THE BLACK SILENT -
DAVID DUN - C H A P T E R I I I
– C H A P T E R I I I –
Haley locked up the bikes, deep in
thought. In the ocean when the fingerlings or the herring were
jumping and roiling at the surface you knew there was something
having dinner down below. She couldn’t shake the feeling
that Sanker was having dinner. Her worry over Ben was incessant.
As with Ben’s work, she had questions about Sam. After a
fashion she had known him for twenty 23 years since she was nine.
At that time he was 19 and an impressive college jock.
Sam’s father, a difficult macho
type guy, to hear Ben tell it, had all the empathy of a wooden
wall but he had a sister who was the opposite. Her name was Helen,
and she married Ben. Because of the rogue male lifestyle led by
Sam’s dad, Sam would sometimes come to stay with Ben and
Helen. That was mostly before Haley’s time, and then after
her time, he came out of gratitude and affection for Ben and Helen.
Sam had a little of that family feeling in him despite the tough
upbringing.
As far as Haley and everybody else
was concerned Sam’s life after graduate school had been
mostly secret, so that when he came to visit it was as if he walked
right out of a dark closet and into these idyllic islands. As
far as his life and his persona in the islands she knew a lot.
He was very strong and athletic, a good listener, never bragged
and didn’t mind going unnoticed although it was hard not
to notice him.
She looked down toward the water and
saw a big black man and some white guys walking down the waterfront
street. They did not have the look of people from the island.
Then they were gone.
A few moments later Sam came along
headed for his chair. She developed the familiar nervous knot
in her belly whenever they were alone.
She smiled at Sam hoping it wasn’t
brittle. He smiled. Although he had been here first with his chair
starting nine months ago, somehow she felt he should move since
she had taken over the shop.