What We Find
Page 21

 Robyn Carr

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“I have not!” she said.
“Is that what you were doing on the computer half the night?” Sully asked.
She scowled at him. “I’m just curious. Calvin? Caleb?”
“Why? Does one of those guys have a record?” Cal asked.
“How would I know?” she returned, but she colored a little. She’d always been a terrible liar.
He laughed at her. “I just go by Cal,” he said.
“You won’t tell me?”
“I think this is more fun.”
A car pulled into the grounds followed by Frank’s beat-up red truck. “There’s Enid and Frank. I take it you started the coffee?” Maggie asked.
“I did. And ate a bowl of that instant mush,” Sully said.
“What’ve you got to do today, Sully?” Cal asked. “What can you use help with?”
“Just the regular stuff. I can probably handle it with Maggie’s help. You know—shelf stocking, cleaning up, inventory. Hardly any campers yet so we’re not too far behind, but they’re coming. We have spring break coming up. I’m gonna have Tom and two of his kids to help this weekend and we’ll get that garden in. Once it’s in, I can handle it, plus the doctor said I should be back in the swing of things in a couple of weeks.”
“No. He didn’t,” Maggie pointed out. “He said you’d probably be moving slow for six weeks and in a few months you’d be in good shape. But no lifting anything over ten pounds for at least six weeks, preferably ten.”
“Thank God you were listening, Maggie,” he said sarcastically. “Otherwise I might’ve just killed myself planting a carrot.”
Maggie got up, turned and started walking to the store. “I don’t appreciate the attitude,” she said.
“I’m about ready to get out a big cigar and see how strong your heart is!”
“Do that and you’ll see how strong my right arm is!”
“This is going to be one giant pain in the ass, that’s what.”
“Sully, can’t you appreciate that I’m just being responsible? If you live right you have many good years ahead,” she said, a pleading quality to her voice.
“Let’s try to relax, Maggie. The doctor said I’d be fine and to keep an eye on too much bruising from the blood thinner. He didn’t tell me to stay in bed until I die of boredom.” Sully stood from his camp chair to follow Maggie. “He did tell me not to have sex or take my Viagra for a while,” Sully said to Cal.
Maggie whirled and gave him a dirty look as Cal smirked.
“Bummer,” Sully said.
* * *
Cal puttered around his campsite, cleaning up and stowing things. Then he ambled over to the store to check things out before Sully got himself in any more trouble with Maggie. Sully was full of mischief and reminded Cal a lot of his grandfather. His grandfather had died at the age of seventy-five and it had seemed so premature at the time. He, like Sully, had been so physically strong, mentally sharp.
Maggie was a very interesting character. He didn’t know all the details but he’d peg her for either a firstborn or only child. She was strong like her father, that was undeniable. Or maybe she was strong-willed like a doctor? Cal had had plenty of experience with doctors and he knew they could be arrogant, stubborn and nurse a great need to be right about everything. They were also often brilliant, compassionate, sensitive and yet not sentimental. Maggie seemed to embody those qualities.
And she wasn’t hard to look at, either. She had good teeth, he thought, then laughed at himself. Like he was judging a horse? He was just one of those people who noticed eyes and mouths first. It was somehow natural to him and also something he consciously thought about—you can tell a lot about a person from their mouth and eyes.