The Color Of Light. Emilie Richards
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followed Man out of the apartment to search for it.
“You don’t have to clean. We can do that,” Shiloh said.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said this apartment hasn’t been used in a long time. You don’t deserve to breathe in our dust. We’ll get the worst out quickly.”
“This has just been sitting here? With nobody living in it?”
Analiese heard everything behind the girl’s question. How unfair it was that Shiloh’s own family had been sleeping in a car—or so Analiese assumed—while this apartment stood empty. How magnificent the simple, dusty space seemed after having no place to go. How people weren’t even remotely created equal, no matter what the Declaration of Independence proclaimed.
She kept her answer brief. “A family lived here, but they moved into a house not too long ago.”
“It’s big.”
Analiese considered that. Big in the eye of this beholder. “You’ll be comfortable enough. Tomorrow we’ll talk about what you can do next.”
“I don’t want to think about that right now.”
Analiese understood. Shiloh wanted to enjoy the luxury of a private apartment while she could. “I didn’t have time to wipe down the bathrooms, so you’ll need to check, and maybe rinse out the sink and tub before you use them. Ethan will make sure the hot water heater is on, but you might need to wait twenty minutes or so to take showers.”
“We can use the shower?”
Analiese kept her voice light, although that was a struggle. “Use anything you find in here. It’s yours for the night.”
“We’ll take care of it.”
Analiese faced her. “I know you will.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I think you’re good people who’ve fallen on hard times. But that doesn’t change who you are.”
“We had our own house. In Ohio. We had a vegetable garden and a dog, and Dougie and I both had our own rooms. Then the auto parts factory where Daddy always worked closed down.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how difficult this has been for all of you. How long have you been on the road?”
“We went to South Carolina where my aunt lives. She’s my mother’s sister. We stayed with her for...” She appeared to be counting in her head. “Eleven months. Maybe even a year. We’ve been on our own for maybe six months.”
“You’ve been on the road that long?”
“For a while we stayed outside Atlanta in an old camper. Daddy got a job packing boxes, but it was temporary, so we moved on.”
“Why did you come here? Do you have family nearby?”
“We heard there might be jobs. Maybe some kind of construction for Daddy, or working in a restaurant.”
Even in a town like Asheville, where visitors and residents seemed to make a point of being individual, Man would stand out, and not in a good way. Piercings and tattoos, ragged jeans or hipster hoodies, were one thing, but at first glance Man seemed to be someone whose last hope had ended, and whose energy had drained away with it. He looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and burrow deeper, and nobody would see that as an asset.
Analiese didn’t want to tell the girl that local construction had slowed until the economy could rebound, and that any service position Man would be able to get would not pay enough to support the family. As a matter of fact she wouldn’t be surprised if Shiloh had already figured that out.
She switched subjects. “It must have been hard for you and Dougie to go to school.”
Shiloh shrugged, and Analiese knew she had been right. She wondered when they had last seen the inside of a classroom.
Ethan came back. “It’s a good-sized heater, probably fifty gallons, and it looks fairly new. The water should get hot quickly.”
Shiloh scooted past him. “I’ve got to get more stuff.”
There was coughing from the stairwell, and in a moment Man returned, one arm around a pale and perspiring Belle. He led her to the sofa, and she collapsed, leaning forward with her hands on her knees.
Analiese could see that every time she tried to catch her breath, the coughing got worse. “She’s had the cough awhile?”
“It’ll ease in a minute. Too many years of smoking.”
This didn’t sound like a smoker’s chronic cough. This sounded like a woman struggling not to turn her lungs inside out. “Won’t the emergency room see you, even if you can’t pay?”
“She won’t go. Too many people poking around in our lives.”
Analiese realized that was something of a warning. If she poked too hard the family might just disappear.
Which would certainly resolve her upcoming battle with the council over taking them in.
Dougie and Shiloh arrived hauling battered suitcases that were so old they didn’t have wheels. Dougie’s was small but still a feat for a boy that young.
“How old are you, Dougie?” Analiese asked. “You’re a strong guy.”
“Guess.”
She smiled. “Maybe eleven?”
“Nine!” He did a little victory dance, then took off to examine every corner of their new quarters. While the rest of the family was exhausted, Dougie was clearly galvanized.
“You calm down now,” Man told his son, but with no enthusiasm.
“I’m going down to get the leftovers,” Analiese said. “I bet hauling everything up two flights of stairs worked up everybody’s appetites.”
“I can eat a horse!” Dougie shouted.
“I’ll help, Ana,” Ethan said.
They left together, Dougie’s exuberant shouts filling the apartment and still audible from the second floor landing. On the first floor she led Ethan to the kitchen, flipping lights as she went.
The room was as neat and well organized as a television test kitchen. The committee that oversaw potlucks and social hours was headed by a woman who had once run the cafeteria at a state penitentiary. Analiese opened the refrigerator and stared at all the neatly packaged and labeled leftovers.
“You’ll get in trouble for this.” There was no condemnation in Ethan’s voice.
“It’ll be nice to get into trouble for something that matters so much. Not the hymns I chose or the stoles I wear with my robe.”
“Or the design for the rose window.”
“Call me crazy, but I truly believe something other than a bearded European Jesus with a lamb on his lap would be more fitting for the twenty-first century.”
“They’ll see it your way eventually and come up with something everybody can live with. But this?” He shook his head. “Not so sure.”
She set out the leftovers as she spoke. “We’re all forced to take stands. It’s part of being human. This is just one night, and more people will understand than won’t.”
“Ana, are you deluding yourself?”
She knew what he meant, but she refused to acknowledge it. “No, I really think many people will support what we did here.”
“You know that’s not what I was asking.”
She took out the last of the leftovers and closed the refrigerator before she faced him. “You think they’ll be here more than one night.”
“I do.”
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