âOr public nuisance.â
He unlocked the door and she stepped out of the room, a pitiful figure in a housedress, gray hair sticking out in all directions and a gaunt face. Her attention quickly turned to Jeremy. She frowned and stomped her foot.
âIâm not going with him.â
âMrs. Hightree, you donât have a choice.â
She flared her thin nostrils at them and shook her head. âI have choices. I can walk out of here. I can head on home without his help.â
Heat crawled up Jeremyâs cheeks. After a lifetime of this, a guy should be used to it. It wasnât as if her behavior took people by surprise. What did surprise him was how old she looked, and how bad. Heâd seen her less than a week ago and she hadnât looked this old.
She had been a pretty woman twenty years ago. Thirty-one years ago she had obviously turned some heads. He pushed that thought aside because now wasnât the time to get caught in the muck.
âMom, weâre going home.â
âJanie, my name is Janie.â
He grabbed her arm, loose flesh and bones. âRight, Jane.â
He hadnât called her mom since he was ten and heâd found her passed out in the yard when he came home from school. That had been enough to take the word âMomâ right out of his vocabulary.
âYou donât have to hold me. Iâm not going to run.â
âNo, but you might fall down.â
She wobbled a little, as if to prove his point. âThereâs nothing wrong with me.â
Jeremy shot a look back at Carl. The cop stood behind them, sorry written all over his face. âThanks, Carl. Youâre sure there werenât any expenses this time?â
âNot this time. Do you want me to call the hospital in Grove? Maybe she should be seen?â
âIâm fine, I said.â She jerked her arm free from hishand. âI donât need either of you holding me or telling me what to do. I just need to go home.â
âIâll take her home.â Jeremy opened the door and motioned his mother through. âSee you later.â
âYeah, weâll see you around. Maybe we can meet for lunch at the Mad Cow tomorrow?â
âRight, and you can try to talk me out of what you all think is a big mistake.â Jeremy smiled, and Carl turned a few shades of red, right to the roots of his straw-colored hair. âIâll meet you for lunch, but if everyone was so worried about this church, why didnât you all do something sooner?â
âYeah, I guess youâve got a point there, Jeremy. Maybe we just thought it would always be there.â
âIt would have fallen in, Carl.â
Carl stood in the doorway while Jeremy held on to his mother to keep her from falling off the sidewalk. âMy grandpa goes up there once a month to check on the place. I think a lot of the older people in town would love to have it opened up again, but nobody had the money and the younger families have moved away.â
âCall me and weâll talk over burgers at Veraâs.â
Carl nodded. âIâd appreciate that.â
Jeremy escorted his mom out the door and down the sidewalk. She weaved and leaned against him. Tires on pavement drew his attention to the road. Tim Cooper. Yeah, theyâd have to face each other sooner or later. They hadnât talked since the day Jeremy learned the truth. The day Tim Cooper wrote him a check, because it was the right thing to do.
Jeremy opened the door on the passenger side of the truck. Jane wobbled and her legs buckled. When he tried to lift her up she swatted at his hands.
It took a few minutes but he got her in the seat and buckled up. They headed down the road, toward Back Street but then turned east. The paved country road led to a tiny trailer surrounded by farmland. It had two bedrooms and a front porch that was falling in. More than once heâd tried to get her to move. But this was her