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Tell Cabe
She stops writing and stares at the last two words.
Throws the pen at the wall. Slams her fists on the desk. Shoves the chair back so hard it flips over. Stands in the middle of the room and screams at the ceiling. “My life fucking sucks the meanest one of all! How could you force me to choose? How can you do this to me? Do you hear me? Anybody?”
She falls to her knees, covers her head with her arms, and bends forward into a ball.
Sobs rip through the house, but no one is there to hear her.
There is no comfort here.
3:57 p.m.
Janie stares out the bus window, cheek against the glass, watching Fieldridge go by.
As she walks from the bus stop to her mother’s house, she calls him.
“Hey,” he says.
And suddenly, Janie can’t speak. A garbled sound comes from her throat instead.
“Janie, you okay?” Cabel’s voice turns immediately concerned. “Where are you? Do you need help?”
Janie breathes, tries to steady her shaky voice. “I’m okay. I’m home. I’m . . . my . . . Henry died.”
It’s quiet on the line for a moment. “I’ll be right over,” he says. “Okay?”
Janie nods into the phone. “Yes, please.”
And then Janie calls Carrie. Gets her voice mail. “Hey, Carrie, I just thought I should let you know that Henry died. I’ll . . . I’ll talk to you later.”
4:43 p.m.
Cabel raps on the door. He’s carrying a potted plant and a bakery box from the grocery store.
“Hey,” he says. “I didn’t have time to make you, like, a casserole or whatever. But I stopped by the store and brought you this. I’m so sorry, Janers.”
Janie smiles and her eyes fill up. She takes the box and the plant, sets the plant near the window. “It’s really pretty,” she says. “Thank you.” She opens the box. “Oh, wow—doughnuts.”
She laughs and goes to him. Hugs him close. “You rock, Cabe.”
Cabel shrugs, a little embarrassed. “I figured doughnuts are good comfort food. But I’m going to fix you ladies some dinner, too, so you don’t have to mess with it.”
Janie shakes her head, puzzled. “What for?”
“That’s what you do when somebody dies. You bring them casseroles and KFC and shit. Charlie got all kinds of food when Dad died in the clink, and nobody even liked my dad. I was in the hospital but Charlie snuck me some . . . God, I’m rambling.” Cabel shuffles his feet. “I’m just going to shut up now.”
Janie hugs him tightly again. “This is really weird.”
“Yeah,” he says. He strokes her hair. Kisses her forehead. “I’m really sorry about Henry.”
“Thanks. I mean, we all knew he was going to die. He’s really just a stranger,” Janie says. Lies.
“Still,” Cabel says. “Anyway, he’s your dad. That’s gotta feel bad, no matter what.”
She shrugs. “I can’t . . .” she says. Doesn’t want to go there. She’s got other immediate things to think about now.
Like how to get her drunk, nightgown-wearing mother to a funeral.
5:59 p.m.
Instead of heating up the house even more by cooking, Cabel picks up dinner. Apparently, the scent of fried chicken and biscuits penetrates the Portal to Sorrow, as Dorothea appears and silently helps herself to the food before retreating once again.
The director from the funeral home calls. Janie first writes things down frantically, then discusses arrangement options with him. She’s relieved to hear that Jews have their funerals as soon as possible. That suits her just fine. And with no relatives to contact, they set the service for the next morning at eleven.
After she hangs up, Janie whips through clothes hampers and gets some dirty laundry together for the Laundromat. She shoves the basket at Cabel, and then she remembers that she promised Cathy a note. She scribbles something on a piece of paper and hands it to Cabe, along with a roll of masking tape. “Can you drive out to Henry’s and stick this on his front door?”
“No problem,” he says. He heads out the door while Janie irons a dress and then wipes the dust off of a pair of ancient, rarely worn flats.
“It’s not fair,” she mumbles. “It’s totally not.”
8:10 p.m.
Cabe shows up at the front door with the laundry—fresh, clean, and almost, sort-of folded.
“Note’s on the door, laundry is finished.”
Janie grins and takes the basket. “Thank you. You’re wonderful.”
Cabel grins. “Laundry’s not my strongest area of expertise, but I get by. Can I keep the panties?”
He grins and backs out of the house.
“Uh . . . you’ll have to ask my mother.” Janie laughs.
Cabe cringes. “Oof. Fuck and ugh. Hey, I’ll let you get stuff done . . . and give you your space.
Call me if you need me. I’ll pick you guys up tomorrow for the funeral, if you want.”
“Thank you,” she says. “Yes, that would be great.”
Janie watches him go.