Sundays With Ingrid
No one home: Ty still at practice, Mom and Dad at work. No one home and very quiet, the sound of Grampy’s pickup driving away still audible. The house was full of shadows, the edges of everything all fuzzy, but Ingrid didn’t turn on any lights. She went upstairs and lay on her bed, not like her at all on a late afternoon.
She spoke out loud. “What the hell am I going to do?”
Ingrid had read somewhere that sleep was a time when the brain got busy on its own, knitting together this and that, making sense of things. Right now would be good for a sleep like that. But just as Ingrid was about to close her eyes, her gaze fell on the statue of St. Joseph, standing on the shelf over her computer.
A plastic man, bearded and long-haired, not much taller than the soccer trophy beside him. Ingrid didn’t know exactly who St. Joseph was. Somebody’s father, maybe? All she knew was that Mom’s clients liked to bury him upside down in their yards to make their houses sell quickly.
What if you buried him right side up?
I guess your house would never sell.
Ingrid got up. She felt funny, not quite herself, more of a virtual self, a figure in a dream. Maybe her brain was doing some knitting after all. She took St. Joseph off the shelf, carried him downstairs, entered the garage.
Gardening tools hung on wall hooks. Ingrid selected a little hand spade, six or seven inches long. She went out to the front yard.
Where was the best spot for this? Maybe by the dogwood bush, her favorite landscape feature at 99 Maple Lane. Ingrid knelt, cut out a circle of grass, careful not to damage it—Dad was fussy about the lawn, sprinkled all kinds of stuff around every spring. Then she dug a hole, narrow and a little more than a foot deep. No frost yet, the earth still pretty soft—digging was fast and easy.
Ingrid buried St. Joseph right side up in her front yard.
From Behind the Curtain.
Welcome Mazie, alert cat (turns out to be BlueCat!), Cricket. Sneakers: please try again.
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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