future. No one’s going to take care of me when I’m old.”
Good heavens, she was serious.
“I have to go. Thank you again for fixing the bad check. Good luck with your fishing.” She turned and started away.
“Amanda?” Bethany called after her. “Wait.”
Amanda turned back, looking flushed and slightly guilty. “Yes, Bethany, what is it?”
“Could you help me make a place for Shiny to live?”
“Well, I think your dad can probably help you.”
“But he doesn’t even like Shiny.”
“I’m really busy, sweetheart. I…” Amanda looked to Hudson for support, but he refused to give her any. She was the one, after all, who’d insisted Bethany ought to keep the damn fish as a pet. “Well, all right. But later, when I’m done with work, okay?”
“Okay.”
Hudson watched as she picked her way across the uneven ground in her high heels.
“Where does Amanda work?” Bethany asked.
“At the real estate office, remember? She helps people buy and sell and rent houses.”
“Does she get paid money?”
“Yes. For every house she sells or rents, she gets a certain percentage of the price.”
Bethany stared at him quizzically. Okay, so commissions were probably a little much for a four-year-old to comprehend.
“Say a house is a pie,” he tried again. “It’s my pie and I want to sell it. Amanda knows someone who wants to buy a pie, so she introduces the two of us. I sell the pie to this other person—but I give Amanda one slice as her reward for finding the buyer.”
Bethany wrinkled her nose. “So this person buys a pie with a piece gone?”
“Never mind. I’m tired of fishing, how about you?”
She nodded.
Was ten-thirty too early for lunch? Nah. They were still on Boston time, he reminded himself, and they’d had those Pop-Tarts before the sun was up. They gathered up the fishing gear and returned it to the garage. Then Hudson carried Bethany’s fish to the house. The pot seemed awfully small. He really, really didn’t want the fish to die. So he put the stopper in the bathtub, filled it up and transferred Shiny to another new home.
“I guess Shiny needs an aquarium,” Hudson said as he studied the fish swimming around.
Bethany knew what an aquarium was. Apparently they had a big one at her preschool. She talked endlessly about it and drew pictures of the fish. Hell, maybe he had a budding marine biologist on his hands, and he should encourage her interest in fish. But she didn’t respond to his suggestion with the enthusiasm he’d hoped.
“Amanda’s going to help me make a house for Shiny.”
Hudson hoped Bethany didn’t put too much stock in Amanda’s promises. She seemed to be a nice person, and she’d certainly established a rapport with his daughter. But she was obviously far too devoted to her job to want to cater to the whims of a four-year-old neighbor.
Before seeing about lunch, Hudson went into his bedroom and dug out his blood-pressure cuff. He’d been fishing all morning. Surely all that relaxation would have knocked his blood pressure down a few points. He slid his arm into the cuff and pumped it up, feeling optimistic.
“One-fifty-two over one-ten!” That was ridiculous. His blood pressure was higher than it had been in the doctor’s office. It was just a fluke, he told himself. He would take it again when he wasn’t thinking about Amanda.
HUDSON TOOK HIS blood pressure four times that afternoon. The numbers simply wouldn’t go down. He had to face it, he had high blood pressure. Continued hypertension could lead to all sorts of unpleasant things, including making him a candidate for his own brand of medicine. Well, he wasn’t going to turn into one of those people—overweight, unable to walk a flight of stairs without huffing and puffing. He would get his blood pressure down.
He still had all of June to do it. Although he was going to go crazy if he had to stay in this cabin for a month. There was nothing to do!
A shopping trip was in order, he decided. He would buy some books, some games he and Bethany could play, maybe some crafts. He could take up gardening. That was supposed to be relaxing.
What other advice did he give his heart patients? Meditation. Yoga. He doubted he would find any type of class around here, but maybe he could find a book instructing him on the practices. Healthy meals.
He opened the freezer and pondered the contents. Frozen pizza. Battered fish sticks—better not go there. Bethany still didn’t quite get the concept that much of the food they ate used to be walking around or flying or swimming. TV dinners—all of them loaded with fat grams. Even the lunch meat he’d bought was the bad kind—ham, pepperoni, beefstick. Combine them with cheese and mayonnaise, and you had a heart attack sandwich.
A movement outside caught his eye. A car pulled into Amanda’s driveway, but not Amanda’s silver Lincoln. It was a red compact car, a few years old, with numerous dents and scrapes and one badly crumpled fender. A young man got out—a kid, really. The resemblance between him and Amanda was hard to miss—same white-blond hair, same cheekbones. He wore holey jeans and a tank shirt revealing lots of muscles and a prominent tattoo.
The young man walked around the car and opened the passenger door. A statuesque brunette in miniskirt and halter top unfolded herself and climbed out. The way the two touched each other, it was clear they were lovers. The man let himself in the front door with a key, and the couple disappeared inside.
“Is Amanda home from work?” Bethany asked excitedly, apparently seeing her father staring out the window.
“Haven’t seen her yet. You know, honey, Amanda seems pretty busy. I wouldn’t count on her to just drop everything and help you with a home for your fish.”
“Yes, she will help me,” Bethany said with the utter faith only a child could muster.
“Couldn’t I help you?”
“No. You don’t like Shiny. You wanted to eat him.”
“I wanted to throw him back.” Amanda was the one who’d wanted to eat the fish, but Hudson decided not to point that out. “You know, honey, people do eat fish. When you eat fish sticks? Those are fish that used to swim in the ocean.”
Bethany adopted a mutinous expression. “Nuh-uh. Fish sticks are square and they don’t have eyes.”
“An important distinction,” Hudson agreed, giving up. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we go out to dinner?”
“To McDonald’s?” she asked hopefully.
Bethany was addicted to Happy Meals. He really ought to nudge her in a different dietary direction. “Cottonwood doesn’t have a McDonald’s. I thought we could be adventurous. You know, try someplace new.”
“No. I want to stay here and wait for Amanda.”
Hudson was afraid it would be a very long wait.
He made bologna sandwiches for dinner, and they ate them at a picnic table on a small deck in back. Once it had been cleaned, this little cabin really wasn’t so bad, he decided. From here he had a nice view of the woods…and an unobstructed view of Amanda’s house. He saw when her brother—if that’s who it was—left again with the brunette, who looked quite a bit more disheveled than when she’d arrived. He could guess what they’d been up to.
Bethany watched Amanda’s house, too, and the yearning on her face was plain. She was accustomed to female companionship—one or the other of her grandmothers had been in constant attendance since Elaine’s death. Being around her father all the time was a big adjustment. But Hudson was