I’m sorry. That must have been hard.
Yes, it was, she said softly. I’ve often wondered, is it better to have these years with someone you love and then have to remember and compare ever afterward and feel the lack of him. She glanced at Alene. Or never to have had that other person so you don’t have to keep remembering what it used to be.
I’d have to say it’s better to have loved that person, Lyle said.
Alene brought the sandwich to the table on one of the delicate old plates with the blue grapes painted on it and poured a bag of potato chips into a bowl and refilled Lyle’s iced tea glass.
Can I get you anything else?
No. But thank you very much.
She sat down next to him across from her mother. He began to eat. They watched him, he ate in big bites, they wouldn’t have guessed that he would. There had not been a man eating in their kitchen for a long time.
He ate half of his sandwich and began on the other. His face looked sore and swollen. I saw you at church, he said. Did anything happen after I left?
Yes, Willa said. You may not want to hear about it, though.
What was it?
Your wife got up and came down front, Alene said, and spoke to us.
What did she say?
She said she admired your principles, but she said you can’t eat principles.
He smiled. She’s right there.
Can we tell you what else she said? Willa said.
Of course.
I’m afraid she said she would have to leave now. Leave Holt, she meant.
I’m not surprised at that. She’s talked about it before.
She mentioned Denver and what happened there. Your son was very angry.
Did he say anything?
He shouted at us and ran out. I don’t blame him.
What will you do? Alene said.
He wiped his mouth on the napkin and looked out the window above the sink. I don’t know, he said. I think I’m done.
You don’t mean that, Willa said.
Yes. I’m finished as a minister. I haven’t done much good.
But people will get over this.
Probably they will. But I won’t. People don’t want to be disturbed. They want assurance. They don’t come to church on Sunday morning to think about new ideas or even the old important ones. They want to hear what they’ve been told before, with only some small variation on what they’ve been hearing all their lives, and then they want to go home and eat pot roast and say it was a good service and feel satisfied.
But you shouldn’t make up your mind yet, Willa said. I hope you won’t.
I think I already have, he said.
People make things unhappy, Alene said.
I would guess you know something about that.
A little, she said. All life is moving through some kind of unhappiness, isn’t it.
I don’t know. I didn’t used to think so.
But there’s some good too, Willa said. I insist on that.
There are brief moments, Alene said. This is one of them.
They looked at Lyle sitting quietly, his swollen face shining in the sun coming in the window.
I’ll have to meet with the assembly director and the ministerial relations board. They’ll want there to be some kind of a meeting about this, to make it all official.
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THEY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW she was gone until half the morning had passed. Dad woke late and turned his head on the pillow and saw she was not in the bed, though that was not unusual, she often was up and dressed and out in the kitchen working by the time he woke. He called for her. Then he tried to push out of bed but was too weak and called again. Finally he couldn’t wait any longer. He wet the diaper he was wearing and he lay there wet and sopping under his pajamas, feeling angry and uncomfortable.
After a while Lorraine came in. Where’s Mom?
I don’t know. I been calling for her.
She’s nowhere in the house, Lorraine said. I can’t find her.
Is she over next door?
Maybe. Can I help you, Daddy?
I made a mess of things.
Did you?
I’m all wet down here on myself. Some of it might of come out. I got to get out of bed but I can’t without somebody helping me.