Authors: Irene Radford
Thistle Down (41 page)
She fought to move her knees. Anything to get away from this madman.
Her left leg jerked up.
He caught her foot and pushed it higher, throwing her balance backward. “Oh, my, I do enjoy a feisty female. Later, dear. We’ll take a nice little flight together later.”
Then he used his free hand to expertly wrap the fibrous tape around and around her ankles.
“Anything you want to say before I close your mouth?”
She spat at him; a big gob of saliva splatted against his right eye.
“Too bad that’s all you can muster for the moment.” He slapped a long length of tape across her mouth and around her head, pulling and tangling her hair in its stickiness.
Thirty-four
T
HISTLE WATCHED DUSTY CAREFULLY after dinner. Her friend sat listlessly in the bay window, playing her music box over and over. It had returned to its normal tune. No Pixie magic or Pixie music left in it. The ballerina spun around and around, winding down slowly until the music ground ponderously through its last notes.
HISTLE WATCHED DUSTY CAREFULLY after dinner. Her friend sat listlessly in the bay window, playing her music box over and over. It had returned to its normal tune. No Pixie magic or Pixie music left in it. The ballerina spun around and around, winding down slowly until the music ground ponderously through its last notes.
Dusty sat silently for a bit, letting tears slide down her cheeks. Then she turned the music box key and repeated the process.
The tinny notes irritated Thistle’s ears and disrupted her sense of life tuned to the music of wind and rain, and plants talking to bugs, and bugs whispering the news to trees.
Finally, after Dick had gone off to the bar to meet Chase, Thistle yanked the music box out of Dusty’s hands before the music completely stopped.
“You’ve had enough,” Thistle insisted.
“Give that back! I can’t lose it again. I can’t . . .”
“Then come and get it.” Thistle held the box high over her head.
Dusty turned her head away, staring out the window.
“You’ve been listless and boring all day.” Thistle curled up in the window seat facing Dusty. She stroked the soft covering the way humans petted cats.
“I . . . can’t talk about it.” Dusty reached for the music box again.
Thistle held it behind her back, out of Dusty’s reach.
“Tell me why you sit here hour after hour crying over this music box. I thought you’d shed all your tears over it when Chase fixed it.”
At the sound of Chase’s name, Dusty turned her face toward the window again.
Thistle saw a new spate of tears in the reflection.
“You and Chase had a fight. I saw it from the window.”
“Worse.”
“Worse? What could be worse than a fight?”
“A fight you can make up. He gave up on me just when I thought I’d grown enough to appreciate how much I love him. How I’ve loved him since we were small children. How I loved him even though he broke my music box. But then he fixed it for me and I thought we had a chance.”
“But you ruined it because Hay had bedazzled you and Joe offered you safe haven.”
“How . . . how did you know?”
“Because I’ve watched you for many, many years. Because I was your friend even when you were sick and no one came to visit you but me. Even when you let your cancer define who you were. Because I’m still your friend.”
“I don’t think even you can fix this.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll have to do most of it yourself, though. Now tell me exactly what Chase said yesterday.”
“You aren’t going to try to talk me out of loving him? I might be better off with Joe because you love his daughters and because Chase was ungentle with you when he arrested you the day you landed in the fountain.”
“Well . . . Chase is still not my favorite person. But he’s learning to appreciate Pixies. Joe hasn’t. His daughters are wonderful friends, and they need me right now. But you need Chase. He’s the one you love. And if that’s what’s right for you, I have to be your friend and help you get him back. Not that I think he’s gone far, you understand. But he’s going to need a little prodding to get over his blue funk.”
“He . . . he said that friendship and trust are a two-way street. I have to prove to those who love me that I can be trusted and that I take seriously the responsibility of friendship.”
“You see, he loves you. He said so himself. I don’t think I even need any magic to push him back on the right path. You can do that all by yourself. All you have to do is . . .”
“Oh, Thistle, you are the best friend ever!” Dusty nearly fell off the window seat as she threw her arms around Thistle and hugged her tight.
The phone rang. Shrill and insistent.
“I’d better get that. There are a million details to settle before tomorrow night.”
Dusty grew very still the moment she answered the phone. “Hello, Ted. My mother told me to expect your call.”
Thistle squirmed. Another barrier between Dusty and Chase—her mother’s interfering pity dates. What could she do to stop this?
“No, I don’t think I can go to the Masque Ball with you. I’m chairing the fund-raiser this year and have too many responsibilities to volunteers and friends to properly pay attention to a date,” Dusty said stiffly. Her skin grew cold. Another lie Hay had told her. How had he found out about this delayed call?
Oh, my God
, he listened over the airwaves! Her vision started crowding in from the edges until all she could see was Thistle’s face.
Oh, my God
, he listened over the airwaves! Her vision started crowding in from the edges until all she could see was Thistle’s face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” the tenor voice on the other end of the phone line sputtered. “My mother has been pressuring me for a month to call you because she doesn’t like my girlfriend. A pity date with you had to be better than listening to her whine.”
“Pity Date!” Dusty bit her lip until she drew blood. That small pain helped her focus, removed the gibbering ape that threatened to take control of her mind and her feet.
Run! it said over and over again.
Run away from the cancer before you become the cancer
. Run away from those who challenge you. Run away from those who only want to hurt you, judge you. Make you less than what you are. Everyone is lying to you. No one can tell the truth.
Run away from the cancer before you become the cancer
. Run away from those who challenge you. Run away from those who only want to hurt you, judge you. Make you less than what you are. Everyone is lying to you. No one can tell the truth.
Hay lied. No one else did.
She ignored the voice, the voice of her cancer trying to protect her from herself. She’d beat the cancer, but not its control over her emotions. Resolutely she settled her shoulders and took a deep breath.
“Ted, you’re welcome to buy a ticket and bring your new girlfriend to the Ball.”
“I just may. Maybe a date with you wouldn’t be about pity, but I really like this girl, in spite of my mother’s opinion.”
“I look forward to meeting you and your friend there,” she said on a laugh. “I hope she’s as much your friend as your girlfriend.” They said good-bye, and she hung up with relief.
Friendship is a two-way street.
“Thistle, friendship carries responsibility and has to be mutual. Trust has to be mutual. So I’m going to be a friend to you as much as you have been to me. I need to do the same for Phelma Jo.”
“Thank you, Dusty.” Moisture made Thistle’s eyes glisten in the dim light. “Phelma Jo?” she asked then, sounding dubious.
“Yes. Before we had that fight on the playground we were friends. I allowed some other kids, more popular and cliquish, to pressure me into calling her a bad name. I should have realized that she stopped bathing for a reason. I should have taken her aside and offered her the chance to take a shower here, with privacy and safety. Instead I called her ‘Stinky Butt’ in front of everyone. I owe her a big apology.”
“First thing in the morning we’ll find her and take care of that.”
“I hope tomorrow is soon enough. But I need to deal with Chase tonight.”
“Yes, you do.”
Dusty looked around for her discarded shoes and purse.
“Chase needs to know . . .”
“That I love him, and I trust him, and that he can trust me.” The happiness started in Dusty’s toes and brightened as it traveled upward, till she broke out in a huge grin. “Phelma Jo needs to know that, too, but Chase is more important. Will you come with me, Thistle?”
“I bet we’ll find Chase and Dick at the Old Mill Bar.”
Dusty grabbed her purse and car keys and headed out, a little Pixie tune adding bounce to her step.
Dum dee dee do dum dum
, she sang out loud.
, she sang out loud.
Thirty-five
C
HASE SCRUBBED HIS FACE with his hands, hoping to banish the weariness of heart and body that plagued him. He stared longingly at his barelytasted beer.
HASE SCRUBBED HIS FACE with his hands, hoping to banish the weariness of heart and body that plagued him. He stared longingly at his barelytasted beer.
His attention spread around the bar, seeking malcontents and those normally mild mannered souls with tempers frayed by the heat and humidity.
“God, I wish a thunderstorm would blow in and clear the air,” he muttered and took a sip.
The beer tasted sour and didn’t help at all.
“Off duty?” Dick asked, settling onto the stool beside him. He signaled the bartender for a beer of his own.
“Barely. I’m out of uniform, but with one man minding a desk and being short-handed to begin with, no one on the force is sleeping tonight. Even the lieutenant and the chief are in cruisers patrolling the hot spots. I’ve already put in a twelve-hour day. Mabel sent me home.” Chase rubbed his face again. He really wanted the rest of his beer—foul tasting as it was—but didn’t dare take any more alcohol tonight.
“I don’t know why, but normal law-abiding folks think that because they are miserable they have the right to make the rest of the world as miserable as they are,” Chase sighed.
“I know.” Dick shook his head in dismay. “It’s Festival, so abnormal behavior somehow becomes the norm. I had to run a couple of kids off this morning. They had a contest to see who could break the most windows by throwing rocks. I boarded up three broken panes in the basement before I headed out to work. Tomorrow I’ll replace them. I know those kids. They’re usually wellbehaved and respectful.”
“I think I’ve spent more time this past week breaking up brawls and separating loving couples before a simple argument became violent.”
“You ever find Phelma Jo? I noticed the CAT still parked beside The Ten Acre Wood.” Dick took a long swig of his drink. “Someone draped it in a blanket of Pixie lights.” His grin let Chase know he had done the mischievous deed.
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