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me like a cockleburr, irritating and hard to dislodge.

I found myself wondering what Angel would do with herself all day. It wasn't really any of my business; but I am curious about the people around me. They're what I use to keep myself entertained.

I put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, wiped the counters, and went upstairs to get dressed. After wearing all my new "honeymoon" clothes, it was nice to get back into my oldest blue jeans and my mystery bookstore Tshirt. I did put on some makeup, so as not to give Martin too complete a shock when he came home today. I had picked out my red-framed glasses to wear and was brushing my hair and planning my day when I heard a double rap on the kitchen door. Angel was wearing one of those spandex exercise outfits that practically outline your arteries and veins. This bra-and-shorts combination was in a striking black and pink flame design. She had a warmup jacket on over the bra. Her legs were long columns of muscle ending in heavy pink socks and black running shoes. "Welcome back," she said briefly.

"Come in."

"Just for a minute."

"Thanks for arranging all the furniture."

She shrugged and managed a smile. It suddenly dawned on me that Angel was shy. "I just dropped by before my run to tell you that later, when you're ready, I can come help you move the living-room stuff into the position you want. We just kind of put it to where it looked like a real room, but I figured you would want to rearrange when you got home." Angel had to look down and down at me, but she didn't seem either to mind or to feel it gave her an edge. "Angel, what are you exactly?"

"Huh?"

"Are you my employee? Martin's employee, like Shelby? If so, what's your job description? I feel like I'm missing something." I hoped I wasn't being rude, but it made me feel uneasy, her doing me all these favors, since she wasn't a personal friend. If she was getting paid for it, that was another matter.

That proved to be the case.

"Martin pays Shelby and me," she answered after looking at me consideringly for a moment. "Of course, Shelby gets a paycheck from the plant, but we get some money besides. For helping you all out here. Because this house is a little far from town, out of earshot. .. and Martin's gone a lot, Shelby tells me." "Sit down, please." We faced each other over the table. "What does helping me out include?"

"Ah... well. Working in the yard, this is a lot of yard to keep trimmed and mowed and planted. And if you need heavy things done in the house. And to house-sit when you go somewhere and Martin's gone, too... like that." We regarded each other intently. This was very interesting. What on earth had this woman's life been like?

"Thanks, Angel," I said finally, and she shifted a little in her chair. "Have a good run." She rose without haste, nodded, and drifted to the kitchen door, which opened onto the backyard.

"I'll be thinking about the living room while you run, and maybe later after you shower and everything, you could come over."

"Sure," she said, sounding relieved. "Should be about an hour, maybe a little longer."

"Fine." And I closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and wondered what she hadn't told me.

At the end of a morning spent moving heavy objects, I knew a little more about Angel. She and Shelby had been married for seven years. They had worked together on their previous job. What that job was, was vague. I am southern enough to have trouble asking direct questions; I'd used up my quota for the day that morning in the kitchen. And Angel, whether deliberately or not, did not respond to anything but flat-out bald-faced directness. I still had no clear fix on her character.

Martin had a lunch meeting that day, and Mother was taking some clients out, so I sat down at the kitchen table and worked out a meal plan for the week, which was one of the things I'd heard good housewives did, and shopped at the grocery accordingly. I'd cooked for Martin before, of course, and he'd grilled meat for us many times, but this would be the first meal I'd cooked for him as his wife in our new home, and I thought it should be fancy, but not so fancy that he got