The Secrets of Lake Road - Karen Katchur Page 0,88
and now she wanted answers. She put a pot of coffee on and sat across from her.
“Start from the beginning,” she said. Patricia told her about her parents, their divorce, and later, her awful marriage to Kyle, his affair, how she was alone, how she had no place to go, how she ended up back at the lake after all these years.
“It never left me,” Patricia said. “This place. The lake. It lived inside of me and became a part of me if that makes any sense. I thought by coming here, I would be saved from everything wrong in my life. I believed me and Sara would finally be happy if I could just get us back to the one place I always felt safe.”
Dee Dee understood better than anyone what the lake could do to you, how it could take ahold of you like a lover, drowning you with its beauty, how the mountains could blind you until you could no longer see that there was a whole other world out there, waiting for you, but by then it was too late, and you were too far gone to notice. No, it wasn’t safe at all.
“Why did you wait so long to come to me?” she asked.
“I had planned on coming our first night here. I was going to bake a pie. But Sara…” She broke off. “I swear, I only turned my back for a second,” she said. “I didn’t know what to do. Everything happened so quickly.”
Dee Dee reached for Patricia’s hand. “It’s not your fault. A second is all it takes for accidents to happen around here.” She sat quietly for awhile, letting Patricia cry.
When Patricia was able to collect herself, she lifted her head and started talking about Sara. She told Dee Dee about her pregnancy, how Sara had been an easy baby and an even sweeter child. She told her stories about Sara’s determination to tie her own shoes, how she loved bedtime stories and drawing pictures. She talked about Sara’s wild imagination and Sugar, the imaginary Doberman that lived in their attic. “One time during a snowstorm—you know the kind of storm you get around here in the mountains with a foot of snow—well, Sara insisted Sugar got out. She had me driving all over the neighborhood in the middle of the storm looking for her imaginary dog. And I did it. I did it for her. I’d do anything for her.”
She continued telling Dee Dee story after story about her daughter, their adventures, until Dee Dee felt as though she knew everything there was to know about the child. Hours later, when Patricia was talked out, clearly drained, Dee Dee suggested she lie down.
When she was sure Patricia was asleep, Dee Dee lit a cigarette and stepped onto the front porch. She stared out at the water. And for the first time in a long time, she let herself cry.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Caroline stormed into The Pop-Inn. Her heart was pounding, and she was out of breath. Her shirt was soaked with sweat, and she was pretty sure so was the pad between her legs. The thought made her queasy. She wasn’t ready for her period, not now, not with everything else making her life so miserable.
The screened-in porch was empty. She tore through the family room and found both Gram and her mother at the kitchen table. They looked up when Caroline barged in.
“What happened to you?” her mother asked.
Gram shot her mother a dirty look and rushed to Caroline’s side. “Your hand is bleeding,” Gram said. “And why are you so sweaty? What happened?” She removed the baseball cap and felt Caroline’s forehead with the back of her hand.
Caroline turned her head away. “I’m fine,” she said.
“No, you’re not. You’re overheated and you’re bleeding.” Gram pulled her by the arm and stuck her hand underneath the faucet at the kitchen sink. Once the dirt was washed away, she inspected the cut on her palm. “It doesn’t look too bad. You won’t need stitches.”
Gram poured a glass of lake water from the jug and handed it to her, which she gratefully accepted. She stared at her mother over the rim and gulped the water down in defiance, remembering her mother’s agitation the last time she filled the jug from the well. When the glass was empty, she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and said, “Mom, I have something to ask you.”