only did Nana love the Atlanta Braves with a feverish passion that struck Beth as ridiculous, but she loved any and all memorabilia associated with the team. Which explained, of course, the Atlanta Braves coffee cups stacked near the snack counter, the Atlanta Braves pennants on the walls, the Atlanta Braves desk calendar, and the Atlanta Braves lamp near the window.
Even with the door open, the air in the office was stifling. It was one of those hot, humid summer days great for swimming in the river but unfit for anything else. Her shirt was soaked with perspiration, and because she was wearing shorts, her legs kept sticking to the vinyl chair she sat in. Every time she moved her legs, she was rewarded with a sort of sticky sound, like peeling tape from a cardboard box, which was just plain gross.
While Nana considered it imperative to keep the dogs cool, she’d never bothered to add cooling ducts that led to the office. “If you’re hot, just prop the door to the kennels open,” she’d always said, ignoring the fact that while she didn’t mind the endless barking, most normal people did. And today there were a couple of little yappers in there: a pair of Jack Russell terriers that hadn’t stopped barking since Beth had arrived. Beth assumed they’d barked nearly all night, since most of the other dogs seemed grumpy as well. Every minute or so, other dogs joined in an angry chorus, the sounds rising in pitch and intensity, as if every dog’s sole desire was to voice its displeasure more loudly than the next. Which meant there wasn’t a chance on earth that she was going to open the door to cool off the office.
She toyed with the idea of going up to the house to fetch another glass of ice water, but she had the funny feeling that as soon as she left the office, the owners who’d dropped off their cocker spaniel for obedience training would show up. They’d called half an hour ago, telling her that they were on their way—“We’ll be there in ten minutes!”—and they were the kind of people who would be upset if their cocker spaniel had to sit in a kennel for a minute longer than she had to, especially after spending two weeks away from home.
But were they here yet? Of course not.
It would have been so much easier if Ben were around. She’d seen him in church that morning with his father, and he’d looked as glum as she’d expected. As always, it hadn’t been a lot of fun for him. He’d called before going to bed last night and told her that Keith had spent a good chunk of the evening sitting alone on the porch outside while Ben cleaned the kitchen. What, she wondered, was that about? Why couldn’t he just enjoy the fact that his son was there? Or simply sit and talk with him? Ben was just about the easiest kid to get along with, and she wasn’t saying that because she was biased. Well, okay, she admitted, maybe she was a little biased, but as a teacher, she’d spent time with lots of different kids and she knew what she was talking about. Ben was smart. Ben had a zany sense of humor. Ben was naturally kind. Ben was polite. Ben was great, and it made her crazy to realize that Keith was too dumb to see it.
She really wished she were inside the house doing . . . something. Anything. Even doing laundry was more exciting than sitting out here. Out here, she had way too much time to think. Not only about Ben, but about Nana, too. And about whether she would teach this year. And even the sad state of her love life, which never failed to depress her. It would be wonderful, she thought, to meet someone special, someone to laugh with, someone who would love Ben as much as she did. Or even to meet a man with whom she could go to dinner and a movie. A normal man, like someone who remembered to put his napkin in his lap in a restaurant and opened a door for her now and then. That wasn’t so unreasonable, was it? She hadn’t been lying to Melody when she’d said her choices in town were slim, and she’d be the first to admit that she was picky, but aside from the short time with Adam, she’d spent every