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certainly hadn’t bared himself to any female. Staring at Will Parker while he performed his ablutions, Eleanor suddenly realized she was watching a very personal thing, and turned away guiltily.
    “Washcloth’s for you—use it.” She left the room to give him privacy.
    She returned several minutes later to find him shiny faced, buttoning up his shirt. “Got this.” She held up a yellow toothbrush. “It was Glendon’s, but I’ll clean it with soda if you don’t mind using it secondhand.”
    He did, but ran his tongue over his teeth and nodded. She fetched a cup, spooned in soda and filled it with boiling water from the teakettle. “Person oughta have a toothbrush,” she declared, stirring with Glendon Dinsmore’s.
    She handed it to Will along with a can of toothpowder, then stood and watched while he dumped some in his palm.
    Will didn’t like being watched. He’d been watched for five years and now that he was out he ought to be able to do his private business without feeling somebody’s eyes on him. But even with his back turned, he felt her scrutiny all the whilehe used her husband’s toothbrush, savoring the toothpowder that was so sweet he wanted to swallow it instead of spitting it out. When he finished, she ordered, “Well, set yourself down at the table.”
    She served him vegetable soup, hot and fragrant, thick with okra and tomato and beef. His hands rested beside the bowl while he fought the compulsion to gobble it like an animal. His stomach seemed to roll over and beg, but he hesitated, savoring not only the smell but the anticipation, and the fact that he was allowed as much time as he wanted—no bells would ring, no guards would prod.
    “Go ahead... eat.”
    It was different, being told by her instead of the guards. Her motives were strictly friendly. Her eyes followed his head as he dipped the spoon and lifted it to his lips.
    It was the best soup he’d ever tasted.
    “I asked how long since your last meal. You gonna tell me or not?”
    His glance flickered up briefly. “A couple of days.”
    “A couple of days!”
    “I stopped in a restaurant in town to read the want ads but there was a waitress there I didn’t particularly care for, so I moved on without eating.”
    “Lula Peak. She’s a good one to avoid, all right. She been chasin’ men since she was tall enough to sniff ‘em. So you been eating green apples a coupla days, have you?”
    He shrugged, but his glance darted briefly to the bread behind her.
    “There’s no disgrace in admitting you’ve gone hungry, you know.”
    But there was. To Will Parker there was. Just emerging from the jaws of the depression, America was still overrun with tramps, worthless vagrants who’d deserted their families and rode the flatcars aimlessly, begging for handouts at random doorsteps. During the past two months he’d seen—even ridden with—dozens of them. But he’d never been able to bring himself to beg. Steal, yes, but only in the most dire straits.
    She watched him eat, watched his eyes remain downcast nearly all the time. Each time they flicked up they seemed drawn to something behind her. She twisted in her chair to see what it was. The bread. How stupid of her. “Why didn’t you say you wanted some fresh bread?” she chided as she rose to get it.
    But he’d been schooled well to ask for nothing. In prison, asking meant being jeered at or baited like an animal and being made to perform hideous acts that made a man as base as his jailers. To ask was to put power into the sadistic hands of those who already wielded enough of it to dehumanize any who chose to cross them.
    But no woman with three fresh loaves could comprehend a thing like that. He submerged the ugly memories as he watched her waddle to the cabinet top and fetch a knife from a crock filled with upended utensils. She scooped up a loaf against her hip and returned to the table to slice off a generous width. His mouth watered. His nostrils dilated. His eyes