Cindy just stared ahead at the miles of flatland.
Liv didn’t want to say it, but she had to. “The house. Have you considered selling—”
“Where would I go?” Cindy said, her tone indignant.
“I don’t know. It’s a big place. Maybe you could—”
“What, rent a room above Pipe Layers?”
Liv frowned. “Of course not.” Then again, Cindy might fit in with the toughs who rented the flophouse rooms above the town’s only bar. Before taking her job running the local post office, Cindy had been employed by Adair Irrigation like their father. Working alongside the lifers on the line hadn’t exactly softened her rough edges.
Liv scolded herself—she was being too harsh. Like the candy from Parker’s, her sister might have a hard exterior, but there was a soft center in there. Though you might spit out the sour candy before ever finding it.
Cindy said, “I get that this town hasn’t been good to your family, but this is my life.” Cindy had stubbornly stayed in Adair. Most of the citizens hadn’t held her relation to the Pines against her, probably for fear she’d throw away their mail.
The hum of tires on the road filled the silence.
“Is there any way we can convince them to let him stay?” Liv said at last.
Cindy frowned.
“It can’t be that bad,” Liv said.
“He’s wandered off four times. And last week Dad threw a bedpan against the wall and called the nurse a”—Cindy lowered her voice because of Tommy—“a effing c-word.”
Liv put her fingers on her temples and massaged them. She’d been there only an hour and already her head was pounding.
“Trust me,” Cindy said, “I got into it with the staff. They threatened to ban me from the home if you can believe that.”
Liv could believe it.
“But I got a call yesterday from the director,” Cindy said. “He said there may be something you can do to help.”
Liv looked at her sister. “What is it?”
“I’ll let him tell you,” Cindy said.
Liv sat quietly again, annoyed that Cindy was keeping her in suspense.
Purposefully changing the subject, Cindy said, “You hear about Noah?”
“Hear what?”
“Your old boyfriend’s getting promoted from lieutenant governor to the big boy job. Governor Turner’s gotten himself caught up in some mess with young girls. Turner’s expected to resign any day now; they say he may be indicted. By law, the lieutenant governor fills the rest of the term.”
Liv thought about this. A rush of excitement flooded through her. Noah had been an outspoken supporter of Danny, and as governor he would head the Nebraska pardon board. Just when she’d given up on Danny ever being let out, something she’d never say out loud, a glimmer of hope. Then again, that was the cruelest thing about Danny’s case. Matt always said it was like the scene from an old mafia movie: Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. It had nearly destroyed Evan. And their marriage.
After checking in at the front desk, they walked past a communal area that was filled with elderly people sitting at tables playing board games or watching television. Two frail-looking men, both in wheelchairs, sat across from each other in the far corner, studying a chessboard. Liv’s thoughts drifted again to Matt. He loved the game. She made a mental note to call him. Matt was still angry at Evan, at Liv as well, she supposed, but he had a sweet heart and he’d come around.
In the residential section, Cindy stopped in front of a closed door. Underneath a medical chart there was a sign that read, I’M CHARLIE FORD. I HAVE TWO DAUGHTERS AND FOUR GRANDCHILDREN. I WAS IN THE ARMY THEN SPENT MY CAREER WORKING AS A WELDER AT ADAIR IRRIGATION. It was a cue card for the staff, to give them conversation starters and to remind them that her father was a real person before the monster had stolen him.
“You think it’s okay for…” Liv directed her glance at Tommy.
“It should be fine. If not, I can take him into the courtyard. The shelter brings over dogs to play with residents, so maybe there’ll be some puppies.”
“Puppies?” Tommy said, perking up.
Cindy knocked loudly, waited a beat, then opened the door slowly when no response came.
Their father was sitting in his old lounge chair from home, staring blankly at a television that had the volume muted. The room was spacious, at least—a hospital bed lodged in the corner and a small round table for meals.
Liv’s heart sank at the sight of him. He was too thin, the skin on his neck loose, his hands bony around the arms of the chair.