He dragged the mop through water, beer, glass, and blood, muttering to himself. "Australia's just where I'd be if I had any sense left. Damn woman's complicating things. Better off just cutting loose there." He kicked over another chair because it felt good, then shook shards of glass from the mop into the bucket.
"Who had a fight?" Seth wanted to know.
Cam turned and narrowed his eyes at the boy standing in the doorway. "I kicked Phillip's ass."
"What for?"
"Because I wanted to."
With a nod, Seth walked around the puddle and got a Pepsi out of the fridge. "If you kicked his ass, how come you're bleeding?"
"Maybe I like to bleed." He finished mopping up while the boy stood watching him. "What's your problem?" Cam demanded.
"I got no problem."
Cam shoved the bucket aside with his foot. The least Phillip could do was empty it somewhere. He went to the sink and bad-temperedly picked glass out of his arm. Then he got out the whiskey, righted a chair, and sat down with the bottle and a glass.
He saw Seth's eyes slide over the bottle and away. Deliberately Cam poured two fingers of Johnnie Walker into a glass. "Not everybody who drinks gets drunk," he said. "Not everybody who gets drunk—as I may decide to do—knocks kids around."
"Don't know why anybody drinks that shit anyway."
Cam knocked back the whiskey. "Because we're weak, and stupid, and it feels good at the time."
"Are you going to Australia?"
Cam poured another shot. "Doesn't look like it"
"I don't care if you go. I don't care where the hell you go." The underlying fury in the boy's voice surprised them both. Flushing, Seth turned and raced out the door.
Well, hell, Cam thought and shoved the whiskey aside. He pushed away from the table and hit the door as Seth streaked across the yard to the woods.
"Hold it!" When that didn't slow the boy down, Cam put some mean into it. "Goddamn it, I said hold it!" This time Seth skidded to a halt. When he turned around, they stared at each other across the expanse of grass, temper and nerves vibrating from them in all but visible waves.
"Get your butt back over here. Now."
He came, fists clenched, chin jutting out. They both knew he had nowhere to run. "I don't need you."
"Oh, the hell you don't. I ought to kick your ass for being stupid. Everybody says you've got some genius brain in there, but if you ask me you're dumb as dirt. Now sit down. There," he added, jabbing a finger at the steps. "And if you don't do what I tell you when I tell you, I might just kick your ass after all."
"You don't scare me," Seth said, but he sat.
"I scare you white, and that gives me the hammer." Cam sat as well, watched the puppy come crawling toward them on his belly. And I scare little dogs too, he thought in disgust. "I'm not going anywhere," he began.
"I said I don't care."
"Fine, but I'm telling you anyway. I figured I would, once everything settled down. I told myself I would. I guess I needed to. Never figured on coming back here to stay."
"Then why don't you go?"
Cam gave him a halfhearted boot on the top of his head with the heel of one hand. "Why don't you shut up until I say what I have to say?"
The painless smack and impatient order were more comforting to Seth than a thousand promises.
"I've been coming to the fact that I've been running long enough. I liked what I was doing while I was doing it, but I guess I'm pretty well finished with it. It looks like I've got a place here, and a business here, maybe a woman here," he murmured, thinking of Anna.
"So you're staying to work and poke at a girl."
"Those are damn good reasons for hanging in one place. Then there's you." Cam leaned back on the upper steps, bracing with his elbows. "I can't say I cared much for you when I first came back. There's that crappy attitude of yours, and you're ugly, but you kind of grow on a guy." Immensely cheered, Seth snickered. "You're uglier."
"I'm bigger, I'm entitled. So I guess I'll hang around to see if you get any prettier as time goes on."
"I didn't really want you to go," Seth said under his breath after a long moment. It was the closest he could get to speaking his heart.
"I know." Cam sighed. "Now that we've got that settled, we've got this other thing. Nothing to worry about, it's just some legal bullshit. Phil and the lawyer'll handle most of it, but there might be some talk. You shouldn't pay any attention to it if you hear it."
"What kind of talk?"'
"Some people—some idiots—think Dad aimed for that pole. Killed himself."
"Yeah, and now this ass**le from the insurance company's asking questions." Cam hissed out a breath. He knew he should probably tell the kid not to call adults ass**les, but there were bigger issues here. "You knew that?"
"Sure, it goes around. He talked to Danny and Will's mother. Danny said she gave him an earful. She didn't like some guy coming around asking questions about Ray. That butthead Chuck up at the Dairy Queen told the detective guy that Ray was screwing around with his students, then had a crisis of conscience and killed himself."
"Crisis of conscience." Jesus, where did the kid come up with this stuff? "Chuck Kimball? He always was a butthead. Word is he got caught cheating on a lit exam and got booted out of college. And it seems to me Phillip beat the crap out of him once. Can't remember why, though."
"He's got a face like a carp."
Cam laughed. "Yeah, I guess he does. Dad—Ray—never touched a student, Seth."
"He was square with me." And that counted for everything. "My mother…"
"Go ahead," Cam prompted.
"She told me he was my father. But another time she said this other guy was, and once when she was really loaded she said my old man was some guy named Keith Richards."
Cam couldn't help it, the laugh just popped out. "Jesus, now she's hitting on the Stones?"
"Who?"
"I'll see to your music education later."
"I don't know if Ray was my father." Seth looked up. "She's a liar, so I don't go with anything she said, but he took me. I know he gave her money, a lot of it. I don't know if he'd have told me if he was. He said there were things we had to talk about, but he had stuff to work out first. I know you don't want him to be."
"Who had a fight?" Seth wanted to know.
Cam turned and narrowed his eyes at the boy standing in the doorway. "I kicked Phillip's ass."
"What for?"
"Because I wanted to."
With a nod, Seth walked around the puddle and got a Pepsi out of the fridge. "If you kicked his ass, how come you're bleeding?"
"Maybe I like to bleed." He finished mopping up while the boy stood watching him. "What's your problem?" Cam demanded.
"I got no problem."
Cam shoved the bucket aside with his foot. The least Phillip could do was empty it somewhere. He went to the sink and bad-temperedly picked glass out of his arm. Then he got out the whiskey, righted a chair, and sat down with the bottle and a glass.
He saw Seth's eyes slide over the bottle and away. Deliberately Cam poured two fingers of Johnnie Walker into a glass. "Not everybody who drinks gets drunk," he said. "Not everybody who gets drunk—as I may decide to do—knocks kids around."
"Don't know why anybody drinks that shit anyway."
Cam knocked back the whiskey. "Because we're weak, and stupid, and it feels good at the time."
"Are you going to Australia?"
Cam poured another shot. "Doesn't look like it"
"I don't care if you go. I don't care where the hell you go." The underlying fury in the boy's voice surprised them both. Flushing, Seth turned and raced out the door.
Well, hell, Cam thought and shoved the whiskey aside. He pushed away from the table and hit the door as Seth streaked across the yard to the woods.
"Hold it!" When that didn't slow the boy down, Cam put some mean into it. "Goddamn it, I said hold it!" This time Seth skidded to a halt. When he turned around, they stared at each other across the expanse of grass, temper and nerves vibrating from them in all but visible waves.
"Get your butt back over here. Now."
He came, fists clenched, chin jutting out. They both knew he had nowhere to run. "I don't need you."
"Oh, the hell you don't. I ought to kick your ass for being stupid. Everybody says you've got some genius brain in there, but if you ask me you're dumb as dirt. Now sit down. There," he added, jabbing a finger at the steps. "And if you don't do what I tell you when I tell you, I might just kick your ass after all."
"You don't scare me," Seth said, but he sat.
"I scare you white, and that gives me the hammer." Cam sat as well, watched the puppy come crawling toward them on his belly. And I scare little dogs too, he thought in disgust. "I'm not going anywhere," he began.
"I said I don't care."
"Fine, but I'm telling you anyway. I figured I would, once everything settled down. I told myself I would. I guess I needed to. Never figured on coming back here to stay."
"Then why don't you go?"
Cam gave him a halfhearted boot on the top of his head with the heel of one hand. "Why don't you shut up until I say what I have to say?"
The painless smack and impatient order were more comforting to Seth than a thousand promises.
"I've been coming to the fact that I've been running long enough. I liked what I was doing while I was doing it, but I guess I'm pretty well finished with it. It looks like I've got a place here, and a business here, maybe a woman here," he murmured, thinking of Anna.
"So you're staying to work and poke at a girl."
"Those are damn good reasons for hanging in one place. Then there's you." Cam leaned back on the upper steps, bracing with his elbows. "I can't say I cared much for you when I first came back. There's that crappy attitude of yours, and you're ugly, but you kind of grow on a guy." Immensely cheered, Seth snickered. "You're uglier."
"I'm bigger, I'm entitled. So I guess I'll hang around to see if you get any prettier as time goes on."
"I didn't really want you to go," Seth said under his breath after a long moment. It was the closest he could get to speaking his heart.
"I know." Cam sighed. "Now that we've got that settled, we've got this other thing. Nothing to worry about, it's just some legal bullshit. Phil and the lawyer'll handle most of it, but there might be some talk. You shouldn't pay any attention to it if you hear it."
"What kind of talk?"'
"Some people—some idiots—think Dad aimed for that pole. Killed himself."
"Yeah, and now this ass**le from the insurance company's asking questions." Cam hissed out a breath. He knew he should probably tell the kid not to call adults ass**les, but there were bigger issues here. "You knew that?"
"Sure, it goes around. He talked to Danny and Will's mother. Danny said she gave him an earful. She didn't like some guy coming around asking questions about Ray. That butthead Chuck up at the Dairy Queen told the detective guy that Ray was screwing around with his students, then had a crisis of conscience and killed himself."
"Crisis of conscience." Jesus, where did the kid come up with this stuff? "Chuck Kimball? He always was a butthead. Word is he got caught cheating on a lit exam and got booted out of college. And it seems to me Phillip beat the crap out of him once. Can't remember why, though."
"He's got a face like a carp."
Cam laughed. "Yeah, I guess he does. Dad—Ray—never touched a student, Seth."
"He was square with me." And that counted for everything. "My mother…"
"Go ahead," Cam prompted.
"She told me he was my father. But another time she said this other guy was, and once when she was really loaded she said my old man was some guy named Keith Richards."
Cam couldn't help it, the laugh just popped out. "Jesus, now she's hitting on the Stones?"
"Who?"
"I'll see to your music education later."
"I don't know if Ray was my father." Seth looked up. "She's a liar, so I don't go with anything she said, but he took me. I know he gave her money, a lot of it. I don't know if he'd have told me if he was. He said there were things we had to talk about, but he had stuff to work out first. I know you don't want him to be."
