about cell phones was that you could take them anywhere and when you answered them, you could be anywhere. If he wanted to be sure where she was, he should have called her on her home phone, except that nine times out of ten when he did that her mother picked up. He could always hear the frost in her voice when she realized who was calling. Most of the time she said Beth wasnât home. Most of the time it turned out she was lying.
âHey,â Beth said. âWhatâs up?â Hearing her voice eased some of the tightness in his chest.
âWhere are you?â Dooley said.
âWhere do you think I am? Iâm at home. And so are you.â She must have seen his uncleâs number on her readout. âI thought you were closing tonight.â
âI got off early,â Dooley said. âWhat are you doing?â
âHomework.â
âAlone?â
âOf course, alone,â she said. But he couldnât help wondering: Why of course? She hadnât been alone last night. Sheâd been with her history team. Nor, as far as he could tell, had she been alone the night before. âYou sound funny. Is everything okay?â
âYeah. Howâd you make out with that team thing?â
âSame old.â She sighed and Dooley pictured her leaning back in her chair, maybe even moving to her bed. He pictured her in what she usually wore to bed, which was mainly little tank tops and drawstring pants. Boy, he loved those drawstrings. He wondered if Nevin had ever pulled them. âWhat about you? Whatâs up with you?â she said.
âNothing much,â Dooley said. Well, except that his uncle was down at the morgue identifying a body. But he didnât want to get into that. It would just open up doors that he had already told Beth were closed. âIâm off tomorrow night.â He hesitated. He didnât want it to sound like that was the only reason he had called because it wasnât. For once, it wasnât even close. âI donât suppose your mom has plans?â
âWhy?â Beth said. âDid you want to come over?â
He did, but not if Bethâs mother was going to be there. Beth said she didnât care what her mother thought. She said her mother couldnât tell her who she could see and who she couldnât, and Dooley bet that was true. But all the same, he hated going over there when her mother was there because, on top of everything else, she never let them have any privacy. No way would she let them go into Bethâs room. That meant they were stuck in the dining room, maybe doing homework together, or they were in the living room watching TV or a movie, with Bethâs mother more annoying than all those commercials, the way she kept interrupting, checking up on them. She didnât even try to be subtle. She would appear in the doorway and stare at Dooley, letting him know that she had his number, she knew exactly what kind of guy he was, and if he valued his life, he had better keep his hands off her daughter.
âI want to see you,â he said.
âI donât know,â Beth said, slowly, drawing the words out, rattling him a little because he still couldnât believe he was going with a girl like her, and he wondered sometimesâokay, a lot âexactly what she saw in him, especially when there were guys like Nevin around, guys she could debate with, if thatâs what she wanted to do, while she was riding around in a midnight blue Jag. âShe has her book club tomorrow night.â
Oh. Possibly the one thing worse than a bunch of cops and retired cops playing poker was a bunch of middle-aged women earnestly discussing some book that had recently been on Oprahâs bedside table.
âAnd itâs at your place, huh?â
Beth laughed. Was that a good sign?
âTheyâre going to see the movie version of the book they read last month. They do that sometimes. After that,