Dead as a doornail - By Charlaine Harris Page 0,76
at the Foxy Femmes.”
“She was a stripper?”
“Yeah, until the accident.”
“Sweetie was in an accident?” I was getting more worn out by the second.
“Yeah, so she got scarred and didn’t want to strip anymore. It would’ve required too much makeup, she said. Besides, by then she was getting a little on the, ah, old side to be stripping.”
“Poor thing,” I said. I tried to picture Sweetie parading down a runway in high heels and feathers. Disturbing.
“I’d never let her hear you say that,” he advised.
We parked in front of the duplex. Someone had brought my car back from the library parking lot. The door to the other side of the duplex opened, and Halleigh Robinson stepped out, my keys in her hand. I was wearing the black pants I’d had on since I had been on my way to work, but my Merlotte’s T-shirt had been ruined so the hospital had given me a white sweatshirt that someone had left there once upon a time. It was huge on me, but that wasn’t why Halleigh was standing stock-still, catching flies with her mouth. Claude had actually gotten out to help me into the house, and the sight of him had paralyzed the young schoolteacher.
Claude eased his arm tenderly around my shoulders, bent his head to look adoringly into my face, and winked.
This was the first hint I’d had that Claude had a sense of humor. It pleased me to find he wasn’t universally disagreeable.
“Thanks for bringing me my keys,” I called, and Halleigh suddenly remembered she could walk.
“Um,” she said. “Um, sure.” She put the keys somewhere in the vicinity of my hand, and I snagged them.
“Halleigh, this is my friend Claude,” I said with what I hoped was a meaningful smile.
Claude moved his arm down to circle my waist and gave her a distracted smile of his own, hardly moving his eyes from mine. Oh, brother. “Hello, Halleigh,” he said in his richest baritone.
“You’re lucky to have someone to bring you home from the hospital,” Halleigh said. “That’s very nice of you, uh, Claude.”
“I would do anything for Sookie,” Claude said softly.
“Really?” Halleigh shook herself. “Well, how nice. Andy drove your car back over here, Sookie, and he asked if I’d give you your keys. It’s lucky you caught me. I just ran home to eat lunch. I, um, I have to go back to . . .” She gave Claude a final comprehensive stare before getting into her own little Mazda to drive back to the elementary school.
I unlocked my door clumsily and stepped into my little living room. “This is where I’m staying while my house is being rebuilt,” I told Claude. I felt vaguely embarrassed at the small sterile room. “I just moved in the day I got shot. Yesterday,” I said with some wonder.
Claude, his faux admiration having been dropped when Halleigh pulled away, eyed me with some disparagement. “You have mighty bad luck,” he observed.
“In some ways,” I said. But I thought of all the help I’d already gotten, and of my friends. I remembered the simple pleasure of sleeping close to Bill the night before. “My luck could definitely be worse,” I added, more or less to myself.
Claude was massively uninterested in my philosophy.
After I thanked him again and asked him to give Claudine a hug from me, I repeated my promise to call him when my wound had healed enough for the posing session.
My shoulder was beginning to ache now. When I locked the door behind him, I swallowed a pill. I’d called the phone company from the library the afternoon before, and to my surprise and pleasure I got a dial tone when I picked up my phone. I called Jason’s cell to tell him I was out of the hospital, but he didn’t answer so I left a message on his voice mail. Then I called the bar to tell Sam I’d be back at work the next day. I’d missed two days’ worth of pay and tips, and I couldn’t afford any more.
I stretched out on the bed and took a long nap.
When I woke up, the sky was darkening in a way that meant rain. In the front yard of the house across the street, a small maple was whipping around in an alarming way. I thought of the tin roof my Gran had loved and of the clatter the rain made when it hit the hard surface. Rain here in town was sure to be quieter.