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Six

Glen Patterson knew his brother well enough to recognize when there was something on his mind. And this past week, Cal hadn’t been himself.

For several years following the breakup of his engagement to Jennifer Healy, who’d walked out on him less than forty-eight hours before the wedding, Cal had been withdrawn, uncommunicative. Then Jane Dickinson came to Promise, and his brother’s personality was gradually transformed. That was four years ago. After meeting Jane, Cal had become more optimistic and relaxed about life. It was increasingly obvious to Glen—if not to Cal—that his brother had fallen in love. Glen was, to say the least, relieved. In his view, marriage to Jane was the best thing that could have happened to Cal. Jane had restored the person he used to be, before Jennifer. But Glen sensed that something was wrong now, and he prayed it wasn’t with his brother’s marriage.

They were in the process of branding cattle and had finished for the day. They climbed into the pickup, then headed toward the barn in silence. Glen made a few brief attempts at conversation, but Cal’s lack of responsiveness unnerved him. No teasing, no laughing, no jokes. Every once in a while, he studied Cal surreptitiously, unsure what to say.

“Everything all right with Jane and the baby?” he asked as casually as he could when Cal parked the pickup behind the barn.

“Fine,” Cal snapped.

“Don’t bite my head off,” Glen snapped back. “If you wanna be mad, then be mad, but I’d like to know what you’re mad about. I’m funny that way.”

That comment elicited a weak grin. Then, for no reason Glen could discern, Cal turned abruptly and walked into the barn.

“You been to see Mom and Dad lately?” Cal asked when Glen followed him. He sat down on a bale of hay, removed his hat and leaned forward, resting both arms on his knees.

“Of course I have.” He was the brother who lived in town, after all. Glen saw their parents every week, sometimes two or three times. He and Ellie bowled in a couples’ league on Thursday nights and his parents baby-sat Johnny. He often stopped by for a quick visit. And they saw each other at church on Sundays. Come to think of it, though, his parents’ attendance had slipped in the past few months.

“Notice anything different?” Cal asked next.

Glen considered their last few visits and shook his head. “Not really.”

Cal gritted his teeth. “Is the entire world blind?” he muttered. “Am I the only one who can see there’s something going on?”

“What’s wrong with Mom and Dad?” This was beginning to irritate Glen.

“I told you they aren’t accepting reservations, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. But that’s their decision, don’t you think?”

Cal ignored his question and asked another. “How long has it been since they had guests?”

“They want a break,” Glen said with a shrug. “Frankly, it’s none of our business what they do.”

Cal was silent a moment. Then he asked, “When was the last time you sat down and actually talked to them?”

“I do every week.” But did he? Glen paused to give the matter more thought and realized that when he and Ellie dropped Johnny off on Thursday nights, they rarely spent more than a few minutes chatting with his parents. After bowling, it was too late for anything other than a quick exchange.

“I can’t remember the last time Mom had us over for Sunday dinner. Can you?”

Now that he thought of it, Ellie had said something along those lines earlier this week. He hadn’t really responded. He figured he saw his parents often enough without their inviting him over for dinner. It wasn’t a big deal. Was it?

“Then you really haven’t noticed...” Cal sounded less sure of himself now.

“Noticed what?”

Cal didn’t answer immediately. “I’m not sure I want to say.”

“If you’re so all-fired worried, then why don’t you ask Mom and Dad yourself?” Glen suggested.

Again Cal hesitated.

“Obviously something’s really bothering you here—even if I can’t figure out what. You need to talk to them. Hell, I’ll go with you, if for no other reason than to get this burr out from under your saddle.”