greeting before returning his attention to the plate mounded with food in front of him.
âThis is my son, Matthew, who seems to have forgotten his manners. Can you say, âGood morning,â Matthew?â
The silence grew while Fayette waited. Finally, without swallowing his mouthful of food, Matthew mumbled a greeting. Fayette looked as if she had more to say but shook her head instead. Her cheer sounded forced.
âMatthewâs going with the youth group from church today. They wonât be back until supper, and who knows what theyâll find for lunch, so heâs stocking up before he goes.â
Matthew had been sneaking glances at Lainie as he ate. She had nearly finished her tea before he spoke. âThatâs a cool tattoo.â
Lainie glanced over her shoulder at the hummingbird caught there in midflight. âThanks.â
Matthew leaned back for a better look. âGot any others?â
âMatthew! Thatâs none of your business.â Fayette sounded shocked, but her son ignored her.
âIâm gonna get a tattoo as soon as Iâm eighteen. Gonna start with a piece of barbwire around my bicep. Iâve got some other really cool ideas too.â
âIâve told you that you could get one now if it said âMom.ââ Fayette brought another glass of milk. âA nice big heart with âMomâ on it, and maybe some little cupids flying around? Iâd even help you pay for that one.â
Matthew rolled his eyes, drained his milk in one swallow, and stood up. He was even taller than Lainie thought, well over six feet, and after a big meal, he probably managed to tip the scale at 150. âI gotta go. Can I have some money for lunch?â
âGive me a kiss first.â
âMom, come on. I gotta leave.â
âNo kiss, no money.â
Matthew rolled his eyes again and leaned over and kissed the air somewhere in the vicinity of Fayetteâs head.
âNope, thatâs not going to do it.â She tapped her cheek. âYou want to eat before the sun goes down, you plant a kiss right here.â
âMom!â
Fayette just stood tapping her cheek. Matthew sighed, rolled his eyes yet again, and leaned down. Due to some quick maneuvering by Fayette, he actually made contact this time.
âThere now, that didnât kill you, did it?â Fayette dug into her apron pocket for tip money. âHave a good time, sweetie. See you at supper.â
Matthew didnât duck this time when Fayette reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes, but he didnât look back when he left either.
âNice kid.â Lainie turned back to the counter.
âYeah, heâs a good boy at heart. But I worry about him. Heâs just busting to get out of this little town. Thereâs not that much to keep a boy out of trouble, especially in summer. The youth group is taking a trip out to the desert today to look at a bunch of petroglyphs theyâve all seen a hundred times. But pull that old church bus around to the front of the building, and everybody just piles on. Theyâd go on a field trip to the dump, just to get out of town for a while.â
Lainie had no idea what she was supposed to say. She didnâtknow anything about kids, and furthermore, she didnât blame them for wanting out. She grabbed at the first thought that went through her head. âOh, heâll be okay.â
Fayette sighed. âI know. I guess moms just worry.â She gestured at the window behind Lainie. âLooks like Mannyâs back. Do you need to talk to him?â
Lainie swung around and looked out the window. Her belongings were no longer spread over the tavern parking lot, and Rayâs truck was gone. Manny had backed the tow truck to the rear of Lainieâs car and was hooking it up. She had no desire to talk to him or to Ray for a long, long time. âHeâs buying my car from me, so I guess Iâll have to