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“No, I’m going to have him mounted. We can get some fish at the supermarket.”
“He would make a nice trophy. Look at those colors!” Roger said admiringly. The two carefully put the fish into a wire basket and lowered him so that he would live as long as possible.
“Let’s go home,” Ket said. “Anything after this would be an anticlimax.”
“Suits me. Time we get by Ed’s house and let him start on your fish. It’ll be getting late anyhow.”
The two got their gear stowed and Ket moved to the driver’s seat. She started the powerful engine and soon the boat was skimming across Runaway Bay.
“I love to come out here,” she shouted with the roar of the engine.
“You ought to come more. Both of us should.”
“All right, it’s a date.”
Ket and her father parked the boat in their marina and soon were on their way home. They stopped off to give the fish to the taxidermist, Ed Jennings, and he promised to have it mounted in a few days.
Roger pulled onto the main road and headed home. He glanced across the seat at his daughter, who looked tired but content. Her hair was blowing in the wind from the open windows and he thought again how much she looked like him. I should wish she were small, petite and beautiful like her sisters and Lucille—but this one is mine. After a moment, he said, “How’s it going at the hospital?”
“Oh, fine.” She hesitated and then said, “I’m worried about one of our patients, a ten-year-old boy. He has a bad heart problem.”
“He’s not doing well?”
“No—not at all.”
“What chance does he have?”
“I don’t know, Dad. I talked to Dr. Bjelland, but he won’t come right out and say. I don’t think he’s very hopeful though, and he’s such a sweet boy.”
“That’s tough. It’s hard to hear about anybody that sick, but when it’s a ten-year-old, that really gets to your heart, doesn’t it?”
Suddenly Ket remembered the visit by Lisa Glenn, and she gave her father a summary. Indignantly, she said, “She didn’t care about Denny Ray. She was too busy posing for the camera.”
“That’s pretty harsh coming from you, Ket.”
Ket flushed and ran her hand through her hair. “I know, but it was so obvious. Denny Ray knew what she was doing right away. He said so as soon as she left.”
“Well, at least he’s got you on his side.” He changed the subject, saying, “Did you know that she’s going to be in church tomorrow?”
“Who’s going to be in church tomorrow?” Ket asked, turning her gaze on him.
“Why, Miss Texas. Guess you didn’t read the bulletin last week.”
“Lisa’s going to be there?”
“Yes, going to talk about her charity work.”
Sighing deeply, Ket sank down in her seat. “I guess I’ll go, but I don’t like it.”
The next morning Ketura found the large sanctuary at her church packed, for as Ket discovered everyone knew that Miss Texas would be here. She had threatened again not to go, but her father had been firm about that, and knowing he was right, she came reluctantly. And now as the song service went on, she examined Miss Texas very carefully.
Lisa Glenn sat in the front pew, right in front of the minister’s pulpit. She was wearing a beautifully tailored cream-colored jacket with long sleeves and gold-tone buttons. The matching straight skirt came to just below her knees and she had on a pair of shoes with high heels of the same color.
She does look beautiful, Ket thought reluctantly. It’s almost unfair that a woman could be that much better looking than other women.
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