fixed straight ahead, as if she couldn’t hear him, and this would enrage him more so that he would invariably end up shouting halfway down the road, while Bennett slunk down in the passenger seat.
“You ain’t even all that pretty any more!”
“Do you think Margery is really okay with me staying at the cabin?” she would ask Fred afterward. “I don’t want to be in the way. But he’s right. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Fred would bite his lip, as if he wanted to say something he couldn’t.
“I think Margery likes having you around. Like all of us,” he would answer carefully.
She had started to notice new things about Fred: the confident way his hands rested on horses, the fluidity in the way he moved, not like Bennett who, despite his athleticism, had always seemed uncomfortable, restrained by his own muscles, as if movement could only burst out of him sporadically. She found excuses to stay late in the cabin, helping Sophia, who kept her lips pursed. She knew. Oh, they all knew.
“You like him, don’t you?” Sophia asked her outright, one night.
“Me? Fred? Oh, my. I—” she stammered.
“He’s a good man.” Sophia said it with the emphasis on good, as if she were comparing him to someone else.
“Were you ever married, Sophia?”
“Me, no.” Sophia raised a thread to her teeth and bit it through neatly. And just at the point where Alice wondered if she had yet again been too direct, she added: “Loved a man once. Benjamin. A miner. He was best friends with William. We knew each other since we were children.” She held her stitching up to the lamp. “But he’s dead now.”
“Did he . . . die in the mines?”
“No. Some men shot him. He was minding his business, just walking home from work.”
“Oh Sophia. I’m so sorry.”
Sophia’s expression was unreadable, as if she had had years of practice of hiding what she felt. “I couldn’t stay here for a long time. Took myself off to Louisville and put all my heart into working at the colored library there. Built something of a life, though I missed him every day. When I heard William had suffered his accident I prayed to God not to make me come back here. But you know, He has His ways.”
“Is it still difficult?”
“It was at first. But . . .” she shrugged, “things change. Ben died fourteen years ago now. The world moves on.”
“Oh no. That ship has sailed. Besides, I don’t fit nowhere. Too educated for most of the men around here. My brother would say too opinionated.” Sophia laughed.
“That sounds familiar,” said Alice, and sighed.
“I got William for company. We get by. And I’m hopeful. Things are good.” She smiled. “Got to count your blessings. I enjoy my job. I got friends here now.”
“That’s a little how I feel, too.”
Almost on impulse, Sophia reached out a slim hand and squeezed Alice’s. Alice squeezed back, struck by the unexpected comfort of a human touch. They held each other’s grip tightly and then, almost reluctantly, released it.
“I do think he’s kind,” said Alice, after a moment. “And . . . quite handsome.”
“Girl, all you’d have to do is say the word. That man’s been pining after you like a dog after a bone since the day I got here.”
“But I can’t, can I?”
Sophia looked up.
“Half the town thinks this library is a hotbed of immorality, and me at the heart of it. Can you imagine what they’d say about us if I took up with a man? A man who wasn’t my husband?”
She had a point, Sophia told William afterward. Just seemed a damn shame, two good people so glad to be in each other’s company.
“Well,” said William, “nobody ever said this world was going to be fair.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” said Sophia, and returned to her stitching, briefly lost in the memory of a man with an easy laugh who had never failed to make her smile, and the long-lost weight of his arm around her waist.
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She’s a schoolmistress, old Spirit,” Fred said, as they rode home in the encroaching dusk. He was wearing a heavy oilcloth jacket to keep off the thin rain, and the green scarf the librarians had bought him for Christmas was wrapped around his neck, as it had been every day since they’d given it to him. “You see it today? Every time this one spooked she