“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Alex sighed. “I’m sorry, too. I’m afraid I haven’t been very realistic these past few weeks either, and you misunderstood me. I didn’t want to be a shovel bum, Mary Clare. I wanted to be twenty-three again.” He tried not to look at her. “Do you understand?” he asked gently.
She nodded. “I guess so.”
“Well, I have an interesting assignment for you. It has to do with this project, and I think it would be best for all of us if you took it.”
“What is it?”
“You remember that research check I put in at the library before we left? They’ve come up with something. It seems that MacDowell College has a diary and some letters written by a woman from this area. There may be something on the Cullowhees in her writings. It dates back a hundred years or so.”
“And you want me to read through it? When will it get here?”
“It won’t. It’s in MacDowell’s rare-manuscript collection, and they won’t lend it out. You’ll have to go to their library to examine the documents.”
“You mean I have to leave?” wailed Mary Clare.
“It could be very important to the project,” said Alex gently. “And I think it might be the best thing for all of us.”
Mary Clare glared at him through tears. “I wish you were dead!” she screamed.
“Where is Milo?” muttered Elizabeth for the third time in as many minutes.
Jake sighed. “Do you think it would help any if he were here?”
“I feel as if I’ve wandered onto the set of a soap opera,” she grumbled. “Victor just sits there glowering, and God knows what’s wrong with Mary Clare. She keeps slamming things into a suitcase, and she’s trying to pretend she’s not crying.”
“And we’re trying to pretend we don’t notice,” Jake agreed.
“I wonder if she’d think I was being nosy if I went over there?” Elizabeth wondered.
“I think we ought to leave her alone,” Jake replied. “We don’t know her very well.”
Victor glared at them from his worktable. “Will you two stop whispering? It is very distracting-and ill-mannered as well.”
“We weren’t talking about you, Victor,” said Jake wearily.
“I didn’t say you were, but I am trying to work. It’s hard enough as it is, without your twittering in the background. That ugly scene tonight has given me a paralyzing migraine.”
“It wasn’t an ugly scene. Lerche caught you out, that’s all. Just admit you had it coming and forget about it.”
“It was quite juvenile of him to pounce on me like that!” Victor insisted. “Cruel, in fact. It should have been obvious to him that I had made a slip of the tongue. Of course what I saw on exhibit was Homo habilis. That is what I thought I had said until he made such a scene about it.”
“I expect he was upset over something else,” said Elizabeth soothingly.
“No doubt. But he had no right to speak to me like that. None!” He stood up and shook his fist at a blank wall. “I think I shall go out for a while. Perhaps the fresh air will ease the pain in my head. Or perhaps I shall be bitten by a rattlesnake!”
“Have fun, Victor!” said Jake, stifling a grin.
Elizabeth watched him march to the door. “This dig is more of an adventure than I bargained for,” she remarked. “Computer pirates, lovers’ quarrels, violent arguments. Exhuming bodies is getting to be the dullest part of the project.”
“I hope that changes,” said Jake gloomily. “I’m a peace-loving man, myself.”
“At least you’re behaving normally, Jake. Milo is really edgy.” Elizabeth saw the door open. “Shhh! I think he’s coming in now.”
A moment later she saw that it was not Milo, but Dr. Lerche who had come in. He stood at the door looking uncomfortable for a few moments. Mary Clare looked up from her packing, saw him, and walked out, nose in the air. He moved away from the door to let her pass, and walked over to Jake and Elizabeth.
“Where is Milo?”
“At the bus station. He said he’d be back at eight,” Elizabeth offered.
Alex consulted his watch. “It’s five after,” he announced.
“Well, he isn’t here,” said Elizabeth. “Shall I send him up to the site when he arrives?”
“Yes, please do.” Lerche seemed to be thinking of something else. He was looking at the old photographs on the walls. “I examined those skulls you did. I’m going back to the site. Send Milo as soon as he comes.”
Before Elizabeth could ask him anything else about her work, he had hurried out again. “I wonder what that was about,” she remarked.
“There’s no telling,” answered Jake. “It could be anything from untagged soil layers to a misplaced trowel. Don’t worry. If you had done anything wrong, he would have told you.”
“I guess so,” said Elizabeth doubtfully. She thought it much more likely that Lerche would delegate problems of that sort to Milo, since she was his protégée on the dig. There seemed to be no point in worrying, though. She was a beginner, and she had done her best.
Since there seemed to be a lull in the theatrics of the Sunday school room, Jake returned to his book on Cherokee archaeology, and Elizabeth wrote up an account of her meeting with Amelanchier so that she would not forget what she had been told.
It was nearly nine o’clock when Mary Clare eased open the door to the Sunday school room. Her face was flushed and her hair disheveled, but she was no longer crying.
“I saw headlights on the road,” she told Elizabeth. “I reckon that’ll be Milo headed back.”
“Oh, good!” cried Elizabeth, hurrying to the window.
“I’m glad you think so,” snorted Mary Clare. “But you’d better watch out for those anthropologists. All they know how to work with is dead people, and dead people don’t have feelings.” She lifted her chin as if to prepare herself for cries of protest, but none were forthcoming. Jake had retreated into his book, and Elizabeth, still peering out the window, wasn’t listening.
In a calmer voice, Mary Clare said, “Y’all may as well know I’m leaving to do some literary research on this project. I guess Alex will site-manage himself.”
“Here’s the car!” cried Elizabeth.
“You didn’t see Victor outside, did you?” Jake asked. “He went off a while ago announcing his intention of getting snakebit.”
Mary Clare was relieved that they had not questioned her about her sudden plans for departure. She managed a grim smile. “No. I was out walking around. Victor can’t have gone as far as I did; that would be exercise.”
“Excuse me. I’m looking for my husband.”
Tessa Lerche stood in the doorway smiling politely. She wore beige canvas pants, an open-throated khaki shirt, and a red silk neckerchief-her concept of expedition chic. Her newly shingled hair would be easy to care for without the aid of the beauty parlor.
Mary Clare, who was wearing faded jeans and a blue T-shirt, looked appraisingly at Tessa and remarked, “You forgot your pith helmet.”
“Dr. Lerche is up at the site,” Jake put in quickly. “Would you like me to take you there? It isn’t far.”
“Sorry we can’t call you a cab.” Mary Clare smirked.
How very un-Southern! Elizabeth thought wildly. We’re usually more polite to our enemies than we are to our friends.
Tessa, too, seemed taken aback by Mary Clare’s hostile remarks. She eyed her carefully, as if waiting for an indication that this was all in fun. The other two occupants of the room, obviously students, looked embarrassed, she noted with satisfaction, but Mary Clare continued to stare. Tessa smiled, as winners can afford to, and said gently, “I understand you are leaving us, Mary Clare.”
“I figured you put him up to it.”
Tessa’s smile faded. “No, dear, you did. You pushed.” Dismissing the matter, she turned to Jake, as if being the only male present made him the person in charge. She fished the computer disks out of her canvas purse and held them up. “I have brought these for the computer,” she announced brightly, in tones suggesting that the previous conversation with Mary Clare had not taken place. “My poor husband drove all the way back to campus to get them, and then he got so caught up with his mail and his laundry and whatnot, that he drove off without them.” She laughed fondly, inviting them all to share her amusement in her absentminded professor. She neglected to mention that she had unobtrusively moved the disks out of sight and had not reminded him to take them. “So he called me from a gas station somewhere and asked me to bring them up here. So here I am!”