"I don"t know what I"d do without you," she whispered.
Without saying anything to rea.s.sure her, he helped her to her feet, propping her up as they strolled back to the house. When they pa.s.sed the hand-carved sign that read "Crow"s Nest Bed & Breakfast, Little Limestone Island," he flipped the board.
Sorry, No Vacancy.
Her fever burned all night. Martin sat on the edge of the bed, feeding her tablets of aspirin and ice chips.
A single moth had followed them inside the house, tickling Lucy out of her rest until Martin turned on the lamp and the tiny creature flew to rest, panting, on the white shade. He smashed it, leaving a smear of gray dust and wings.
Walking over to the gable window, he gazed out of their attic apartment at the lake. All their life"s savings were encompa.s.sed by these few acres of land, bounded on one end by the stone jetty covered with zebra-mussel sh.e.l.ls and on the other by the apple tree with the bench swing. When insects began collecting at the screen, he stepped away.
Lucy shuddered in her sleep, sucking air through her mouth. Martin bent over and slipped his tongue-briefly-between her teeth. He expected the soursweet taste of sickness, but it wasn"t there.
That only made it worse.
In the morning, Martin puttered in the kitchen even though they had no guests, making himself a cappuccino and sitting at the dining room table beside the double-hung windows facing the lake. An ore carrier moved sluggishly away from the island, heading past Put-in-Bay for the Ohio sh.o.r.e.
A tall, silver-haired man in gold pants and shirt-their neighbor, Bill-walked along the sh.o.r.e with a little girl about four or five years old. Martin"s heart began to skip. He set his cup down so fast it splashed and ran through the screened-in porch, the door clapping shut behind him.
Sunrise glinted off the water. He shielded his eyes with his hand as he walked barefoot over the dew-damp gra.s.s. "Hey, neighbor!"
"Good morning, Marty," Bill replied. He gestured at the little girl. "This here"s our granddaughter, Kelsey. Say hi, darling."
The little girl looked up at Martin. Panic flashed across her eyes, and she spun away from him to look at the lake.
"Hi, Kelsey," Martin said. He noticed the cappuccino running down his arm, and absent-mindedly lifted his wrist to his mouth to lick it off.
Bill shrugged. "Kids, huh. Folks don"t teach "em any manners these days." He pointed to the pumphouse, a squat block of concrete that sat on the edge of the lake. "When did you block that up?"
"Oh." The farmhouse was over a hundred years old. Before the island built its water supply, the farmers pumped it in directly from the lake. "A couple days ago."
"I thought you were going to turn it into a sauna."
"That"s still the plan. But one of our guests was poking around in it after he came back from the winery. Fell and cut his head. Pretty big gash. He didn"t need st.i.tches, but we figured-"
"Liability?"
"Yeah."
"That"s a shame, people not being responsible." Bill looked up to the porch. "Say, where are your guests? Isn"t it about breakfast time?"
"We had to cancel all our reservations," Martin said. He watched Kelsey closely. She poked around the rocks, searching for a way into the pumphouse. "Lucy"s been sick."
"Gosh, I"m sorry to hear that. What"s wrong?"
"She came down with this fever-"
"Hey, there she is."
Martin turned. Lucy stood outlined in the attic window. The gla.s.s caught the sun, casting it in such a way that she was surrounded by a corona of jagged, golden light.
Bill waved to the attic window and cupped his hands to his mouth. "Get well soon, Lucy!"
She returned the greeting.
"You have an awful pretty wife there," Bill said.
Martin frowned. "Some days she"s more awful than-"
Kelsey pounded on the side of the pumphouse with a rock. Martin hurried toward her, hand outstretched, stepping carefully in his bare feet across the stones. "Hey, Kelsey, come here. I want to show you something neat."
The little girl looked to her grandfather, who nodded permission.
"Shhh." Martin pressed his forefinger to his lips. With exaggerated tiptoeing, he led her onto their other neighbor"s property. It was a small cabin, seldom used. Its lake pump had been more modern, an eight-foot square of concrete that jutted out from the sh.o.r.e like a single tooth in a child"s mouth. Algae-slick boulders, driftwood branches, and other debris heaped around it.
The two inched slowly out on the slab until they reached the edge and saw the snakes-a dozen or more of them ranging in length from one to three feet. Their scales glistened black as they sunned themselves on the rocks.
Kelsey gasped and clung to Martin"s leg, pressing her face against his thigh and peeking out. Martin wrapped his hand around the top of her head and pointed out to the water, where a new snake sinuated across the rippled surface toward the sh.o.r.e. It lifted its nose, turning it like a submarine periscope.
Bill crept up behind them and stomped his foot on the concrete, chuckling as they jumped. The snakes immediately disappeared among the rocks and driftbrush. The snake in the water dived beneath the surface.
Kelsey lifted her head. "Grampa!"
Martin straightened, letting her go. "They"re harmless," he said. "Lake Erie water snakes. Endangered."
Bill wrapped his arms around his granddaughter. "Just "cause they"re endangered don"t mean they"re not dangerous. Tigers are endangered too, but they"re still dangerous."
Martin smiled and stepped off the slab. "You come back any time you want to see my snakes now, Kelsey."
They said goodbye to one another. Martin watched until they were off the property, then went inside and watched out the window to be sure they didn"t come back.
The setting sun sheened off the windshield, causing Martin to slow the car as he pa.s.sed the black-clad teenagers strolling down the road, trading cigarettes. A pink-haired boy sneered at Martin and Lucy, shaping his hand into a claw and gouging at them. The other kids laughed.
"Are you sure you feel well enough to do this?" Martin asked Lucy.
She ran her fingertips over her face to smooth the skin. "It"s been long enough. We have to get back to normal some time. And I do feel better."
"Good." Martin pulled into the lot of the Limestone Island Winery, tires crunching on the gravel. He jumped out and opened the door for her.
They walked up the steps. The winery sat on the waterfront, within walking distance of the docks. The terrace faced the lake so that"s where the tourists gathered. A Jimmy Buffet song started over the speakers, an impromptu singalong shaking the walls as Lucy and Martin went into the pub.
Martin traded nods with a few locals watching the TVs and waved to the fortyish woman behind the bar. She wore a tight T-shirt, logoed with a bottle of Two Worms Tequila, a picture of a lemon, and the slogan "Suck this."
She waved back as Lucy and Martin took their usual booth in the corner. Then she yelled something into the kitchen, threw the towel over her shoulder, and came to join them.
"G.o.d, Lucy," she said, sliding in across the booth. "You"re radiant. You look wonderful. You sure you"ve been sick?"
An enthusiastic chorus of "wasting away again" came through the wall from the terrace outside.
"Hi, Kate," Martin said above the singing.
"I don"t look nearly as wonderful as you," Lucy answered, smiling. "Is that a new perm?"
She struck a pose, vamping the hairdo for them. "What do you think, Marty?"
"Looks terrific."
Kate"s daughter, Maya, a high school senior, stepped to the kitchen door, looked around, and then carried over a bottle of red wine and three gla.s.ses. "Thanks, honey," Kate said. "Now don"t serve anyone else. Make Mike do it."
"He hates coming out of the kitchen, Mom."
Kate wagged her finger. "I"m not kidding." As Maya stepped away, Kate snapped the towel at her b.u.t.t. She twisted around, frowning. Martin winked at her.
"Now don"t go making eyes at my daughter, Mr. Marty Van Wyk," Kate said, threatening him with the towel.
"Here, give me the bottle," he said. "I"ll open it."
"What happened to Christie and Boyko?" Lucy asked, looking around. All summer long, Christie had waited tables while Boyko worked the kitchen.
Kate curled her lip dramatically. "The Vulgarians?"
"Bulgarians," Martin corrected.
"You ever notice the way they pawed each other all the time?" Kate asked.
Lucy leaned her head on Martin"s shoulder. "They"re in love with each other. It"s very sweet."
"It was out of control."
The cork popped out of the bottle. Martin poured the dark red liquid into their three gla.s.ses. He slid the first one over to Kate. "Why are you talking about them in the past tense?"
"Didn"t you hear? Hristina"-Kate p.r.o.nounced it with the accent-"and Boyko disappeared two weeks ago. Not a word-we were worried! But then someone saw them over at Sandusky Pointe, running the roller coasters at the park. They said the pay was better over there, and they had some other job at night. They"re trying to make as much as they can before their green cards expire and they have to go home."
Lucy sipped her wine.
"Everybody disappeared at once," Kate said. "First it was those two, then you, then Pitr. We all suspected-" She dropped her voice and lifted her eyebrows. "-foul play."
Martin swallowed his wine the wrong way and coughed. Pitr was Czech, from some small town with a castle south of Brno; he came over through the same agency that hired the other foreign workers. "Pitr?" he rasped. "He go over to the mainland too?"
"Probably." Kate leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes glittering. "Say, did he ever come out to your place to fill that hole of yours?"
Lucy pressed her leg against Martin"s. "He wasn"t interested in doing any yardwork."
"Who"s talking about yardwork?" Kate laughed. "Pitr"s not interested in any work, but he"s still good for business. G.o.d, he"s gorgeous! Every woman who came in here wanted him."
Lucy put a hand against her throat. "He has such a lovely, full mouth," she said, just above a whisper.
"Uh-huh," added Kate, who overheard. "And what was his mouth full of? I bet Marty knows." She glanced down at his crotch and winked at him.
"If I did," Martin said, "I certainly wouldn"t tell you."
"Oh, pooh! You two are no fun tonight."
Martin dipped his finger in his wine and pressed it against Lucy"s forehead. The droplets sizzled. "We"re just tired," he said. "And Lucy"s not quite as well as we thought."
They left the winery, sitting at the island"s only traffic light just outside the parking lot. A tiny beetle of some sort, attracted to Lucy, buzzed around the inside of the dark car.
"Oh, that was so awful," she said, trying to chase it away.
Martin reached up and flicked the overhead light on. The beetle flew to it, rested a second, then buzzed back at Lucy. "We"ve got a little money left. Enough to get away somewhere."
"No, we can"t."
"Let"s go over to the mainland then. See if we can find a doctor-"
"No! I"ll get better."
Martin could see the light getting ready to change, but he waited while a couple trucks full of quarry workers sped through the intersection and parked across the street in front of the Ice Cellar, a rougher bar where locals hung out.
"I suppose it has to get better," he said, turning onto the road that led to the other side of the island and their house.
Lucy swatted at the beetle. "It can"t get worse."
The next morning she was too weak from the fever to rise from bed. Martin sat in the easy chair by the bed and popped the tape into the VCR. He turned the sound off so he wouldn"t disturb her, and hit the play b.u.t.ton.
Despite what Kate thought, Martin only liked to watch. He had been hiding in the closet under the stairs the day Lucy invited Pitr over to do the yardwork.
The peephole made the picture hazy around the edges. Lucy stepped into the room-the "special" guest bedroom, next to the closet stairs-shook off her robe, and turned around right in front of the camera. Performing for it. Underneath she wore only a black corset, black stockings, high heels. She had rings on her thumbs and fingers, bracelets on her arms.
She looked as gorgeous as Martin had ever seen her, ten years younger than her actual age, timelessly beautiful.
The second figure stepped into view from the left. Pitr. Prettier than Kate"s description. Scrumptious. "To die for," Lucy had said. And Martin had agreed. Dark skin, all muscle, pale blond hair, and lips so full they looked as though they would burst like bubbles if you touched them.
Lucy touched Pitr"s lips. First with her fingernails. Then with her mouth, as her hands began to undress him. Still performing.
Martin hit pause on the tape. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear their sounds come through the walls. He could still smell the candles that Lucy had burned.
Blankets rustled, a foot b.u.mped against the wall. Lucy tossed, mumbling in her delirium. He stroked her leg once.
Scooting forward to the edge of his seat, he hit the forward b.u.t.ton. On the tape, Lucy straddled Pitr, her favorite position, but he grabbed her arms and flipped her over, forcing himself on top of her, roaring as he bulled away between her legs. Neither she nor Martin minded the roughness. Martin had parted his bathrobe and taken his c.o.c.k in hand by then, watching everything on the little camcorder screen-it was an old camera, one they had used for years.
Lucy, still performing, bit into Pitr"s dark, hairless chest.
Martin liked to see her hurt the other men. But this time something went beyond the normal rough play. Grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head, Pitr slammed into her so hard that she clamped her teeth down, twisting her head as if possessed, until the skin tore. Martin, so intent on his own desire, realized it only when he saw the blood trickling from her mouth.
He had sat there, then, in the closet, still holding himself loosely, frozen with the thought of viruses; they"d been exposed before and escaped okay- Pitr pounded away until he groaned and pulled away. Lucy rolled over on her side, spitting out the blood, scrubbing her mouth with the sheets. Pitr stepped back from the bed, out of view of the camera, and spoke to her in some language that didn"t sound like Czech to Martin, but something far older, harsher. He slammed the closet door.
Martin s.n.a.t.c.hed up the remote and hit pause.