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”
She
had
a
sudden
image
of
the
fat
old
janitor
bent
over
his
chess
set
in
the
basement
,
with
the
bare
light
bulb
over
his
head
,
and
herself
standing
by
him
,
watching
the
deliberateness
,
the
oddness
of
him
there
alone
by
the
furnace
.
“
Last
night
?
”
she
said
.
“
A
heart
attack
.
He
was
in
his
sixties
.
”
What
Beth
said
next
surprised
her
.
It
came
out
almost
without
conscious
thought
.
“
I
’
d
like
to
come
to
the
funeral
.
”
“
The
funeral
?
”
Mrs
.
Deardorff
said
.
“
I
’
m
not
sure
when
—
There
’
s
an
unmarried
sister
,
Hilda
Shaibel
.
You
could
call
her
.
”
*
*
*
When
the
Wheatleys
drove
her
to
Lexington
six
years
before
,
they
had
gone
on
narrow
asphalt
roads
through
towns
where
she
had
stared
out
the
car
windows
at
stoplights
while
brightly
dressed
people
crossed
the
streets
and
walked
on
crowded
sidewalks
in
front
of
shops
.
Now
,
driving
back
with
Jolene
,
it
was
four
-
lane
concrete
most
of
the
way
and
the
towns
were
visible
only
as
names
printed
on
green
signs
.
“
He
looked
like
a
mean
son
of
a
bitch
,
”
Jolene
said
.
“
He
wasn
’
t
easy
to
play
chess
with
,
either
.
I
think
I
was
terrified
of
him
.
”
