The Gatekeeper's Sons (The Gatekeeper's Trilogy) (16 page)

“
Mornin’, Than. Mornin’, Therese,” Mrs. Holt said.

“
Mornin’, Mrs. Holt,” they replied.

“
Than, you go ahead and get started on Rambo. Therese, Sugar’s waiting for you.”

Jen
and Than entered the pen and shared their good mornings all around. Jen said she had just gotten off the phone with Ray who said he and Todd would definitely be joining them at the Wildhorse Saloon tonight to hear Pete’s performance. No one mentioned anything about what had happened the night before.

Mrs. Holt drove up in her Suburban at seven o’clock Wednesday evening. Therese climbed down the front wooden steps and entered on the passenger side. Bobby sat in the passenger seat wearing his cowboy hat and a short-sleeved Western shirt. He smelled like soap and had a huge grin on his freckled face as Therese climbed into the seat behind him. Jen laughed as soon as she saw what Therese was wearing because they wore almost the same thing: same dark blue shade of boot-cut jeans, same red Justin Roper boots, and nearly identical white blouses, except that Therese’s had a round neckline whereas Jen’s had a v. Both wore their long hair down, and although Jen’s was straight blonde and Therese’s was curly red, they fell to the same length, to the center of their backs.

“We do this all the time,” Jen said.

“It’s almost eerie.” Therese grinned.

“Are you wearing Oscar De La
Renta, too?” Jen asked.

Therese shook her head. “No, it’s, um, it’s called Haiku. It’s what my mom wore. I’ve been wearing it a lot lately.”

The two girls looked away from one another.

“It smells nice,” Mrs. Holt offered.

Therese’s heart skipped a beat when she referred to her mother, but now that they were pulling up the gravel drive to the Melner cabin, it sped up considerably, more than making up for the skipped beat.

Jen explained, “Than and one of his sisters are riding with us. His other sister had plans.”

Mrs. Holt’s reaction expressed Therese’s same sentiments when she said, “Lordy, Lordy, look at those two.”

Than’s
sister wore a tight black leather mini-skirt, black go-go boots, and a red silk blouse with spaghetti straps. Her blonde curls were wound together in a thick bun on her head, a few strands spilling out of the bun down to the nape of her neck in a wild cascade. Her lips matched the red in the blouse. The rest of her rather fierce face seemed void of makeup. Her skin glowed like her brother’s, but hers was fairer, almost white.

Like the white witch from Narnia, Therese thought.

Even in that conspicuous outfit, Than’s sister could not outshine her brother. His clean dark wavy hair gleamed with golden highlights in the evening sun and danced against his strong jaw line. His pale blue cotton polo seemed to match the crystal in his eyes, and together with his white trousers, emphasized the golden hues of his magnificent skin. His brown boots and matching belt were the same shade as his hair. Therese climbed out of her seat and into the back to make room for them.

Before Jen could do the same, Than said, “Jen, why don’t you stay there with my sister. I’ll climb in back. I don’t mind at all.”

Jen’s face looked like a mixture of giddiness and jealousy.

Then Than said, “Everybody, this is my sister, Meg.”

They took turns introducing themselves to Than’s sister, who was courteous if not friendly. “A pleasure,” she said.

Therese could barely breathe in the third seat next to the golden boy. She almost thought, “Golden god,” but then her memory of the dreams and the fear of insanity made her shrug that word out of her mind. It made more sense to her that she had felt him coming, that she had had some kind of prophetic dream about a new crush, than that she could have been communicating with gods.

He gave her a friendly smile, and this made Therese shiver with excitement.

“You look and smell so nice,” he whispered.

“So do you,” Therese replied, unable to think of anything original with her heart going a million miles an hour against her rib cage.

Meg turned around in her seat and gave him a disapproving glare. Than looked away from Meg and from Therese to stare out of the window.

Meg’s face looked vaguely familiar to Therese: Her pale skin and unruly blonde hair and dark red lips. “Oh my God!”

Everyone turned to look at Therese.

“Is something wrong?” Mrs. Holt glanced at her from the rearview mirror.

“No. No, nothing’s wrong.” She bit the inside of her bottom lip, not wanting to utter her thoughts.
Than’s sister looked uncannily similar to the strange looking woman in the forest who had called her name and frightened poor Clifford a few weeks ago. How embarrassing if she had simply been frightened by a guest at the Melner cabin. On the other hand, how would Meg have known Therese’s name?

But hadn’t she also seen her reflection in the glass at the police department? No. Of course not.

Than said, “The sun looks so beautiful when it drops behind those mountains across the lake. The pines seem to twinkle.”

Bobby chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve never heard that one. Twinkling pines, huh?”

Jen snickered.

Than glanced at Therese, and she gave him another smile. She didn’t like the way Bobby and Jen had laughed at him. “I know exactly what you mean,” she whispered. “I never get tired of sunsets here.”

Meg, who spoke without turning, startled Therese with her loud condemning voice, “If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. They never vary.”

Jen glanced back at Therese to give her the “What’s with her?” look. Than caught it too and chuckled.

The drive to the dance hall from Lemon Reservoir Dam took a little less than twenty minutes down winding country roads flanked by tall trees. Therese felt Than looking at her when he wasn’t watching the scenery through his window. She liked the attention and was beginning to allow herself to believe he really could like her. Normally, this would be enough to make her nervous, but compounded with that were her insane and persistent suspicions about his connection to her bizarre dreams.

As they pulled
into the parking lot, pretty bare since it was still early and a Wednesday night, Therese asked Jen, “Todd and Ray are still coming, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they said they were. Oh, look! They’re in Todd’s truck!”

The bright yellow fifty-seven Chevy pickup towered over the other vehicles from its heightened position on a lift kit including giant mag tires with thirty-inch rims. Jen and Therese piled out of the suburban and rushed over to meet their friends.

“Come on,” Therese called to the others. “You guys have got to see this!”

“Hello, down there!” Todd shouted through his window as the truck bounded into a parking space. He rolled up his window when he came to a stop.

“Oh my God!” Therese and Jen giggled, shaking their heads in disbelief.

Bobby and Than came up behind with Mrs. Holt and Meg bringing up the rear.

Therese laughed as she watched the long and lanky Todd jump more than a meter to the ground from the monster truck.

“Of all the colors in the universe,” Ray said laughing. He came around the cab to join the group gathered on the driver’s side. “I kept expecting the truck to transform into a giant robot.”

“It’s awesome!” Therese exclaimed. “I mean, wow, Todd!”

“You don’t think it’s a little extravagant?” Jen asked. “It’s a bit big.”

Therese gave Jen a warning look.
Don’t hurt his feelings
, her look said.

“That’s kind of the idea,” Ray said. Then he added, “Think he’s compensating?”

Todd slapped Ray on the back. “Thanks a lot, Ray. Don’t forget I’m your ride home.”

Therese noticed the second and third looks Ray and Todd gave to the newest members of their group. Jen introduced them, and then they all went inside the saloon. Everyone but Mrs. Holt had to wear a special red
bracelet made for minors. Therese was relieved to learn that Than wasn’t twenty-one. She wondered how old he was. She thought maybe eighteen. She thought she might get up the nerve to ask him tonight.

Pete’s band was still setting up equipment on the stage, so the music that carried throughout the dance hall was a prerecorded mix of songs usually played over the radio. Just now, Lady
GaGa’s voice had Jen jumping up and down.

“I love this song! Let’s go dance!” Jen pinched Therese’s hand and pulled her toward the dance floor.

Therese grabbed Ray’s hand and shouted, “Help! You guys have to come, too!”

Ray and Todd made it to the edge of the dance floor but refused to go any further. Only a few others were dancing, as the place was pretty empty. Jen pulled Therese onto the floor, and Therese, not wanting to disappoint her friend, cheerfully made a fool out of herself as she bounced her hips and swayed her shoulders to the music. She stole a quick glance at Than to confirm he was watching. She could feel him laughing at her, but his eyes seemed pleased, like he was admiring her.

Jen sang with the song, waving her arms in the air.

Pete flashed them a smile when he noticed them on the floor. He gave Therese a thumb’s up, so she mimicked it back to him. As embarrassed as she was to be one of the few people dancing, she also, and unexpectedly, felt free. Just a few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have thought it possible to smile and have fun. She knew it was temporary—that tonight in the quiet of her bedroom—well, not complete quiet, for Puffy would be exercising in his wheel—she would not be able to avoid the flood of memories that would fill her with dread and bring that panicky feeling gripping at her chest. She wouldn’t think of that now!

“P-p-p-poker face!” she cried. She could do this. She could go on pretending that everything was fine and she was free.

Therese stayed out on the dance floor with Jen for one more song, and then the two of them joined the others at the bar where they all got pops. Therese was relieved for the sake of Pete and his band by the arrival of more and more patrons as the hour grew later. By eight o’clock, there was a decent crowd, and swirls of cigarette smoke began to fill the air, Mrs. Holt contributing her fair share of it. The sheer number of bodies on the dance floor brought the place alive.

Therese was glad when Pete’s smooth voice penetrated the dance hall from the sound system in perfect harmony with his background singers. She watched with delight as he plucked the strings of his guitar without missing a note, looking handsome in his white cowboy hat and starched denim shirt and jeans. The microphone was perched on a stand, and Pete swayed behind it, strumming the guitar. He winked at her, which made her smile. He had always been the big brother she never had, and she wanted everything to be just right for him tonight. His voice rang out to an old Mac Davis song her father used to sing
,
“Oh Lord It’s Hard To Be Humble
.
”

Therese pushed down the memories of her father to think instead of Than. The song described him to a tee. He was perfect in every way.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Todd was at her side asking to dance.

“Sure,” she said and took his hand as she followed him to the dance floor.

Waltzes were the easiest dance to follow, in Therese’s opinion, and Todd was a strong lead. He twirled her around the dance floor, giving her that fake feeling of freedom again. She smiled when she saw Bobby and Jen join them and the other couples moving across the floor with the smoke and the laughter and Pete’s smooth voice. She glanced back at Than, and a thrill moved through her entire body when she saw he was looking back at her.

When the song ended, Todd asked for another dance—a polka to “The Yellow Rose of Texas”—and Therese loved to polka, so she gratefully accepted. Round and round they went, flying across the floor. Todd w
as good at this too. As he turned her once again, she noticed Carol and Richard standing next to Mrs. Holt. Carol had tears in her eyes and a huge smile, obviously relieved to see Therese could still have fun in a world where her parents no longer existed. Carol’s tears sobered Therese, though she knew her aunt would be utterly grieved by that knowledge, so she bravely smiled and gave a quick wave before Todd pulled her around again. When the song ended, Todd ushered her off the dance floor to join their friends.

“Thanks, Todd. Come here so I can introduce you to my aunt and her boyfriend.”

Therese introduced Carol and Richard to the group, though they had met the Holts briefly last Christmas, and Carol had met them one other time years ago, before Jen’s father had left. Richard stood a foot taller than her aunt, about six-four, the same height as Than, and his chocolate complexion and dark brown eyes shimmered in the sparkling light thrown off by the disco globe above them.

“An investigative journalist?” Mrs. Holt asked as she shook Richard’s hand. “How interesting. Political or criminal?”

“Mostly political, but a bit of both.”

After the introductions and Richard’s attempt to field Mrs. Holt’s barrage of questions about the war and the president and Homeland Security, Richard pulled Carol out onto the wooden floor to dance the Texas Two-Step to a George Strait song, Pete’s voice easily matching the inflections of the original.