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Mad Dog snorted. "Yeah, Ive known men whod say a fool thing like that. Most of
em never missed a meal in their life. "
Jake moved toward Mad Dog hesitantly and sat down a respectful distance away.
"Have you? Missed meals, I mean?"
"More than a few. "
"When you were a boy? I mean, that would explain—"
Mad Dog looked at Jake sharply. "You ask a lot of questions. "
Embarrassment stained the boys cheeks. He looked away, stared hard at the grass.
A glaze of something that looked suspiciously like tears sheened his eyes. "Sorry. "
"Oh, for Christs sake, dont take it so personal. I just meant, theres some things a man doesnt like talking about. Some things / dont like talking about. " He smiled at the boy. "So tell me something about yourself. Where you from?"
"Wisconsin. "
Mad Dog couldnt think of a damn thing to say about that. "Oh. "
"M-My grandfathers name was Jacob, too. " He glanced up, stared at Mad Dog through eyes that looked impossibly big against his small face. "You ever know anyone by that name?"
He felt a surprising jolt of emotion. It had been years since hed thought of old Jacob Vanderstay. A bitter smile thinned his lips. "Yeah, I knew one once. He was a mean son of a bitch, too. Wanted everyone to live by his rules. And I never knew a person who had so many rules. "
"How did you meet him?"
Mad Dog leaned back against the wobbly fence rail. A dozen images, long forgotten, surged through his mind, bringing a bittersweet smile to his lips. Laralee.
He shook his head. Christ, how long had it been since hed thought of her? "I knew his daughter. "
"How come youre smiling?"
"She was something else. I wonder what ever happened to her. "
"Your wife?"
"Almost. " He grinned at the boy. "But I made a clean getaway. "
The boy frowned. "Did you ever go back to see her?"
"Naw. " He stretched his arms across the top rail and stared up at the endless blue sky. "She was rich and spoiled as hell. Her dad thought I was a lousy bum who might be redeemed by hard work in the family business. " He leaned toward Jake, grinning. "You know what the family business was?"
Jake looked like he was going to smile. "What?"
"Funeral parlor. " He laughed. "The old man wanted me to take it over if I married his precious daughter. " Mad Dog shuddered dramatically. "It wasnt for me. And Laralee and her dad made it clear: If I married Laralee, I was an embalmer in training.
So one night I just packed my stuff and moved on. But for a long time I wondered what happened to her. "
"You couldve gone back to see. " There was a strange bitterness in the boys voice.
Mad Dog shrugged. "What for? She wouldnt have wanted to see me again—not after the way I ran out. Believe me, kid, women are funny about shit like that. "
Jake looked at him through green eyes that were strangely sad. "She would have wanted to see you . . . I bet. "
"Could be. " Mad Dog pulled his gaze away from Jakes face. There was something unexpected in the boys eyes, a pathetic edge of pain that was too deep, too agonized. . . .
