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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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Sweet Thyme Baby – 5

 

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“Come here, Dee.” George lifted the baby out of the basket and laid him tummy down across his lap. Pinkus came out of the kitchen and tilted the reading light so its beam lay on the baby’s back. George tugged down his diaper – extemporized from a red and blue striped tea towel – and revealed a round brown butt like two bran muffins side by side. “Look.”

 

Scabs and scars, round, the size of blueberries. A dozen of them. Dee put her finger on one. The fresh scar tissue was slightly raised.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 4

 

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Dee did not like surprises that came in the middle of the night. Maggie stood on the threshold patting her chest with the palm of her hand. Breathless. “They’ve found something. In the garden.”


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 3

 

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Dee dropped onto her bed and stared up at the skylight Con had hired a contractor to cut in the ceiling of her room under the eaves on the third floor. He had thought he was doing her a favor, which made sense given that the first thing he did every morning, before breakfast or a shower, was walk outside and spread his arms so the garden’s generous light touched every part of him, front and back. In his youth – which in Con had lasted way into his fifties – he stood naked and claimed the light made him virile. In his old age he kept his night shirt on and said the light melted the ice crust that grew in his joints at night. He had never considered that Dee might prefer a room tucked so deep in the eaves that even the orange gasps of the dying sun could not reach her.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 2

 

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The garden, which Dee would soon learn she had inherited from Con and Carlotta Ryan along with certain restrictions and despairs, ran north and south along a stretch of San Diego coastline called Point Loma, between College Road and Ryan’s Overlook, a stretch characterized by steep and eroded sandstone cliffs pounded by voracious surf.


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Sweet Thyme Baby – 1

SWEET THYME BABY

A novel by

Drusilla Campbell

 

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For Peggy

 

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There are other worlds around us.

 

Too often, we pass through them unknowing, seeing but blind, hearing but deaf, touching but not feeling, contained by the limits of our senses, the banality of our imaginations….

 

Hugh Raffles

 

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