“You’re still working at the law office, Mary?” Katie asked.
“We’re taking a deposition this afternoon,” she explained, as though that made her someone important.
“Who’s getting divorced?” Katie asked. Everyone knew Slinkerhoff’s practice survived on marital unrest. When she’d passed his office a few minutes ago, she’d half expected to see a sign posted near the door saying, “Leave him now. Ask me how.”
“This isn’t a divorce case,” Mary said. “It’s a criminal trial.”
Katie shifted her purse to the other arm. “Slinkerhoff is moving into criminal law?”
“His nephew is accused of robbing two houses in your old neighborhood,” Mike explained.
“His nephew?” Katie responded. “I didn’t realize he had a nephew.”
“You’ve probably seen him around,” Mike said. “He’s got to be twenty-two.”
“Oh.” Katie thought the mother of Slinkerhoff’s young nephew would be much better off hiring an attorney from Boise to defend him, preferably someone who knew what he was doing. But who was she to offer advice? She only knew that Warren Slinkerhoff and his sidekick, Mary, were the last two people she’d trust with the freedom of anyone she loved.
“You planning to go back to work at Hair and Now?” Mike asked.
“No, I’m looking for something else.” She kept her answer vague because she didn’t want to face Mary’s reaction to the truth.
“That’s too bad.” He pulled his cowboy hat a little lower. “No one cuts hair as well as you do.”
“I could come out to your place and give you a trim once in a while,” she said. Staying on her feet for only one or two cuts certainly couldn’t hurt the baby, and Lord knew she needed the money.
He grinned. “That’d be great. Give me a call once you get settled.”
Their exchange was simple enough, but Mary’s eyes narrowed and her gaze suddenly dropped to Katie’s feet. “Are you wearing sandals for a reason?” she asked.
“I bought them in San Francisco.” Katie smiled as though her shoes weren’t completely out of season.
Mike shrugged indifferently. “They’re nice.”
Mary chuckled and shook her head. “There’s snow on the ground, silly,” she said, then she tugged on Mike’s arm, scarcely giving him a moment to wave, and they were gone.
Katie watched them drive away in a new champagne-colored Escalade before trudging into the restaurant. “What do guys see in her?” she muttered, but when the bell jingled over the door, she promptly forgot about Mary. She needed some sort of break. And she hoped to find it here.
The place was packed, as usual. Several waitresses wearing maroon uniforms bustled around, carrying plates back and forth, getting drinks, taking orders. Judy was busy wiping the coffee area, so Katie sidled up to the bar between an older man and a woman with a young girl. Nothing at Jerry’s had changed since she’d left. Katie felt momentarily relieved about that. She wanted to go back in time….
“I’ll be with you in a second, hon,” Judy said in her deep smoker’s voice and rushed off, carrying a stack of menus.
Katie toyed with the sweetener packets next to the napkin-holder, trying to distract herself from the food coming out of the kitchen. The smell of onion rings, French fries and burgers was making her stomach growl. But she wasn’t about to spend her last twenty bucks on lunch when she’d already had breakfast.
Judy returned a moment later, her weathered face breaking into a smile. “So our girl’s come home, huh?” she said. “When did you get back?”
“Last night.”
“How long you planning to stay?”
“For a few months, at least.”
“Great.” She wiped up a spill on the back counter, near the hot chocolate machine, then tossed her cleaning rag into the sink and pulled a pad and pencil from the pocket of her apron. “What can I get you?”
Jerry’s Giant Baconburger sounded good. Katie nearly broke down and ordered it, but $5.85 was $5.85. “Nothing, thanks. I stopped by to talk to you, if you’ve got a minute.”
Judy’s shoes made a sticking sound as she moved closer. The floor obviously needed to be mopped, and the lamp-shades needed dusting. But folks ate at Jerry’s because the prices were right and the portions were large. They weren’t excessively concerned with cleanliness. “What’s up, kiddo?”
The man on Katie’s right had his face close to his plate, devouring an open-face turkey sandwich. The child on her left picked at a club sandwich. Both meals looked so good. Forcing her attention away from the food, Katie said, “Louise told me she heard your daughter might be quitting her job over at the video store. I was wondering if that’s true.”
“It better not be,” she said. “She’s got to buy diapers and formula for Nathan.”
“So she’s not going back to school?”
Judy shielded a quick cough. “No. She talks about it constantly, but she blew her chance at school when she got pregnant. If she’s going to live with me, she has to contribute.”
“I see. Of course.” Katie tried not to let her disappointment show, although she had no idea where she could turn next.
“You looking for a job, kid?”
“Yeah.”
“What about doing hair?”
“I—I can’t do hair right now.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t be on my feet.”
“That pretty much narrows things down.” She shoved her pad and pencil back into her apron.
Katie blinked several times, once again fighting tears. She wanted to say, “Everything will be fine.” Only the words wouldn’t come.
Judy moved closer. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
Katie knew she could lie and keep people guessing for a few weeks, or at least until she began to show. But there wasn’t much point, not anymore. She’d already applied for every job available and been repeatedly turned down. And everyone was going to find out eventually. Especially if her mother and Booker were sharing what they knew of her situation. “I’m pregnant,” she said. “My doctor told me I could lose the baby if I don’t take things easy.”
Leaning on the bar, Judy lowered her voice. “Where’s that fella you married?”