Late that afternoon, Rosalie Drake from You Sew and Sew stopped in Needful Things on her coffee break, accompanied by Polly's housekeeper, Nettle Cobb. There were several women browsing in the store, and in the rear corner two boys from Castle County High were leafing through a cardboard carton of comic books and muttering excitedly to each other-it was amazing, they both agreed, how many of the items they needed to fill their respective collections were here. They only hoped the prices would not prove too high. It was impossible to tell without asking, because there were no price-stickers on the plastic bags which held the comics
Rosalie and Nettle said hello to Mr. Gaunt, and Gaunt asked Rosalie to thank Polly again for the cake. His eyes followed Nettle, who had wandered away after the introductions and was looking rather wistfully at a small collection of carnival glass. He left Rosalie studying the picture of Elvis next to the splinter of PETRIFIED WOOD FROM THE HOLY LAND and walked over to Nettle
"Do you like carnival glass, Ms. Cobb?" he asked softly
She jumped a little-Nettle Cobb had the face and almost painfully shy manner of a woman made to jump at voices, no matter how soft and friendly, when they spoke from the general area of her elbow-and smiled at him nervously
"It's Missus Cobb, Mr. Gaunt, although my husband's been passed on for some time now."
"I'm sorry to hear it."
"No need to be. It's been fourteen years. A long time. Yes, I have a little collection of carnival glass." She seemed almost to quiver, as a mouse might quiver at the approach of a cat. "Not that I could afford anything so nice as these pieces. Lovely, they are
Like things must look in heaven."
"Well, I'll tell you something," he said. "I bought quite a lot of carnival glass when I got these, and they're not as expensive as you might think. And the others are much nicer. Would you like to come by tomorrow and have a look at them?"
She jumped again and sidled away a step, as If he had suggested she might like to come by the next day so he could pinch her bottom a few times... perhaps until she cried
"Oh, I don't think... Thursday's my busy day, you know... at Polly's... we have to really turn the place out on Thursdays, you know..."
"Are you sure you can't drop by?" he coaxed. "Polly told me that you made the cake she brought this morning-"
"Was it all right?"
Nettle asked nervously. Her eyes said she expected him to say, No, it was not all right, Nettle, it gave me cramps, it gave me the backdoor trots, in fact, and so I am going to hurt you, Nettle, I'm going to drag you into the back room and twist your ni**les until you holler uncle
"It was wonderful," he said soothingly. "It made me think of cakes my mother used to make... and that was a very long time ago."
This was the right note to strike with Nettle, who had loved her own mother dearly in spite of the beatings that lady had administered after her frequent nights out in the juke-joints and ginmills. She relaxed a little
"Well, that's fine, then," she said. "I'm awfully glad it was good
Of course, it was Polly's idea. She's just about the sweetest woman in the world."
"Yes," he said. "After meeting her, I can believe that." He glanced at Rosalie Drake, but Rosalie was still browsing. He looked back at Nettle and said, "I just felt I owed you a little something-"
"Oh no!" Nettle said, alarmed all over again. "You don't owe me a thing. Not a single solitary thing, Mr. Gaunt."
"Please come by. I can see you have an eye for carnival glass... and I could give you back Polly's cake-box."
"Well... I suppose I could drop by on my break..." Nettle's eyes said she could not believe what she was hearing from her own mouth
"Wonderful," he said, and left her quickly, before she could change her mind again. He walked over to the boys and asked them how they were doing. They hesitantly showed him several old issues of The Incredible Hulk and The X-Men. Five minutes later they went out with most of the comic books in their hands and expressions of stunned joy on their faces
The door had barely shut behind them when it opened again
Cora Rusk and Myra Evans strode in. They looked around, eyes as bright and avid as those of squirrels in nut-gathering season, and went immediately to the glass case containing the picture of Elvis
Cora and Myra bent over, cooing with interest, displaying bottoms which were easily two axe-handles wide
Gaunt watched them, smiling
The bell over the door jingled again. The new arrival was as large as Cora Rusk, but Cora was fat and this woman looked strong-the way a lumberjack with a beer belly looks strong. A large white button had been pinned to her blouse. The red letters proclaimed:
CASINO NITE-JUST FOR FUN!
The lady's face had all the charm of a snowshovel. Her hair, an unremarkable and lifeless shade of brown, was mostly covered by a kerchief which was knotted severely under her wide chin. She surveyed the interior of the store for a moment or two, her small, deepset eyes flicking here and there like the eyes of a gunslinger who surveys the interior of a saloon before pushing all the way through the batwing doors and starting to raise hell. Then she came in
Few of the women circulating among the displays gave her more than a glance, but Nettle Cobb looked at the newcomer with an extraordinary expression of mingled dismay and hate. Then she scuttled away from the carnival glass. Her movement caught the newcomer's eye. She glanced at Nettle with a kind of massive contempt, then dismissed her
The bell over the door jingled as Nettle left the shop