Carnal Innocence

throat. “It was close enough to truth.”
    She shook her head. “You pushed the wrong button, but that’s no excuse for saying something like that to you. I am sorry.”
    “Forget it.” He set aside the empty beer, and as much of the hurt as he could manage. They heard Burke shout, and though Tucker’s lips curved, she saw that thesmile didn’t reach his eyes. “Looks like we’re finally going to eat. Go on, take that jar out. I’ll be along.”
    “All right.” She paused at the door, wishing there was something she could say. But another apology was useless.
    When the door swung behind her, Tucker laid his forehead against the refrigerator. He didn’t know what he was feeling, didn’t have words for it. He hated that. His feelings had always come so easily, even the bad ones. But this morass of emotion that churned inside him at odd times was new, unpleasant, and more than a little frightening.
    He’d even dreamed of Edda Lou, and she’d come to him with her body torn and bloated with death. Moss and dank water had dripped from her hair, and her skin had oozed black blood as she pointed a skeletal finger at him.
    She had not had to speak for him to know what she meant. His fault. She was dead and it was his fault.
    Christ almighty, what was he going to do?
    “Tucker? Honey?” Josie slipped into the kitchen to curl an arm around him. “You feeling bad?”
    As bad as it gets, he thought, but let out a sigh. “Headache, that’s all.” He smiled as he turned to her. “Too much beer on an empty stomach.”
    She stroked his hair. “I’ve got aspirin in my purse. Extra-strength something or other.”
    “I’d rather have food.”
    “Let’s go get you a plate.” She kept her arm around him as she walked to the door and onto the porch. “Dwayne’s already mostly drunk, and I don’t want to have to haul both of you home. Especially since I’ve got a date tonight.”
    “Who’s the winner?”
    “That FBI doctor. He’s just cute enough to eat.” She chuckled and sent Teddy Rubenstein a wave. “I thought I’d try him out for Crystal. She’s been sending a lot of looks his way.”
    “You’re a true friend, Josie.”
    “I know it.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s get some of those ribs.”
    · · ·
    Beyond the old slave quarters with their heat-baked stone, beyond the cotton fields smelling of fertilizer and pesticides, was the dark, horseshoe-shaped pond that Sweetwater was named for.
    The water wasn’t so sweet now, as the poisons used to kill weevils and other crop pests seeped into the ground, generation after generation, and thence into the lake.
    But if it wasn’t fit to drink, if most would think twice or more about eating any fish caught there, it was still a nice sight under a crescent moon.
    Reeds danced languorously in the current and frogs talked and plopped. Cypress knees poked through the surface like old dark bones. The night was clear enough that you could see the gentle ripples on the surface made by mosquitoes and the creatures that snacked on them.
    Dwayne had shifted from the beer he’d drunk at Burke’s barbecue to his favorite, Wild Turkey. The bottle was only a quarter empty, but he was feeling miserably drunk. He’d have preferred to sit in the house and drink until he passed out, but Della would have laid into him. And he was sick to death of women picking at him.
    The letter from Sissy had him eagerly fueling his anger with whiskey. She was going to marry her shoe salesman. He didn’t care about that, he told himself. He didn’t give a flying fuck if she married some asshole who put his hands all over other people’s feet. Christ knew he didn’t want her—never had, if it came to that. But he’d be damned if she’d dangle his kids in front of him to try and soak him for more money.
    Expensive private schools, expensive clothes. He’d come through, hadn’t he, even when Sissy and her slick-haired lawyer had made it next to impossible for him to so much as see either of the boys. “Limited supervised visitations” they called it. Just because he liked to have a drink now and then.
    Scowling at the dark water, Dwayne guzzled more whiskey. They’d made him out to be some kind ofmonster, and he’d never laid a hand on those kids. Sissy either, if it came to that Though he’d been sorely tempted a time or two, just to show her her place.
    But he wasn’t a violent man, Dwayne reminded himself. Not like his own daddy had been. He could hold his