come to terms with what had happened in their lives.
Johnny’s mom sat with her coat on the chair behind her and her Bible clutched in her hands. Her lips moved as she read, and Sarah remembered Johnny saying she was very religious—maybe too religious, somewhere in that great middle ground between holy rolling and snake-handling, she remembered him saying. Mr. Smith—Herb, it came to her, his name is Herb—had one of the magazines on his knees, but he wasn’t looking at it. He was looking out the window, where New England fall burned its way toward November and winter beyond.
She went over to them. “Mr. and Mrs. Smith?”
They looked up at her, their faces tensed for the dreaded blow. Mrs. Smith’s hands tightened on her Bible, which was open to the Book of Job, until her knuckles were white. The young woman before them was not in nurse’s or doctor’s whites, but that made no difference to them at this point. They were waiting for the final blow.
“Yes, we’re the Smiths,” Herb said quietly.
“I’m Sarah Bracknell. Johnny and I are good friends. Going together, I suppose you’d say. May I sit down?”
“Johnny’s girl friend?” Mrs. Smith asked in a sharp, almost accusing tone. A few of the others looked around briefly and then back at their own tattered magazines.
“Yes,” she said. “Johnny’s girl.”
“He never wrote that he had a lady friend,” Mrs. Smith said in that same sharp tone. “No, he never did at all.”
“Hush, Mother,” Herb said. “Sit down, Miss ... Bracknell, wasn’t it?”
“Sarah,” she said gratefully, and took a chair. “I ...”
“No, he never did,” Mrs. Smith said sharply. “My boy loved God, but just lately he maybe fell away just a bit. The judgment of the Lord God is sudden, you know. That’s what makes backsliding so dangerous. You know not the day nor the hour ...”
“Hush,” Herb said. People were looking around again. He fixed his wife with a stern glance. She looked back defiantly for a moment, but his gaze didn’t waver. Vera dropped her eyes. She had closed the Bible but her fingers fiddled restlessly along the pages, as if longing to get back to the colossal demolition derby of Job’s life, enough bad luck to put her own and her son’s in some sort of bitter perspective.
“I was with him last night,” Sarah said, and that made the woman look up again, accusingly. At that moment Sarah remembered the biblical connotation of being “with” somebody and felt herself beginning to blush. It was as if the woman could read her thoughts.
“We went to the county fair ...”
“Places of sin and evil,” Vera Smith said clearly.
“I’ll tell you one last time to hush, Vera,” Herb said grimly, and clamped one of his hands over one of his wife’s. “I mean it, now. This seems like a nice girl here, and I won’t have you digging at her. Understand?”
“Sinful places,” Vera repeated stubbornly.
“Will you hush?”
“Let me go. I want to read my Bible.”
He let her go. Sarah felt confused embarrassment. Vera opened her Bible and began to read again, lips moving.
“Vera is very upset,” Herb said. “We’re both upset. You are too, from the look of you.”
“Yes.”
“Did you and Johnny have a good time last night?” he asked. “At your fair?”
“Yes,” she said, the lie and truth of that simple word all mixed up in her mind. “Yes we did, until ... well, I ate a bad hot dog or something. We had my car and Johnny drove me home to my place in Veazie. I was pretty sick to my stomach. He called a cab. He said he’d call me in sick at school today. And that’s the last time I saw him.” The tears started to come then and she didn’t want to cry in front of them, particularly not in front of Vera Smith, but there was no way to stop it. She fumbled a Kleenex out of her purse and held it to her face.
“There, now,” Herb said, and put an arm around her. “There, now.” She cried, and it seemed to her in some unclear way that he felt better for having someone to comfort; his wife had found her own dark brand of comfort in Job’s story and it didn’t include him.
A few people turned around to gawk; through the prisms of her tears they seemed like a crowd. She had a bitter knowledge of what they were thinking: Better her than me, better all three of them than