Sepia and mote drift, her absence all luster now gone. The sadness of a bowl left on a counter, a pair of reading glasses beside a chair. Something of that as I enter Gerald’s house. But Gerald will return. The EKG fine, the overnight stay just precaution. I didn’t lock up the house, Gerald mumbled as the IV drip eased him asleep. Everything inside looks okay, so I close the door and twist the key until the lock clicks. Jarvis Crowe’s patrol car is parked in Gerald’s driveway. He searches where Gerald’s pasture borders resort property. He’ll check the barn, if he already hasn’t, and find the kerosene can. But it will not be empty, I assure myself. If you go to the barn and check, you doubt Gerald too. Instead, I take the canning jar I brought with me to the springhouse. The dipper dangles from a cherry tree limb. The best water in this county, Gerald swears. Mineral rich, but Gerald claims the cherry tree’s roots sweeten it too. I lift the tin spring guard and fill the jar, twist the lid tight and set it on the ground.
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