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Sweet Thyme Baby – 15

 

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Dee remembered two things about her mother. One was that she cried. All the time.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 14

 

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“Slow down, Lady. Give a guy a break, will you?”

 

“I’ve got a day’s work to do, Mr. Green. I’ve already wasted too much time.”


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 13

 

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In the orchard Sam Green asked, “How much fruit do you get off these trees?”

 

“We pick enough to sell all summer long in Sharon’s market. We have nectarines and peaches now, more than we know what to do with. And in the winter there are oranges, of course. The Meyer lemons bloom all year.”


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 12

 

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Dee watched Victor leave. Lance stepped forward and put his arm around her. She didn’t want it there but a sort of paralysis had invaded her body.

 

Lance asked, “What did that guy want?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. He’s gone.”

 

“I wouldn’t count on it.” Lance gave her a handkerchief but she wasn’t crying. She never cried. “I don’t think you’ve seen the last of him.”


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 11

 

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Across the patio and vegetable garden, Sissypuss stalked along the low stone wall. He was a predator and yet so beautiful Dee could forgive him the occasional show of brutality. He brought in mice and lizards; he tormented a baby possum between his paws; and he left his bird kill on top of the refrigerator where she’d be sure to see it, but she loved him anyway.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 10

 

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Sissypuss reclined on the edge of the patio. Though his eyes appeared closed, a slit of green was barely visible where his upper and lower lids did not quite meet. He had been lying still as cold caramel for almost an hour, his gaze narrowed on the vegetable garden, on a patch of romaine lettuce.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 9

 

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At about the same time that Lance was having his dream, Pinkus stood on the stretch of lawn beside a plum tree from which hung the baby’s basket. George sat nearby on a glider with a blue awning. A newspaper lay on the ground near his bare feet.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 8

 

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Lance put his shoulder to the gate and the old hinges screamed at him. He stepped into the garden and clanged the gate shut behind him. He was angry with Sharon and with himself for starting an argument he could not win. Still, it was to his credit that he had not capitulated. He had not gone with Sharon to the market as if Sunday were Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday. He had stood up for the word of God and had a right to feel proud of himself. They had parted without smiles. He had not kissed her. It bothered him that he had not – and then it bothered him that it bothered him. Even if it gave him a headache, a man had to be firm with his wife, it was the only way she would learn.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 7

 

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Sharon snapped a band around her pony tail.

 

“Sunday is the Lord’s day,” Lance said. “You give six days a week to the market. Can’t you give one to Jesus?”

 

“I went to church. I taught Sunday school.”

 

“Sharon, remember that passage from Timothy 3?”

 

“You know I don’t.”


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 6

 

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At the end of his life, Lance Whitby would remember that Sunday as the day he made a fatal misstep. When he was old and had forgotten his mother’s name and his son’s face, the memory would be there, as clear as ever it was. When he could no longer recite the Twenty-third Psalm without faltering, he would still see that morning’s slant of sun through the vertical blinds and the reflection off the dresser mirror onto Sharon’s sandy-colored hair. He would remember the premonition that struck him then – the first and only one he ever had.

 

The Sunday ahead would be important, second only to the day he was born.


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