she’d decided to go with a professional look: brown pantsuit with an ivory blouse.
But here he comes waltzing up in his Johnny Cash look, as if he hadn’t given the evening a second thought.
“You found the place,” Lexie observed.
“It wasn’t too hard,” Jeremy said. “You showed me where you lived when we were on Riker’s Hill, remember?” He offered the flowers. “Here. These are for you.”
She smiled as she took them, looking absolutely lovely. Sexy, too, of course. But “lovely” seemed more appropriate.
“Thank you,” she said. “How’d the diary search go?”
“Okay,” he said. “Nothing too spectacular in the ones I’ve looked through so far.”
“Just give it a chance,” she said with a smile. “Who knows what you’ll find?” She raised the bouquet to her nose. “These are beautiful, by the way. Give me a second to put them in a vase, grab a long coat, and then I’ll be ready.”
He opened his palms. “I’ll wait here.”
A couple of minutes later in the car, they were driving through town in the opposite direction from the cemetery. As the fog continued to thicken, Lexie directed Jeremy along the back roads until they came to a long winding16 drive, bordered on both sides by oaks that looked as if they’d been planted a hundred years ago. Though he couldn’t see the house, he slowed the car as he approached a towering hedge that he assumed lined a circular drive. He leaned over the steering17 wheel, wondering which way to turn.
“You might want to consider parking here,” Lexie suggested. “I doubt if you’ll find something any closer, and besides, you’ll want to be able to get out of here later when you need to.”
“Are you sure? We can’t even see the house yet.”
“Trust me,” she said. “Why do you think I brought the long coat?”
He debated only for an instant before deciding, Why not? And a moment later, they were walking up the drive, Lexie doing her best to keep the jacket pinched together. They followed the curve of the drive near the hedge, and all at once, the old Georgian mansion18 stood in blazing glory before them.
The house, however, wasn’t the first thing Jeremy noticed. What he saw first were the cars. Scores of cars, parked haphazardly19, noses pointing in every direction as if planning a fast getaway. Numerous others were either circling the mayhem and flashing their brake lights or trying to squeeze into improbably tiny spaces.
Jeremy halted, staring at the scene.
“I thought this was supposed to be a little get-together20 with friends.”
Lexie nodded. “This is the mayor’s version of a little get-together. You have to remember, he knows practically everyone in the county.”
“And you knew this was coming?”
“Of course.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it would be like this?”
“Like I keep telling you, you keep forgetting to ask. And besides, I thought you knew.”
“How could I have known he was planning something like this?”
She smiled, looking toward the house. “It is kind of impressive, isn’t it? Not that I think you necessarily deserve it.”
“Thank you. And don’t worry about tonight. It’s not going to be as stressful as you think. Everyone’s friendly, and when in doubt, just remember that you’re the guest of honor.”
Doris had to be the single most organized and efficient caterer22 in the world, Rachel thought, since this whole thing had been pulled off without a hitch23 and with plenty of time to spare. Instead of having to dish up food all night, Rachel was wiggling through the crowds in her best imitation Chanel party dress when she spotted24 Rodney walking up to the porch.
With his neatly25 pressed uniform, she thought he looked quite official, like a marine26 in one of those old World War II posters in the VFW building on Main Street. Most of the other deputies carried a few too many chicken wings and Budweisers around the midsection, but in his off-hours, Rodney pumped iron in his garage gym. He kept the garage door open, and sometimes on her way home from work, she’d stop and visit with him for a while, like the old friends that they were. As little kids, they’d been neighbors, and her mother had pictures of them bathing in the tub together. Most old friends couldn’t say that.
She took a tube of lipstick27 from her purse and dabbed28 at her lips, conscious of the soft spot she had for him. Oh, they’d gone their separate ways for a while, but in the last couple of years, things had been changing. Two summers ago, they’d ended up sitting near each other at the Lookilu, and she’d seen his expression as he watched a newscast about a young boy who had died in a tragic29 fire in Raleigh. Seeing his eyes well up over the loss of a stranger had affected30 her in a way she hadn’t expected. She’d noticed it a second time last Easter, when the Sheriff’s Department sponsored the town’s official egg hunt at the Masonic Lodge31 and he’d pulled her aside to tell her some of the trickier32 places in which he’d hidden the goodies. He’d looked more excited than the children, which made for a funny contrast with his bulging33 biceps, and she remembered thinking to herself that he’d be the kind of father who would make any wife proud.
Looking back, she supposed that was the moment she realized that her feelings for Rodney had changed. It wasn’t that she fell in love with him right then and there, but it was the moment when she realized that she’d stopped believing the possibility to be nil3. Not that it was likely, though. Rodney was over the moon for Lexie. Always had been, always would be, and Rachel had long since come to the conclusion that nothing would ever change the way he felt about her. There were times when it wasn’t easy, and there were times when it didn’t bother her at all, but lately, she admitted that the times it didn’t bother her were fewer and further between.
Pushing through the crowd, she wished she hadn’t brought up the subject of Jeremy Marsh34 at lunch. She should have known what was bothering Rodney. By now, it seemed, the entire town was talking about Lexie and Jeremy, starting with the grocer who had sold them their lunch and spreading like fire once the mayor made his announcement. She would still like to go to New York, but as she’d mentally replayed her conversation with Jeremy, she’d gradually come to the realization35 that he might have simply been making conversation and not extending an invitation. Sometimes she read too much into situations like that.
But Jeremy Marsh was just so . . . perfect.
Cultured, intelligent, charming, famous, and, best of all, not from here. There was no way Rodney could compete with that, and she had the sinking suspicion that Rodney knew it, too. But Rodney, on the other hand, was here and didn’t plan to leave, which was a different sort of an advantage, if one chose to see it that way. And, she had to admit, he was responsible and good-looking, too, in his own way.
“Hey, Rodney,” she said, smiling.
Rodney glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, hey, Rach. How are you?”
“Good, thanks. Some party, huh?”
“Pretty good. They just got the banner up.”
“Banner?’
“Sure. The one welcoming him to town. His name is in big blue letters and everything.”
“You should see what else the mayor has in store for him. Not only the banner and the food, but he had a key to the city made.”
“I heard,” Rodney said.
“And the Mahi-Mahis are here, too,” she continued, referring to a barbershop quartet. Local citizens, they’d been singing together for forty-three years, and even though two of the members had to use walkers and one had a nervous twitch39 that forced him to sing with his eyes closed, they were nonetheless the most famous entertainers within a hundred miles.
“Swell,” Rodney said again.
His tone gave her pause for the first time. “I guess you don’t want to hear about any of that, though, huh?”
“No, not really.”
“Why did you come, then?”
“Tom talked me into it. One day I’m going to figure out where he’s coming from before he opens his mouth.”
“It won’t be so bad,” she said. “I mean, you’ve seen how people are tonight. Everyone wants to talk to him. It’s not like he and Lexie can hole up in some corner somewhere. I’ll bet you ten to one they won’t even be able to say more than ten words to each other all night. And, just to let you know, I saved a plate of food for you, if you don’t have a chance to get anything to eat.”
Rodney hesitated for a moment before smiling. Rachel always looked out for him.
“Thanks, Rach.” For the first time, he noticed what she was wearing, his eyes alighting on the little gold hoops40 in her ears. He added, “You look nice tonight.”
“Thank you.”
“You want to keep me company for a while?”
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
Jeremy and Lexie wove through the mass of parked cars, their breaths coming out in little puffs41 as they neared the mansion. On the steps up ahead, Jeremy saw one couple after another pausing at the door before going inside, and it took just an instant to recognize Rodney Hopper standing42 near the door. Rodney saw Jeremy at the same time, and his smile immediately changed into a scowl43. Even from a distance, he looked large, jealous, and, most important, armed, none of which made Jeremy feel particularly comfortable.
Lexie followed his gaze. “Oh, don’t worry about Rodney,” she said. “You’re with me.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” he said. “I kind of get the feeling he isn’t all that happy that we showed up together.”
She knew Jeremy was right, although she was thankful that Rachel was beside the deputy. Rachel always had a way of keeping Rodney calm, and Lexie had long thought that she’d be perfect for him. She hadn’t, however, figured out a way of spelling it out for him without hurting his feelings. It wasn’t the sort of thing she could bring up while they were dancing at the Shriners’ Benefit Ball, was it?
“If it’ll make you feel better, just let me do the talking,” she said.
“I was planning on it.”
Rachel brightened when she saw them coming up the steps.
“Hey, you two!” she said. When they were close, she reached out to tug44 on Lexie’s jacket. “I love your outfit, Lex.”
Jeremy said nothing, preferring to examine his fingernails as he tried to avoid the evil eye that Rodney was sending his way. In the sudden silence, Rachel and Lexie glanced at each other. Reading Lexie’s clues, Rachel stepped forward.
“And look at you, Mr. Famous Journalist,” she sang out. “Why, one look at you, and women’s hearts will be fluttering all night.” She flashed a broad smile. “I almost hate to ask, Lexie, but would you mind if I escorted him inside? I just know the mayor is waiting for him.”
“Not at all,” Lexie said, knowing she needed a minute alone with Rodney. She nodded to Jeremy. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up in a minute.”
Rachel clamped onto Jeremy’s arm, and before he realized it, he was being led away. “Now, have you ever been to a southern plantation as fine as this one?” Rachel asked.
“I can’t say that I have,” Jeremy answered, wondering if he was being thrown to the wolves. As they passed, Lexie mouthed a silent thank-you and Rachel winked46.
Lexie turned toward Rodney.
“It’s not what you think,” she began, and Rodney raised his hands to stop her from continuing.
“Look,” he said, “you don’t have to explain. I’ve seen it before, remember?”
She knew he was referring to Mr. Renaissance47, and her first instinct was to tell him that he was wrong. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t going to let her feelings run wild this time, but she knew she’d made that promise before. That was what she said to Rodney, after all, when he’d tried to gently warn her that Mr. Renaissance had no intention of staying.
“I wish I knew what to say,” she said, hating the guilty note in her voice.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
She knew she didn’t. It wasn’t as if they were a couple or had ever been a couple, but she had the strange sensation of confronting an ex-spouse after a recent divorce, when the wounds were still fresh. Again, she wished he would simply move on, but a little voice reminded her that she’d played a role in keeping the spark alive these last couple of years, even if it had more to do with security and comfort on her part than with anything romantic.
“Well, just so you know, I’m actually looking forward to things getting back to normal around here,” she volunteered.
“Me, too,” he said.
Neither said anything for a moment. In the silence, Lexie glanced off to the side, wishing that Rodney wore his feelings with a bit more subtlety48.
“Rachel sure looks nice, doesn’t she?” she said.
Rodney’s chin dropped to his chest before he looked at Lexie again. For the first time, she saw the tiniest of smiles.
“Yeah,” he said, “she does.”
“Is she still seeing Jim?” she asked, referring to the Terminix man. Lexie had seen them together in the green truck mounted with a giant bug49 on their way to Greenville for dinner during the holidays.
“No, that’s over,” he said. “They only went out once. She said his car smelled like disinfectant, and she sneezed like crazy the whole night.”
Despite the tension, Lexie laughed. “That sounds like something that could only happen to Rachel.”
“She got over it. And it’s not like it made her bitter or anything. She keeps getting back on the horse, you know.”
“Sometimes I think she needs to pick better horses. Or at least ones without giant bugs50 on the car.”
He chuckled51, as if thinking the same thing. Their eyes met for an instant, then Lexie turned away. She tucked a strand52 of hair behind her ear.
“Well, listen, I should probably head inside,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“Are you coming in?”
“I’m not sure yet. I wasn’t planning on staying that long. And besides, I’m still on call. The county is pretty big for one person, and Bruce is the only one in the field right now.”
She nodded. “Well, if I don’t see you again tonight, keep safe, okay?”
“I will. See you later.”
She began moving toward the door.
“Hey, Lexie?”
She turned. “Yes?”
He swallowed. “You look nice, too, by the way.”
The sad way he said it nearly broke her heart, and her eyes dipped for an instant. “Thank you,” she said.
Rachel and Jeremy kept a low profile, moving around the edges of the crowd, as Rachel showed him the paintings of various members of the Lawson family who shared a striking resemblance not only from one generation to the next but, strangely, across genders53 as well. The men had effeminate qualities, and the women tended to be masculine, thus making it seem as if every artist had used the same androgynous model.
But he appreciated the fact that Rachel was keeping him occupied and out of harm’s way, even if she refused to release his arm. He could hear people talking about him but wasn’t quite ready to mingle54 yet, even if the whole thing did leave him feeling just a bit flattered. Nate hadn’t been able to rustle55 up a tenth of this number of people to watch his television appearance, and he’d had to offer free booze as an enticement56 to get even that many to show.
Not here, though. Not in small-town America, where people played bingo, went bowling57, and watched reruns of Matlock on TNT. He hadn’t seen so much blue hair and polyester since . . . well, since ever, and as he was pondering the whole situation, Rachel squeezed his arm to get his attention.
“Get ready, darlin’. It’s showtime.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, Mayor Tom, how are you?” Rachel asked, beaming that Hollywood smile again.
Mayor Gherkin seemed to be the only person in the room who was perspiring59. His bald head was shiny in the light, and if he seemed surprised that Jeremy was with Rachel, he didn’t show it.
“Rachel! You are looking lovely as always, and I see you’ve been sharing the illustrious past of this fine home with our guest here.”
“Doing my best,” she said.
“Good, good. I’m glad to hear it.” They engaged in more small talk before Gherkin got to the point.
“And I hate to ask you this, being that you’ve been kind enough to tell him about this fine establishment, but would you mind?” he said, motioning to Jeremy. “People are excited to get this fine event started.”
“Not at all,” she answered, and in the next instant, the mayor had replaced Rachel’s hand with his own and began leading Jeremy through the crowd.
As they walked, people quieted and moved off to the side, like the Red Sea parting for Moses. Others stared with wide eyes or craned their necks to get a better view. People oohed and aahed, whispering aloud that it must be him.
“I can’t tell you how glad we are that you finally made it,” Mayor Gherkin said, speaking from the corner of his mouth and continuing to smile to the crowd. “For a minute there, I was beginning to worry.”
“Maybe we should wait for Lexie,” Jeremy answered, trying to keep his cheeks from turning red. This whole thing, especially being escorted by the mayor like a prom queen, was just a little bit too small-town America, not to mention a little on the weird60 side.
“I’ve already spoken to her, and she’ll meet us there.”
“And where’s that?”
“Why, you’re going to meet the rest of the town council, of course. You’ve already met Jed and Tully and the folks I introduced you to this morning, but there are a few others. And the county commissioners, too. Like me, they’re mighty62 impressed with your visit here. Mighty impressed. And don’t worry—they’ve got all their ghost stories ready. You brought your tape recorder, right?”
“It’s in my pocket.”
“Good, good. Glad to hear it. And . . .” For the first time, he turned from the crowd to look at Jeremy. “I take it you are heading out to the cemetery tonight . . .”
“I was, and speaking of that, I wanted to make sure—”
The mayor kept on going as if he hadn’t heard him, while nodding and waving to the crowd. “Well, as the mayor, I feel it’s my obligation to tell you not to worry none about meeting those ghosts. Oh, they’re a sight, of course. Enough to startle an elephant into fainting. But so far, no one’s ever been hurt, except for Bobby Lee Howard, and ramming63 into that road sign afterward64 had less to do with what he saw than the fact that he’d finished a twelve-pack of Pabst before he got behind the wheel.”
“Ah,” Jeremy said, beginning to mimic65 the mayor by nodding and waving. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
Lexie was waiting for him when he met the town council, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she moved to his side as he was introduced to the town’s power elite66. Most were friendly enough—although Jed stood frowning with his arms crossed—but he couldn’t help watching Lexie from the corner of his eye. She seemed distracted, and he wondered what had happened between her and Rodney.
Jeremy didn’t have a chance to find out, or even relax, for the next three hours, as the rest of the evening was akin4 to an old-fashioned political convention. After his meeting with the council—each and every one of them, Jed excluded, seemed to have been prepped by the mayor and promised “it could be the biggest story ever” and reminded him that “tourism is important to the town”—Jeremy was brought to the stage, which had been festooned with a banner proclaiming, welcome jeremy marsh!
Technically67, it wasn’t a stage, but a long wooden table topped with a shiny purple tablecloth68. Jeremy had to use a chair to step up onto it, as did Gherkin, only to confront a sea of strange faces gazing up at him. Once the crowd quieted, the mayor made a long-winded speech praising Jeremy for his professionalism and honesty as if they’d known each other for years. Additionally, Gherkin not only mentioned the Primetime Live appearance— which elicited69 the familiar smiles and nods, as well as a few more oohs and aahs—but a number of well-received articles he’d written, including a piece he’d done for the Atlantic Monthly concerning biological weapons research at Fort Detrick. As much as he sometimes came off as a goofball, Jeremy thought, the man had done his homework and definitely knew how to flatter. At the end of the speech, Jeremy was presented with a key to the city, and the Mahi-Mahis—who were standing on another table along an adjacent wall—broke in and sang three songs: “Carolina in My Mind,” “New York, New York,” and, perhaps most appropriate, the theme from Ghostbusters.
Surprisingly, the Mahi-Mahis weren’t half-bad, even though he had no idea how they managed to get up on the table. The crowd loved them, and for an instant, Jeremy found himself smiling and actually enjoying himself. As he stood onstage, Lexie winked at him, which only made the whole thing seem more surreal.
From there, the mayor led him off to the corner, where he was seated in a comfortable antique chair set in front of an antique table. With his tape recorder running, Jeremy spent the rest of the evening listening to one story after another about encounters with the ghosts. The mayor had people line up, and they chatted excitedly while waiting their turn to meet him, as if he were giving autographs.
Unfortunately, most of the stories he heard began to run together. Everyone in line claimed to have seen the lights, but each one of them had a different description. Some swore they looked like people, others like strobe lights. One man said they looked exactly like a Halloween costume, right down to the sheet. The most original was from a guy named Joe, who said he’d seen the lights more than half a dozen times, and he spoke61 with authority when he said they looked exactly like the glowing Piggly Wiggly sign on Route 54 near Vanceboro.
At the same time, Lexie was always in the area talking to various people, and every now and then, their eyes would meet while both she and he were engaged in conversation with others. As if they were sharing a private joke, she would smile with raised eyebrows70, her expression seeming to ask him, See what you’ve gotten yourself into?
Lexie, Jeremy reflected, wasn’t like any of the women he’d recently dated. She didn’t hide what she was thinking, she didn’t try to impress him, nor was she swayed by anything he’d accomplished71 in the past. Instead, she seemed to evaluate him as he was today, right now, without holding either the past or the future against him.
It was, he realized, one of the reasons he’d married Maria. It wasn’t simply the heady flush of emotions he’d felt when they first made love that had enthralled72 him—rather, it was the simple things that convinced him that she was the one. Her lack of pretense73 around others, the steely way she confronted him when he did something wrong, the patience with which she would listen to him as he paced around, struggling with a vexing74 problem. And though he and Lexie hadn’t shared any of the daily nitty-gritty of life, he couldn’t shake the thought that she’d be good at dealing75 with it, if that was what she wanted.
Jeremy realized she had a genuine affection for the people here, and she seemed to be truly interested in whatever it was they were saying. Her behavior suggested that she had no reason to rush or cut someone’s conversation short, and she had no inhibitions about laughing aloud when something amused her. Every now and then, she’d lean in to hug someone, and pulling back, she’d reach for the person’s hands and murmur76 something along the lines of “I’m so glad to see you again.” That she didn’t seem to think of herself as different, or even notice the fact that others obviously did, reminded Jeremy of an aunt who had always been the most popular person at holiday dinners, simply because she focused her attention so completely on others.
A few minutes later when he rose from the table to stretch his legs, Jeremy saw Lexie moving toward him, with just a trace of seduction in the gentle sway of her hips77. And as he watched her, there was a moment, just a moment, when the scene seemed as if it weren’t happening now, but taking place in the future, just another little get-together in a long procession of get-togethers in a tiny southern town in the middle of nowhere.
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