Part 21 (2/2)
”George Spellman? The dead guy?”
”Yeah.”
”No.” She thought for a moment. ”Well, that explains those looks Susan and Matilda exchanged last night.”
”Yeah, it does.”
Julianne rubbed her stomach and s.h.i.+fted on the trailer. ”I would've yelled louder for Matilda last night if I'd known that.”
”I gotta call Victor,” I said.
She started to say something, but her words caught and she rubbed her stomach.
I held the phone in my hand. ”What's the matter?”
She rolled her eyes. ”I think I've overdone it on all the junk food and spicy stuff. My stomach feels rotten.”
”You wanna go home?”
She frowned at me. ”Uh, no. I won't give that woman the pleasure of leaving.”
”Jules. Be real here. If you don't feel great, the last thing you should be doing is riding a float in a parade in this heat,” I said.
”I'm fine,” she said, rubbing her belly. ”I just need to burp or something.”
”You are so s.e.xy.”
”Shut up.”
”We'll be moving soon!” Susan called out from the sidewalk. ”Everyone please be ready!”
Julianne pushed herself off the trailer. ”You better call Victor now. I don't think she'll be happy about you using a phone in the middle of the parade. I gotta go find Carly and make sure she doesn't get run over.” She waddled around the back end of the trailer.
I punched in Victor's number, but got his voice mail. I left him a quick message and told him to call me back immediately. I shoved the phone back in my pocket.
I could see some of the floats ahead of us moving. The C.A.K.E. people were a.s.sembling in front of us and the Petal Dawgs were warming up their engines and trying to stay upright behind us.
Susan was at the front of the float, getting kids in place and prancing around.
I hoped she wouldn't mind me walking near her in the parade.
42.
The floats all started crawling forward. Half of the kids were on the float, the other half walking in the street, armed with bags of candy to toss to the people lining the route The adults were interspersed throughout, keeping the kids in line and making sure they weren't eating all the candy that was meant for the spectators.
Susan was walking off to the side, in a spot where she could supervise everyone. I sidled up next to her.
She smiled at me. ”Is your wife still here, Deuce, or did she give up?”
”Still here,” I said. ”She's on the other side with Carly.”
She glanced over the float, as if she didn't believe me. ”Ah, yes. She's hard to miss, isn't she?”
”Yes, easily the most beautiful woman on the parade route,” I said, growing tired of her remarks about Julianne.
Apparently, my frustration was evident in my words, as Susan replied, ”Absolutely, she is! Pregnant women have that glow, don't they?”
”Yes.”
”Or maybe that's a sunburn,” she said, grinning at me, her words meant as a joke.
”Right,” I said. ”Hey, I didn't know that you knew George Spellman so well.”
Her grin flickered. ”What?”
I'd wanted to wait to hear from Victor. I was always unsure of myself when I was starting to put things together and, as much as I didn't like to admit it, I sometimes needed his input to tell me if I was doing the right thing or not. But he hadn't answered his phone, Susan was making fun of my wife, and I was irritated.
”George? Spellman?” I said. ”I didn't know you knew him so well.”
She moved her eyes about, scanning the 4-H'ers as we walked. ”Where did you hear that?”
”You used to date him?” I asked, ignoring her question.
”Oh, well, that was . . . I don't know. Ages ago, I think I'd say.”
”Was it? Way I heard it, it wasn't that long ago.”
Her smile was fading by the second. ”Opinions vary, I suppose.”
”So you did used to date him, though, right?”
She hesitated, then nodded. ”Yes, we dated.”
”For a long time?”
”I honestly don't remember,” she said, shooting me a smile that contained more glare than smile.
”You don't remember dating him? Or you don't remember how long?”
”Deuce, I really need to focus on the parade,” she said. ”And I'm not sure why my dating life is any concern of yours. Unless, of course, you're looking . . .” She gave me what I guessed was supposed to be a flirtatious smile.
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