to help him.
Hoppy Harper was on his way, possibly the last of that sterling breed of doctors who made house calls.
Heaving Harley up the stairs to the guest room was worse than hauling any armoire along the same route. Though shockingly frail, Harleyâs limp body seemed to have the weight of a small elephant. It took three of them to get Harley on the bed, where the rector undressed him and bathed him with a cloth, which he dipped in a pan of soapy water.
Harley looked comic in the rectorâs pajamas, which had to bechanged immediately, given Harleyâs inability to make it to the adjoining bathroom on time. âI didnât go tâ do that,â said Harley, whose flush of embarrassment returned a bit of color to his face.
What had he gotten into? Father Tim wondered. He didnât know. But when Harley Welch looked at him and smiled weakly, the rector felt the absolute wisdom of this impulsive decision, and smiled back.
He went to bed, exhausted. Lace had gained permission to stay over, sleeping in Dooleyâs room next to Harleyâs, and keeping watch.
He reached for his wife, and she took his hand. âAm I dead meat around here?â he asked.
She rolled toward him and kissed him softly on the nearly bare top of his head.
âI married a preacher,â she said. âNot a banker, not an exporter, not an industrialist. A preacher. This is what preachers doâif they do it right.â
Nobody on the vestry had heard a word from the real estate company that had made inquiries around town.
Oh, well, theyâd thrown out the line and there would be another bite at another time. But had they made the bait attractive enough? They couldnât worry about that. They couldnât install additional bathrooms in the hope that Fernbank would lure a bed and breakfast. They couldnât cut up the ground floor into classrooms in the hope it would lure an academy. In the end, they couldnât even afford to paint and roof it, hoping to lure anyone at all.
At eight in the morning he dropped by Town Hall and sat in a Danish modern chair that once occupied the mayorâs own family room. He declined the weak coffee in a Styrofoam cup.
âBarbecue?â growled the mayor. âBarbecue? Two can play that game. Ray Cunningham makes the best barbecue in the countryâoutside the state of Texas, of course.â
âI donât know if Iâd fight barbecue with barbecue,â he said. âI hear Mackâs planning to have these things right up âtil election day.â
The mayor was just finishing her fast-food sausage biscuit. âWhydo anything at all, is what Iâd like to know! I donât see how that snake could oust me, even if I was the most triflinâ mayor ever put in office.â
âAny town in the country would be thrilled to have you running things, Esther. Look at the merchant gardens up and down Main Street, look at our town festival that raised more money than any event in our history. Look at Rose Day, and how you put your shoulder to the wheel and helped turn the old Porter place into a town museum! Look how you rounded up a crew and painted and improved Sophiaâs little house . . . . The list is endless.â
âAnd look how I donât take any malarkey off the council. You know weâve got at least two so-and-sos whoâd as soon put a paper plant and a landfill in here as walk up thâ street.â
âYouâve never taken your eyes off the target, Iâll hand you that.â
âSo what do you think?â asked Esther, leaning forward. The rector saw that sheâd broken out in red splotches, which usually indicated her enthusiasm for a good fight.
âI think Iâd wait a while and see how things go in the other camp.â
âThatâs what Ray said.â
âIn the meantime, I hope youâll have a presence at the town festival. I hear Mackâs setting up
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