Now I’d done all I could.
With a pleasant feeling of having discharged a responsibility, I climbed out of my clothes and into a nightgown. I heard a car in the street outside, and I padded into my dark living room to look out the window. Friedrich had taken my phone call seriously; he was out there in hastily thrown-on clothes, talking to one of the night patrolmen, Tom David Meiklejohn. As I watched, they started down the same path into the park that the cart thief had taken, each carrying a powerful “skull-buster” flashlight.
Incident closed, I thought, going back to my bedroom and crawling into my double bed. I pulled the fresh sheets up, settled my head on my pillow, and instantly, finally, fell asleep.
Chapter Two
The next day was a Tuesday. On Tuesday mornings, I take care of Mrs. Hofstettler. Marie Hofstettler’s son Chuck lives in Memphis. He worries about his mother, but he doesn’t worry enough to make the drive over to Shakespeare to see her. So he pays me handsomely to spend time with his mother twice a week.
I always do a little cleaning, channel Mrs. Hofstettler’s clothes through the washer and dryer, and occasionally take her to a friend’s house or Kmart or Kroger’s, if Mrs. Hofstettler is having what she calls a “limber” day.
I walked over from my house to the apartment building, letting myself in the squeaking front door and rapping lightly on the first door to my left to let Mrs. Hofstettler know I was coming in. I had a key. Mrs. Hofstettler was already up, a good sign; on her bad, stiff days, she is still in bed when I get there.
“I didn’t sleep at all last night!” she said by way of greeting. Marie Hofstettler, now eighty-five, is as wrinkled as a dried apricot. Her hair is white and silky and thin, and she wears it pulled back in an untidy bun. (I know what pain it costs the old lady to raise her arms to form the bun. In a stupid moment, I had suggested Mrs. Hofstettler have her hair cut short, and I had been treated to a huffy hour-long silence.) This morning, Mrs. Hofstettler’s teeth were already in and she had managed to pull on a red-and-blue-striped housedress, so the excitement had done her good.