Spencerville

community, and men and women don’t live under the same roof if they’re not married.”
    “I trust her to practice what she’s been taught in church… and to follow our example
.” God help her
, Annie thought.
    Cliff regarded her a long time, then observed. “Yeah, there’s somethin’ on your mind.”
    “I just told you what was bothering me. Are you working tonight?”
    “Maybe. Hey, speaking of college, an old friend of yours is back in town.”
    She got up and took her glass to the refrigerator, opened it, and poured iced tea. Her hands were shaking.
    “You know who?”
    “No.”
    Cliff stood and put his hand on the refrigerator door before she could shut it. “I need a beer.” He took a can out, and she closed the door.
    He stood looking at her a few seconds, then asked again, “You don’t know who?”
    She made a decision and said, “Oh, you mean Keith Landry.”
    “You know who the hell I mean.”
    “I heard he was back.”
    “I’m sure you did. I am sure you did. What else did you hear?”
    “Nothing. Do you want dessert?”
    “I ain’t had dinner. Why do I want dessert?”
    “Are you going out for dinner?”
    “Don’t fuck with me, lady. I’m talkin’ to you.”
    “I’m listening, Cliff. Keith Landry is back in town. So what? Is there anything more?”
    “Well, now, that’s the question.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Jesus Christ, you fuckin’ women know how to jerk a guy off, don’t you?”
    “What do you want me to say, Cliff? He’s back in town. I heard it, you heard it. Why are you so angry at me?”
    They looked at each other, and of course they both knew exactly why Cliff Baxter was angry. He asked her, “Why didn’t you tell me he was back?”
    “It never crossed my mind.”
    “You’re full of shit.”
    “Don’t speak to me that way.” She felt a real anger rise up in her which overcame her fear. She raised her voice and said, “You may
not
speak to me that way. I’m leaving.” She threw her glass in the sink and turned toward the door.
    He grabbed her shoulder, spun her around, and held her arms. “You’re not goin’ nowhere.”
    “Stop it! Stop this! Let me go!”
    He took his hands off her and backed away. “Okay… I’m sorry. Okay, just calm down. Here, sit down. I just want to talk to you.”
    She didn’t trust him at all, but, reluctantly, she sat.
    He sat across from her and played with his beer can. Finally he said, “Well… you know how I am. I just get real jealous sometimes. And I got to thinking about your old boyfriend back in town, and I find out he’s single, and I guess I just got myself worked up. Now, you should be happy that I care so much about you. Right?”
    She thought of several sarcastic replies, any one of which would send him off the deep end. She said, “I understand. But I really don’t want to talk about this. There’s nothing to talk about.”
    “Well, but you can see how this is going to bother me.”
    “It shouldn’t.”
    “Why not? You mean a man who was fucking my wife is now livin’ down the road, and that shouldn’t bother me?”
    “Cliff… look, whatever I say is going to get you angry. If I say I don’t care if he’s down the road, you’ll take it wrong, if I say it bothers me that he’s here, you’ll take it—”
    Baxter slammed the table and the dishes, and Annie jumped. He said, “You fucked the guy for six fucking years. And all you got to say is I shouldn’t be fucking pissed off that he’s down the road. What if one of my old girlfriends was down the road? How’d you like that?”
    She wanted to remind him that he’d sometimes point out his old girlfriends to her and that all she felt was pity for them. Instead, she said, “I guess that would really bother me.”
    “You’re fucking right it would!”
    “Please don’t shout. I know you’re angry, but—”
    “Hey, you remember Cindy North? I fucked her for a year right before I started seeing you. What if she moved in next door and was single? Would that piss you off?”
    “Of course.”
    “Yeah. So I’m not supposed to be pissed off?”
    “I didn’t say that. Just don’t be angry at me. I didn’t do anything.”
    “But maybe you’d like to.”
    “Cliff, don’t say that.”
    “You remember the good times with him, don’t you?”
    “I don’t remember any of it. It was over twenty years ago.”
    He seemed almost surprised, she thought, that it was that many years. He said, “But when you heard he was