pause in midmeal, his fork forgotten in his hand, and look at Dodge with a steady, unblinking glare that, in a more magical land than this one, would have reduced his brother-in-law to ash.
At dinner that night, Dodge regaled the family with the story of the day’s rooster surgery. “Now, there’s a woman who can do everything,” Dodge declared, and I glanced up uneasily at the unexpected praise. “Can use hand tools and power tools, knows how to split a log and neuter a rooster, and can still cook a decent meal. She’s got you outclassed and outgunned, Cade. I bet she can shoot worth a damn, too.”
“If I’m in the right mood,” I conceded. Dave always claimed there were bears in the woods around Southridge and had made sure every member of his staff could hit a target with both handgun and rifle. I had never seen a bear or any sign of one around the place, but I was pretty confident I could shoot one if it ever proved true.
“See, she’s one up on you,” Dodge told Cade.
“I know how to shoot a gun,” Cade argued. “Dad taught me when I was Matthew’s age. I just don’t want to hang out in the woods with you and your compadres, shooting up beer cans.”
“You should come along one day anyhow. Spend some time outdoors. You’re lookin’ pretty pale these days. Getting that desk-jockey look about you.”
Cade scowled at Dodge across the table, and I knew he had hit a nerve. Back in Maryland Cade had run at least five miles every morning, but here the farm chores left no time for that before work, and in the evenings he was too tired. He couldn’t go tanning here either, and made self-conscious remarks to me about his increasingly wintry complexion. A few days before, I’d caught him looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, peeling down the waistband of his boxers to check for contrast, then rubbing his stomach as if to reassure himself it was still flat.
“Jill, you can come out, too,” Dodge said magnanimously, in a tone that made me suspect I was the first female he had ever invited into the boys’ club. “The two of you can compete. Make whatever bets amongst yourselves, like a good husband and wife.”
Candy giggled. Cade looked at me and rolled his eyes. In spite of my distaste for Dodge, the idea sounded like fun. It would be something to do at least, an interesting break from the monotony of our day-to-day routine. It might be good for Cade, too, to get his head back into the kinds of things people did up here instead of all the things he felt he was missing. I smiled and said, “Sure, I’m up for it. Why not?”
He narrowed his eyes at me before focusing down on his plate, stabbing at his potatoes as if it was personal.
* * *
“He needs to just relax and take a breather,” said Leela, wrapping a barn star in bubble wrap and slipping it into a shipping box. “Dodge has some funny ideas about things, and goodness knows that shouldn’t be any shock to Cade. And he’s always got to get all worked up anyhow.”
We were standing in Leela’s attic workroom, me with the roll of bubble wrap and a pair of scissors, Leela with the priority mail packing labels and boxes and a pen. On the desk the laptop was open to the eBay screen so Leela could get addresses, and indeed it did have a slip of electrical tape over the webcam’s camera lens. I cut off another length of wrap and rolled it around a star as she addressed the label in her spidery handwriting.
“You wouldn’t think they would dislike each other so much,” she went on, her voice a little distracted, “Dodge and Cade, two of a kind as they are. Both of them are men of strong opinions. Both have the stubborn idea that anyone who doesn’t agree with them must just be flat stupid. And their opinions aren’t so different, but I suppose it’s enough that each thinks the other is a dummy. Of course, Cade’s only twenty-one. He’s got lots of growing left to do. Dodge, I don’t know what his excuse is.”
“Maybe that he never expanded his horizons.”
“Maybe. It does a body good to get out and see the world. Elias sure is better off for it. Did you see what he brought me back?”
I shook my head, trying to