As the World Churns (28 page)
“Mary Ruth Westheimer?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Alison isn’t there. I called.”
She shrugged casually. “Well, that’s what she said on her cell phone when that guy was giving us a ride. I thought she was talking to you- But hey, it’s not like she doesn’t lie to me too. Alison’s awfully smart.”
I counted to three in order to properly absorb the compliment to my stepdaughter,
then
I morphed into manic mom mode. How dare that child ask permission to stay with a nice Christian family for the weekend, when all along her goal was to hang out with the likes of the Nichols cousins? As I huffed and I puffed, possibly even pawed the carpet, the most salient point popped into my perennially alliterative mind.
“
What
guy? Who gave you the ride?”
“I dunno. Just some dude who was driving by.”
My instinct, which I suppressed, was to grab Levina by the shoulders and shake the words out of her.
“When?”
I demanded.
“Where?
I want details!”
“You ain’t gonna snitch to my mom, are you?”
“A snitch in time stops crime.” I slapped my wisecracking mug lightly. “But these lips are sealed, dear.”
“I ain’t your dear, and you gotta swear that you won’t say
nothing
to my mom. She thinks my aunt picked me up from school.”
“In her spare time between the three jobs?”
“Is that, like, sarcasm, Miss Yoder?”
“Undoubtedly so.
But you have my word, Levina. All I want to know is the whereabouts of Alison.”
“Make her swear,” the resident Nichols girl hissed. “Like on a Bible or something-only we don’t got one of those.”
“She can’t
swear
swear,” Levina said, much to my surprise. “She’s one of them old-fashioned Mennonites. Kinda like being Diet Amish.”
“Oh.”
Levina turned back to me. “If you rat me out, Miss Yoder, you’ll be sorry.”
“Duly noted.
Now spill.”
Levina was a big girl; not just chunky, but tall and raw-boned. One could easily imagine her in a Viking helmet-the kind with horns-yet her voice was soft and reedy, more befitting a ten-year-old than a young woman. Every few words, she paused to lick the corners of her mouth.
“We was ditching school, you see, on account of my aunt really didn’t have time to pick us up, and my mom-well, you don’t want to ride with her once she starts drinking. So you see, Miss Yoder, we was being safe.”
“Your logic is far better than your grammar. Continue, please.”
“So we tell my mom that we’re coming here after school, only we never show up at school-we ain’t the only ones who sneak into the woods when the bus driver ain’t looking.”
“Isn’t there supposed to be a teacher out front?”
“Yeah,
there’s
two of them. But Miss Hanson and Mr. Sullivan got the hots for each other, and they
don’t never
see what’s going on. Anyway, me and Alison was gonna walk from Hernia all the way into Bedford, but this truck pulls up, see, and this guy offers us a ride. We say sure, because it’s like ten or twenty miles into Bedford, so Alison gets in first, ’cause she says she knows this guy. I throw my backpack up on the seat beside Alison, but before I could climb in, he takes off.” Her tone turned plaintive. “Miss Yoder, I had to walk all the way here, plus that dude’s got my stuff, and
it wasn’t just junk neither
. My Gaps were in there.”
“What about Alison?”
“I ain’t seen her since then.”
“And you didn’t call me?” I wanted to throttle her thick neck.
“Hey, I didn’t think it was, like, any kind of emergency.
Except for my Gaps being stolen.
I mean, she knew this dude-at least she said she did.”
“Did you hear his name?”
She shook her thick, dark blond mane.
“Nah.
But you could just tell them two knew each other. She weren’t afraid of him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
By now, my legs were wobbly, so I elected to sit on an overstuffed chair-one that bore the remains of someone’s breakfast. Crushed Cheerios and sticky milk stains were suddenly meaningless.
“Levina, do you know what Alison’s dad-uh, my hus-band-looks like?”
“Yeah, who doesn’t? I mean, he’s really good-looking for an old guy, Miss Yoder. At least that’s what the other girls say. I wish my dad-”
“Was it him?”
Her locks got another workout.
“Nah.”
Denial is not just the name of an Egyptian river. Who knew that I could be so good at it? Ever since my wedding night, I’d been living with the fear of Melvin Stoltzfus resurfacing in Hernia, but up until this moment, I had not entertained the possibility that Alison’s whereabouts might be linked to the murdering mantis. Neither had I considered this an explanation for Gabe’s disappearance.
I exhaled deeply several times, all the while praying for strength. “Levina, did this man with the pickup truck have a huge head set on a spindly neck, and did his eyes bulge and look in separate directions?”
“You mean like that police chief we used to have?”
“Exactly!”
“Nah, it weren’t him. This guy was more regular-looking.”
“Regular-looking?
What does that mean? Can’t you remember anything else?”
She gave my questions a second or two of thought. “Honestly, Miss Yoder, I didn’t look at him all that much. Him being old and all, there weren’t
no
point. Then when he took off with my Gaps, I was so ticked I gave him the finger.”
“A lady doesn’t offer the finger, unless they’re ladyfingers, and in which case they should be served with hot chocolate that’s topped with whipped cream.”
“Geesh!
You’re even crazier than I thought.”
“Coming from you, that is indeed a compliment.”
“And who the heck says
indeed
all the time? That’s just plain weird. I mean, ain’t that Spanish or something?”
“Definitely something.
Now focus, dear. What color was the truck? Was it a pickup? What make? Did you see the license plate?”
Despite the fact that it was still April and cool outside, the big gal was wearing shorts, and a tank top that exposed a considerable portion of her midriff. But it was downright cold inside the Nichols apartment, and I could see the gooseflesh on her tummy and hefty biceps.
“It was a truck. That’s all I know. A pickup, I guess-you know, like one of them trucks that’s been hauling them cow trailers into town all week. It might have been
white,
or a light color like that. Oh yeah, and it smelled like cow manure.” She actually used a less polite word, one Ida might have uttered, had she tried to say “sit.”
Although mine is an unscientific poll, let it be known that it is easier to squeeze water from a stone than it is to extract facts from a fourteen-year-old on a subject about which she is uninterested. It was time to quit while Levina merely disdained my mental state. After all, I might need to put the screws to her again.
“Thank you, dear, you’ve been very helpful.”
“Yeah, I guess I have. So, you gonna pay me?”
“
Pay
you?
For what?”
“You know, like they pay them TV whatchamacallits.”
“They’re called interments,” the cousin pronounced with utmost confidence. “It’s a fancy word for tattletales.”
Suddenly, the goose that had been puckering Levina’s tummy pranced over my grave.
32
With Ida and Agnes to support me, I filed a missing person’s report with the
Although I didn’t like it, I understood the sheriff’s position. What I couldn’t understand was Gabe’s position on his precious mother. Why had he agreed to have her live with him when he was single?
And now with us?
If it was to cut his meat for him- well, I’ve heard that capuchin monkeys have been trained to do similar things for the blind.
“So maybe,” Ida said, pointing a stubby finger at the sheriff’s midsection, “my son has run avay from his vife.”
“Excuse me?”
“That would be me,” I said. “I’m the vife.”
“Such a bossy voman you heff never seen.”
Sheriff Dewlapp stroked his neck. “Well, my wife can be pretty,
uh,
directive-but I would never consider skipping out on her. Not without at least leaving a note.”
“Yah?
But
mit
a note you vould?”
“I’m not saying that-”
“You might as well save your breath, sheriff. The elder Mrs. Rosen hates my innards. You see, I’ve committed the terrible crime of getting her son to love me. Plus, I refused to take her along on our honeymoon.”
He smiled. “That bad, are you, Magdalena?”
“Even worse.
Her precious baby boy and I danced the mattress mambo-if you get my drift.
More than once, in fact.
Not that it’s anyone’s business.”
“Oy, such a mouse on dis von.
Eez it any vonder my Gabeleh’s gone back to
“
“Yah, dat eez vhere vee leef.”
“Dat eez vhere
you
leef,” I snapped.
“Gabe leefs here.”
“Ladies, please, I don’t speak Jewish.”
“It’s not Jewish, sheriff. It’s English with an accent-one that seems to get worse by the minute. And if you believe her preposterous story that my husband ran out on me, then don’t think for one minute that I’m going to continue to contribute to your reelection fund.”
“Why, Magdalena Yoder, is that a threat?”
“Don’t be silly, dear. We still have freedom of speech in this country, and I’m simply exercising that right. Besides, I didn’t say that I
wouldn’t
continue my support, I merely told you not to think it.”
“Miss Yoder-uh, Rosen-for someone who disapproves of dancing-with the notable exception of the bossa nova-you have mighty fine footwork.”
“You really think so?”
“Absolutely.
You ever consider being a lawyer?”
“What? And lie?”
“With your record of stretching the truth, they might even waive law school. All you’d have to do is take the bar exam.”
“That is really not fair to lawyers,” Agnes said stoutly. “Many of them are more ethical than Magdalena.”
“Et tu, Brute?”
“I told youse to stop speaking Jewish,” the sheriff snapped. “Now ladies, I’ve done all I can do for the moment. Go get yourselves a bite of supper or something.”
We chose the bite.
