he let go; Alex looked noticeably upset. Rubbing his arms, the teenager said, ‘Look, I don’t know anything. I just saw one pregnant woman here, long dark hair, carrying a lot of bags.’
Rich brightened. ‘Yes?’ he said. ‘That sounds like my wife. What was she wearing?’
‘I don’t know – oh, wait. A yellow dress.’
Rich nodded. ‘That’s my wife.’ Did that make him feel better? If it did, it didn’t make him feel better for long.
‘Yeah?’ Alex said. ‘That’s all I can tell you. She bought a couple of pretzels, I think. Paid. Left, carrying all her bags. A guy who was here buying a pretzel for himself caught up to her and asked her if she needed some help with the bags –’
Rich asked in a small, stricken voice, ‘What guy?’
‘I don’t know. Some guy. I’d never seen him before.’
‘No, of course not. Did my wife seem to know him?’
‘No. He seemed nice, though. Kept asking her questions about the pregnancy, you know, when she was due, that sort of thing.’
Rich stepped back from the counter. ‘This guy, what did he look like?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Alex. ‘I didn’t pay attention.’
‘Please try to remember.’
‘I really don’t know. Maybe your age.’ Alex looked Rich over. ‘How old are you?’
‘Thirty-four.’
‘No. I don’t know. He was older than me, that’s all I know.’
‘Beard? Mustache?’
‘No, clean-cut. Short hair. Taller than me.’
‘Taller than me?‘ asked Rich.
‘How tall are you?’
‘Six feet.’
‘No, I don’t think so. Taller than your wife.’
‘Do you remember what he was wearing?’
‘Listen, he was just a guy. There was nothing special about him. He was just another customer, you know?’
‘You don’t remember what he was wearing?’
Shrugging, Alex said, ‘No, not really.’ He glanced over at the salesgirl, who was listening to the conversation. She shrugged, as if to give him moral support. Alex turned back to Rich. ‘I think jeans, a jacket. But I can’t be sure.’
Rich was quiet. ‘You said he approached my wife and asked her if she needed help with the bags?’
‘I think that’s what he asked her.’
‘And she?’
‘I don’t know. They were, like, too far from me. I didn’t hear her. I assume she said no thanks, because he lagged behind and she walked on by herself.’
‘When you say lagged behind –’
‘What?’
‘“Lagged behind” implies he followed her. Or did he turn around and go the other way?’
Scratching his head, Alex said, ‘No. I think he lagged behind. I think he went the same way she did. I’m not sure. I got another customer, and stopped watching them.’
Rich’s hands were drumming on the counter. ‘Did you get a feeling about him?’
‘No, I got no feeling about him,’ said Alex, for some reason sounding offended.
‘Did you see him again?’
‘No, I got busy. It was lunchtime. I didn’t see anybody.’
‘Didn’t see my wife either?’
‘Uh – come to think of it, I did see him. I saw her too. She was walking back from over there.’ Alex pointed. ‘She had more bags in her hands. She looked tired, but was walking faster than before. Like she was hurrying, you know?’
‘And when did you see him?’
Alex thought. ‘I don’t know. I think after I saw her. He was kind of shuffling along.’
‘Was he going in the same direction she was going?’
‘Well, I don’t know if it was in the same direction.’ Alex pointed to the mall aisle. ‘You see, either someone is walking to the left or they’re walking to the right. They either disappear behind the wall to the right or they disappear here to the left. Occasionally they may go into Dillard’s or sit near the fountain. But that’s it. I saw her going to the left, and I saw him going to the left too.’
‘Yes,’ said Rich in a raspy voice. ‘What time was that?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe a little after one. I went on my break at one-thirty.’
‘Alex, please take a ride with me, will you? To the police station.’
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ said Alex, looking nervous. ‘I’m not getting in a car with you. I don’t know you.’
‘Okay, then can I use your phone? I have to call the police.’
They let him call the police, and then they waited. Rich called home, found out that Didi had not called or returned. He asked Ingrid to call his mother and ask her to come and take care of the children for him.
‘Is everything all right?’
‘Yeah, sure,’ said Rich, closing his eyes as he leaned on the counter for support. ‘We’re just – I’m just going to be delayed – listen, don’t worry. How are the girls?’
‘Hold on,’ said Ingrid. ‘Irene wants to talk to you.’
Rich tried to put on his cheeriest voice. ‘Hi, honey. How was playgroup?’
Three-year-old Irene didn’t want to talk about playgroup. ‘Daddy,’ she whined, ‘Manda won’t share Sing and Dance Barbie with me!’
‘It’s okay, honey,’ Rich said. ‘Where’s yours?’
‘Mine broke and now she won’t share hers!’
In the background, Rich heard Amanda’s voice. ‘She broke hers and now she wants to break mine!’ Then, ‘Give me the phone! I have to talk to Daddy too.’
Rich took a deep breath. He heard the phone crash to the floor, followed by piercing screams. Ingrid picked up the receiver and said, ‘Everything is all right.’
‘Good,’ Rich said. ‘Please call my mother.’
‘If you want, I can stay a little later,’ Ingrid said.
‘Thanks. I don’t know how late we’ll be, though.’
‘Is Didi having the baby?’
And in the background, Irene shrieked, ‘Mommy’s having the baby! Mommy’s having the baby!’
Rich tensely rubbed the bridge of his nose. All he wanted to do was hang up. ‘No, she’s not having the baby. Just call my mom, Ingrid, please.’
He had no stomach to call his mother himself. He had nothing to tell her, anyway. He just needed her help. His mother was going to lose it no matter what. Ingrid had never called before to ask Barbara Wood to come over and help with the children. Rich knew that talking to his mother required too much of him, and he didn’t have the patience for it. Ingrid asked again if everything was all right, and Rich said yes, sure, but had to hang up. He could barely hold himself together.
Five minutes later the police arrived. There were two officers – Officer Charles, a man, and Officer Patterson, a woman. Patterson did not seem particularly sympathetic and Rich took an instant dislike to her. She reminded