"I love you," he said. "I know that ain't what you want to hear now, but I do love you." He sighed and looked away for a second, then brought his attention back to me. "I just couldn't love you as a husband."
The pain in my heart intensified. He was slowly opening every old wound we had together and I couldn't stand it.
"Vernell, don't do this."
"Well dad gum it, I have to," he said. "Maggie, I know you don't want me back. I know we couldn't ever have what we had and it be right. But we've got to move on with our lives, and I can't until you forgive me."
A fish jumped out on the lake and I turned my head away. Forgiveness. It was easy as pie to tell Vernell I forgave him, but had I really? Could I look God in the eye and tell Her I had a pure heart? I shut my eyes and thought for a moment, really thought. I hated Vernell Spivey for the things he'd put me and Sheila through, but did I wish him evil? No. Trouble was, I understood Vernell completely, and I believed him. He did love me, but not in a way that could work for either of us.
"Vernell," I said softly, "I do forgive you."
Vernell sighed a big sigh of relief and dropped my hand. "Good," he said, "because I need to tell you I've done fallen in love, and it's the real and true thing this time, and I by God think I need to marry her and do this thing right for once!"
Vernell jumped to his feet, brushed himself off, and appeared ready to take flight. I sat there for one brief second before I, too, jumped up, but it was to grab Vernell Spivey by his polyester coat lapels and give him a solid shaking.
"Vernell Spivey, I have let you work me yet again! You are going nowhere. Nowhere, do you hear me?" I shook him and took great satisfaction in seeing the gray wig slide a little further to one side. I reached up with one hand and snatched off the fake beard.
"Ouch!"
"Vernell, your cheatin', lyin', stealin' days are over. You square up with me right now and tell me what's going on. Don't you try and lull me into some la-la land of past rights and wrongs. I want to know where you've been, and why there's a dead man in your vehicle and where your gun is, and what happened to all the money. And I intend to find that out right now, today, before you can turn and run."
The bushes rustled and parted. "My questions exactly," a deep voice said. Marshall Weathers had found us.
He stepped through the hedge and emerged in front of us. Vernell's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"Vernell," Marshall said, "I'm thinking it's time we went downtown and had a talk."
Vernell's eyes hardened and I knew he was about to become the obstinate cuss he could be when he didn't want to do something.
"Why?" Vernell asked. "I don't see we have anything to talk about. You want to talk to me, you can call my attorney. Make an appointment, detective."
I shook my head and closed my eyes. Here we go.
"Vernell, we can do this one easy, or we can do it hard. It don't make no difference to me."
I opened my eyes in time to see Vernell start to bluster. He waved his arms and was just about to launch into a tirade when Weathers stopped him.
"Vernell, is that a gun?"
Vernell dropped his arms to his sides, but it was too late. Strapped under his shoulder was a brown holster with a silver gun handle sticking out for all the world to see.
"Vernell, turn around and put your hands out where I can see them." Marshall's voice had hardened; he was all business now. Any hint of compromise had just evaporated at the sight of Vernell's pistol.
"You don't have a license to carry concealed," Marshall said. "Vernell Spivey, I am placing you under arrest." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pair of cuffs, and slipped them onto Vernell's bony wrists.
"What are you doing?" I said. "You know Vernell. He would no more hurt you than fly to the moon! What are you doing?"
Weathers spun Vernell around and I caught a glimpse of the frightened boy that lived inside Vernell. This was too much. Granted, I was shocked to see him with a gun, but it had to be because he was scared, not because he was dangerous.
"Maggie, stay out of this, all right? It'll work out."
"Maggie, call me a lawyer, will you, honey?"
I just stood there, looking at them. The way I felt must've been written all over my face because both men stared at me with the same determined yet helpless-to-do-anything-else looks on their faces.
"I don't believe this," I said again. "Vernell, you could've made it easy. You know Marshall. You could've just talked to him. And you," I said, turning my attention to Marshall. "You don't need to treat him like a common criminal. Are you so Ml of yourself that you can't be human? Is that what policing is?"
"Maggie, I don't have time to explain this to you now," Weathers said, and started off through the bushes with my ex-husband.
"Marshall Weathers, there is no explanation, there is no excuse for this, so don't you bother ever trying to offer one!"
He didn't look back, but I could see the jaw muscle start to twitch. I wanted to hurt him. How cruel could he be to drag Vernell away like a stray dog? How could he not listen to me? Granted, Vernell was acting the fool, but to actually arrest him on a simple charge like carrying concealed without a permit?
I followed them through the bushes, steaming. Marshall's car was parked in front of mine, and closer to the barn. He'd found a spot I hadn't seen and had wedged his unmarked car right in between two pickups.
"Vernell, I'll follow you down and meet you at the station."
Both men whirled around and spoke in unison. "No!"
Vernell took the lead and said, "Maggie, just call me a good lawyer. I can take care of myself now, honey."
I stared at him and saw the determination square up in his shoulders. Vernell was turning a new leaf and I didn't need to be the tree he leaned against.
Marshall had to put his two cents' worth in behind Vernell. "And you can't drive drunk," he warned.
"I'm not drunk," I said, suddenly aware of just how sober I felt. Marshall turned away, marching Vernell up the drive.
As they rounded the corner, the side door to the barn swung open and Bess King emerged.
Marshall kept walking, oblivious to Bess, but Vernell froze, forcing Marshall to tug at his arm.
Bess stood absolutely still, her dress fluttering gently in the breeze, blowing back against her body and outlining her form. The sun hit at just the right angle, forming a halo around the crown of her hair. She stood staring at Vernell, her expression pained, as if she'd been struck. Her mouth opened, then closed, her head dropped into her hands, and her shoulders caved in and began to softly shake.
"Bess," Vernell cried out, as Weathers opened his car door.
She raised her tear-stained face and stared at him, but she still didn't move or say a word. She seemed frozen.
Weathers tucked Vernell's head and pushed him down into the car. This time he noticed Bess, staring at her, his eyes flinty and hard. Then he looked over at me.
"Maggie, catch a cab home. I'll call you later," he said.
"No, Marshall, you won't. I don't ever want to speak to you again."
I saw the words cut into him and hurt him, and still I turned away, because in that one moment I felt my heart snap right in half. Marshall Weathers was as lost to me as a summer breeze on a winter's night.
Chapter Seventeen