My Nora

chapter Four


Nora was sweeping out the accumulation of rotted straw on the barn floor when she heard the sound of someone leaning on a car horn. She looked down at her old Swatch and couldn’t believe how she’d lost track of the time. She had been cleaning to the soundtrack from The Phantom Menace and was getting some good exercise in waving her rake around like a light saber between each heavy load she carried to the trash bin. She needed the distraction. She couldn’t do anything — not research, not sketch, not paint — nothing without thinking about Matt Vogel. That scared her. She hadn’t even touched the man yet and she felt like a floozy for the things she wanted to do to him — and where.

The person in her driveway had to be Bennie. She was supposed to have arrived around lunchtime, which for Bennie actually meant “around three,” so she was right on time at five.

Nora peeled off her gloves and ran out to meet her friend, who had finally got off her horn so she could climb up to the porch.

“Wow, this place is a dump,” Bennie said cheerfully while receiving the hug Nora offered.

“Thanks for noticing. It actually looks worse now than it did when I bought it, and when I bought it the house was nearly completely covered in vines. The electric company had a hell of a time getting into the yard to run a new line.”

“Jesus. I hope you’re upgrading to the current century’s technology,” Bennie said, flicking her shiny black hair from one shoulder to the other and raising a perfectly waxed brow at her dirty friend.

“Among other projects. But don’t worry — I booked a hotel room for you for tonight so you don’t have to sleep in the draft.”

“Excellent. Is your painting boxed up? Let’s go to the hotel now. Is it far? I’m starving. Let’s go have dinner in town. You do have a town here, right? It’s not all just swamps and corn fields?”

Nora edged her overwrought friend into the living room and let the door shut behind them. “Yes, Bennie, there’s a town here.”

Bennie stuck out her tongue and helped herself to a juice glass from the drying rack and drained some of Nora’s boxed Merlot into it.

“Who’d you borrow the truck from?” Nora asked while pulling her dirty hoodie over her head and heading toward the bathroom to shower.

“It’s my brother’s. It’s huge, right? I kept swerving into other lanes because I couldn’t tell how close to the line I was. Gas was outrageous. Remind me to never buy a full-sized SUV.”

“That’s not an SUV, Bennie,” Nora called over the sound of water drumming against the tub floor. “That’s a boat. You could have just let me ship the painting, you know.”

“No way, chick. That painting needs to be delivered in perfect condition, especially since it’s the first one. They’re going to photograph that thing six ways to Sunday to put into their marketing materials so it needs to be pristine. I’m sure the boys in brown are quite good at their jobs, but we don’t know the value of that thing. If one dent or ding is going to slash the price by thousands, I’m not going to risk it.” At that, Bennie walked into the sunroom to see Nora’s painting in person. She giggled at it and put her cup down to start padding the painting with the bubble tape and torn drop cloths Nora had piled on the wicker chair earlier. By the time Nora was out of the shower, Bennie had maneuvered the painting into the large box Nora had begged off Chad at the appliance shop. Nora thought he’d seemed oddly terrified at her presence there but didn’t question it. He just fetched the box from the storeroom and squeaked out a “Need anything else?”

“Are you going to let your hair down, girlie?” Bennie asked as Nora applied lip balm in front of the mirror on her mantle.

Nora shook her head and rubbed her lips together to distribute the flavorless product. “Nope. I’ve got a new blue fedora I’ve been dying to wear with a ton of hipster irony.”

Bennie rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth in the diva-esque way she was prone to. “Why do you even have hair if no one ever sees it? Just shave it off again.”

“Hey, it’s my hair. I can show it or not show it,” Nora said with a bit of a growl, her forehead wrinkling as she scrunched her brows.

“Fine.” Bennie shrugged, unaffected by her friend’s ’tude. “I just think that it’s cool and it’s a shame you don’t have the balls to show it.”

“Whatever. Let’s get that painting into the truck and go. We can drive separately since my house is missing entire exterior walls and I need to come back.”

*

“Come on down, Nora.” Matt crouched near the middle of the two-man canoe holding a gunwale with one hand and reaching out the other to Nora, who was standing near the launch ramp clutching her camera for dear life and making a pained face at Matt.

“Is that thing watertight?”

Matt laughed. “Of course it is. It’s holding my weight. It can take another hundred pounds or so at least. Come on, baby.” It took Matt a moment to hear his own verbal diarrhea and when he realized what he said, he cringed.

Nora raised a brow.

“Sorry. We’re big on pet names in the South,” he said, schooling his face back to stillness although his blood was pounding bombastically inside his head. Matt had never called anyone “baby” — affectionately, anyway.

Nora smirked, but extended her hand and let Matt take hold of her wrist as she waded the short distance into the water and threw a leg into the boat. “That-a girl,” Matt crooned as Nora settled into a seated position on the canoe floor. Matt pushed off from the marshy shore with his paddle and they were off.

Nora gripped the gunwales on either side of the boat, sitting very still and whimpering each time the small boat rocked the slightest bit. The water was calm and free of waves in the still inlet, and Matt was paddling so near the shore that if they capsized, they could just wade back to land. Nora swore an oath. “Talk to me,” she said to Matt, who was actively scanning the woods for whitetail deer.

“Okay. What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything.”

“Problem with boats?”

“Small ones, yes. Big ones don’t bother me because of the stabilizers. I cruise a lot.”

“Can’t swim?” He watched Nora check the closures on the life vest she’d borrowed from Karen one more time before she went back to gripping the canoe sides. “I’m a pretty confident swimmer, actually. My problem doesn’t have to do with fearing I’ll drown, but that I’ll be taken by surprise by a boat capsizing.”

“That’s a pretty specific fear.”

“Well, when I was eight I was on a pool float at a friend’s house and her brother came up from underwater and turned me over. I had been nearly asleep at the time so I ended up sucking in a lot of water. Ever since then I’ve been terrified that I’ll get dropped in against my will.”

Matt paddled in silence for a while and then said, “You know, the cure for that would probably be getting dunked a few times.”

“Yeah, let’s just pretend otherwise.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, what can you tell me about your friend Chad?”

Matt stopped paddling and spoke through clenched teeth. “Why?”

“He seems curious.”

“Do me a favor and turn around.” He pulled his paddle in and held it upright by his side.

“You want me to stand?”

“No, just swivel. You can scoot back onto the floor and get back up if you’re afraid of lifting your legs over the bench.”

Nora sighed and lifted her camera strap over her head. She looked at the space behind her, then the water in front of the boat as if she were resigning herself to the inevitable. “Uh … ”

“You can make it. You trust me?”

She stared at him blankly for a moment then managed a small nod.

Matt lay the paddle across the gunwales in front of him and reached forward to wrap his fingers around Nora’s slim waist. She startled at his touch, but after a moment started lifting her feet up over her low bench. As she turned, the bottom hem of her shirt caught on his hands, giving Matt ready access to her warm skin. He skimmed his fingers up to her ribs before pulling his hands away.

“If you had just wanted to cop a feel there are safer ways to go about it,” Nora panted.

“Oh, if I were going to feel you up, I wouldn’t worry about being subtle, baby.” Get used to it.

Nora raised an eyebrow at him. “So, about Chad?”

“Chad.” Matt’s voice was heavy-laden with venom and his formerly smooth strokes into the water became violent stabs. “Chad and I made friends in eighth grade. We played middle school football together and then high school ball. He was the place kicker,” he added as an aside and then scanned the leafless trees on the banks. “He’s the kind of guy who gets bored easily, which is funny.”

“Why’s that?”

“Why, are you interested?” He cut his eyes toward her and found her face to be perfectly blank.

“Why, are you interested in me being interested?”

Matt ignored the question. “It’s funny because his soon-to-be ex-wife seems to have a boredom problem, too, and this time she cheated on him before he could cheat on her. They’d been married for about five years and she got pregnant by this other guy.”

Nora’s jaw dropped. “That is seriously twisted.”

“Nope. What’s really twisted is that she owns half the business because his daddy willed it to her when he died and they have to work together.”

Nora winced. “So I suppose every time she needs to take time off to take the kid to a doctor’s appointment, his wound gets ripped open again.”

Matt nodded.

“Well, the reason I asked is because I think he and my friend Bennie hooked up last night and she’s seriously geeked out about it.”

Matt was so relieved he could have melted right into the canoe bottom. He didn’t want to beat Chad into the next year, but if he had to … “Oh yeah? How’d that happen?”

“She drove down to pick up my painting yesterday. We went to Christine’s Tavern for dinner before I showed her where her hotel was and Chad was there with some buddies. The moment we walked through the door he made a beeline for us and started buying us a lot of booze. Of course, I didn’t drink any since I had to drive home.”

“Oh yeah? That’s interesting,” Matt said. By “interesting” he meant, “I’m going to f*ck him up anyway.”

“Why? Am I not cool enough to rate being talked to?”

“Cool isn’t the issue. I told Chad pointedly to leave you alone. I was absolutely unambiguous about that.”

Nora crossed her arms over her chest and furrowed her forehead with her hard squinting. “Why would you do that? It’s a small place. I can’t be intentionally avoiding everyone who rubs you the wrong way.”

“Because I know how he is.” He didn’t care to elaborate.

She shrugged. “Yeah, anyhow, I don’t know if Bennie is looking for a relationship or what, but she was mum about the encounter when she left this morning. Normally she spills all the details. This time, she just skipped right out of town without calling.”

“Does Bennie look like you?”

Nora shook her head. “No. She’s this short, Rubenesque Chinese woman, believe it or not. She works hard at it. She has to eat non-stop and she has this little book of exercises that are designed to emphasize certain, uh, womanly features. Why?”

“I think Chad would have been happy to lay either of you,” Matt said gruffly, his shoulders tensing up to his ears. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, letting the muscles of his neck, shoulders, and back uncoil one by one. He opened his eyes again and looked at her. “He treats women like collectible trading cards. No offense,” he said, averting his gaze again. “I know you’re one of a kind, but Chad sees women as flavors.”

“Yet he’s your friend? Sounds to me like sour grapes.”

When Matt cut his eyes away from the water he found Nora’s jaw sliding in a way that Matt knew for certain meant she was grinding her teeth. Should he just come out with it? Tell her he wanted her for himself? He couldn’t rightfully tell her to stay away from Chad. She was a grown woman. She needed incentive.

“Not my friend so much lately. We’ve been growing apart for a while, ever since he married my girlfriend.” Nora’s face relaxed and without pause she reached over and wrapped her fingers around Matt’s on the paddle.

“I’m so sorry. That’s … well, it must have been rough.”

“Yeah. He asked me to be his best man, but I made other plans for that weekend.” Matt snorted and shook his head, pulling the paddle into the canoe and laying it on the floor. “Truth was they had been going at it before me and Patricia hooked up, but hadn’t made it official. They were carrying on the entire two years we were dating, and then Chad decided they might as well come out with it.”

“And you were still his friend after that?”

“I’m a forgiving sort. Hey,” he looked her in the eyes and squeezed her hands gently inside his. “Can we change the subject?”

“Okay. You tell me what you want to talk about, and I’ll be so cheerful your teeth will hurt.”

Matt forced a smile for Nora’s benefit. He released Nora’s hands reluctantly and picked up his paddle again. “Tell me about your name. It’s not one I’ve heard much.”

Nora uncapped her camera lens and took a shot of a periwinkle-colored houseboat floating near the bank as they glided past. Matt was pretty sure it wasn’t legal to be there. There was a man on the porch with his feet up on the railings and a hat over his face — obviously asleep. His hound dog, a brown hunting sort with long floppy ears, sat at the edge of the porch and yapped at them quietly as if he’d been trained for silence.

“Well, my name is actually how I got to be interested in genealogy,” Nora said after they put some distance between themselves and the floating house. My grandmother named me after her grandmother, or at least in part. My name is actually Manora.”

Matt whispered it. “Manora. That’s pretty. Unique.”

“Well, apparently the first Nora was a very sweet woman. Her father always referred to her as ‘my Nora,’ so when a census taker was recording the inhabitants of their house, that’s what he heard her name as: Muh-Nora.”

My Nora. “Manora would sound pretty good partnered with Vogel,” he said lightly, and turning his gaze to her slowly to assess her reaction.

She smiled and giggled. “Now I know you’re flirting.”

“You couldn’t tell?”

“No. You don’t have to try so hard to be nice to me, Matt. We can still be friends without you inflating my ego.”

Matt opened his mouth to refute her cynicism, but thought better of it. Time was the only cure for that.

The breeze was starting to pick up and Matt took note of Nora rubbing her hands together and then putting them up inside her shirt against her skin to keep them warm.

“You ready to head back?” Matt asked, already steering back toward the ramp.

“Do you mind? I’m not built for cold.”

“I don’t mind at all.” He would have minded even less if he got to be the one to warm her up, pulling her naked body against his under the covers, sharing heat they created from love-making. That is, if they lasted long enough to make it under the covers.

*

“You want to come in for a beer?” Matt asked after pulling the canoe out of the bed of his truck and stowing it in its rack in the carport. He gave Nora a churlish wink. “Floor’s dry.” And Karen wasn’t home.

“No, I really want to dump my camera files and see if there’s anything there worth painting. I’m having a hard time with this schedule and want to get as much as I can done before the holidays get distracting.”

“Well, okay. Don’t be a stranger.” He put one hand out to chuck her chin again, but once his finger was there on her smooth skin and she was staring up at him daringly, he found himself not drawing back his hand, but using it to caress the skin along her jaw. Nora seemed startled, but didn’t resist. With their eyes locked in that intimate stance, it felt right for him to wrap his other arm around her back and press her against his chest. She put up one hand against the firmness of his belly, not to resist him as he initially thought, but to steady herself for she was shaking like a leaf, and not from the cold. “What’s wrong?” he asked, putting his lips so close to her ear that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck.

“Nothing. I guess I’m just surprised,” she said, closing her eyes as he laid slow, light kisses on her chin and neck.

“By what?” He was whispering now.

“I think you like me.” Her voice went breathy as Matt slid one hand down her back to grab a possessive handful of her rear.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. When her bottom jaw fell to speak some excuse, he slid his tongue between her lips and gently probed her mouth until she reciprocated by grabbing his lip between her teeth. His hands, warm as his heart, crept up the back of her shirt and found their way around to her ribcage where he cupped the bottoms of her breasts in the bowls made by his spread thumbs and forefingers. It was a dream for Matt merely having his hands there, molding them to her perfection, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to pull that shirt off over her head and lay her bare so he could caress, stroke, lick.

Nora obviously felt his aroused state as she shoved her hand down the front of his jeans and found the warm shaft that was starting to engorge at her attention. “Jesus,” she whispered, her eyes going wide as she wrapped her fingers around his girth.

“That scare you?”

“No … I mean … ”

Matt didn’t let her answer. He lowered his head down to hers and crushed her lips beneath his, devouring her mouth and darting his tongue into its far recesses. Nora moaned beneath him, and Matt felt like he was becoming completely undone. He needed her in the house. Now.

That didn’t happen. Karen pulled up and parked in her usual spot beside Matt’s motorcycle, although they didn’t hear her or separate until she got out, slammed the door, and clicked the lock button on her key fob.

“I’m all for you getting laid,” Karen said cheerfully, adjusting her glasses so they sat higher on her nose. “But can you commence doing so inside? Mrs. Herring is having a good ol’ time watching y’all through her sitting room window.” They all turned on cue to look at the house across the road to find a small, wizened face beside a drawn-back curtain panel.

“I … I’ve got to go,” Nora said, batting Matt’s hands down from her chest and then hoofing it across the yard toward her own.

“Nora, wait!” Matt called, adjusting his pants as he jogged after her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have — ”

“No, it’s not you,” she said, quickening her pace. “I don’t feel used, so don’t even say it. I just … I can’t right now.” Then she took off at a run. Matt let her go because making her explain against her will didn’t seem right, either.

*

The following Saturday, Matt and Karen perched in a rickety tree stand on a property belonging to an old woman who had a hankering for venison for Thanksgiving. Not being a hunter herself and not having indulged in game meat since her husband died five years before, she put out an announcement through her church network and word eventually got back around to Matt, who jumped at the opportunity to hunt on a property that large. The women had held a raffle and the four winners got alternating weekend hunting permissions on her property with the caveat that if they felled a deer, she got half the meat.

“So, what’s going on between you and Nora?” Karen whispered, holding her Remington 700 steady, waiting for the deer they’d spotted to quit nibbling and come out from the tree where it had taken cover. Karen generally preferred her bow over her gun since she didn’t have to wear ear protection when shooting arrows, but she’d accidently ran over her crossbow with her car the night before, not realizing it had fallen over from the wall it was usually perched against.

Matt was slumped against the back wall of the stand with his Thompson/Center rifle across his lap, making no effort to line up a shot. He wasn’t in the mood for it, but since it was his name scribbled on the “Permission to Hunt” form, he figured he should accompany his sister. “Nothing’s going on. Haven’t seen her in a week.”

“Doesn’t look like she’s moved her car all week, either. I saw her outside on Wednesday when I was driving home. She was talking to the contractor. He finally got that side wall put up now that the stairs are built in. She looked kind of tired and was yawning while the guy was talking to her.”

“Hmm.”

“Did you try calling her?” She squinted into her gun’s scope then muttered “shit!” as the deer’s shoulders became obscured by a large oak trunk.

Matt scoffed and the small sound made the deer jerk back a few paces and scan the area for the source of the noise. “I don’t even know her phone number. Haven’t needed it.”

Karen set her gun down flat again to wait, and turned to her sulking brother. “You know, I don’t need you to take care of me anymore. My feelings won’t be hurt if you decide to get married or whatever.”

Matt crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at the waif laying in the stand opening. Maybe she didn’t need him anymore. The thought had crossed his mind several times before then. She had a pretty good job as a nurse’s aide at the hospital and was studying for the SATs so she could enroll in college to get a nursing degree. He knew she was good about saving her money so even if she did quit working to attend school full-time, she’d be okay for a while. Matt’s annoyance was due to her preposterous guesswork that she was holding him back. And what made her think he wanted to be married? He did, but Karen was certainly putting the cart ahead of the horse.

“I know that, Karen,” was all he said.

“I mean, just tell me if you ever want me to leave. I can live anywhere. I’m going to want to live closer to school, anyway.”

“I’d never ask you to leave, Karen. It’s your house as much as it’s mine.”

“That’s not what the paperwork says.” She put her rifle back up to her shoulder. The deer was getting careless.

“Don’t worry about the f*cking paperwork. As long as I’m alive you’ll always have someplace to go. Drop it.”

“Okay.” Karen shrugged, then relaxed her shoulders and took her shot. It was a clean one; the deer fell instantly and was still after a few tense moments of thrashing. She raised her voice to normal level as she strapped her gun onto her back and then dropped her long legs down onto the ladder. “My point is just that if you want to hook up with Nora, I guess I approve. Not that you care.” Her head disappeared through the trap door and Matt sat there a bit longer thinking. Did he really care that a twenty-year-old approved of any romantic prospects? This time, yes. Yes, he did. Nora was a “for keeps” kind of woman.

Matt sighed and strapped on his own gun to follow Karen down the hole and over to the copse of trees where she was assessing the deer idly fondling the hilt of her knife. “You want to dress it here or take it home?”

He looked at his watch. Nearly noon. They’d be there for another couple of hours at least, and he’d been thinking all morning about ways to show up at Nora’s without spooking her. The way she’d ran from him that day after returning from the swamps hadn’t sat well with him and he wanted to know what he’d done to scare her. Still, if she didn’t want to be bothered, he wanted to heed her wish. Only for a while, though. He didn’t want her to think he’d given up so easily. Giving up just like that would have meant he didn’t really want her in the first place, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Matt wanted her body, yes, but the more time he spent with the artist, he also wanted her companionship. She was the wife he wanted, if she’d have him.

Circuiting her kitchen the evening he’d fried fish for her had stirred something in him, and not of the primal sort. Being in her company felt right. Good. It was the casual awareness they had of each other. The ease of conversation. She was a woman he wanted to come home to every night. A woman who had something to say he actually wanted to hear.

“Let’s just do it here,” he said finally, pulling out his own sharper knife and handing it to her. “I’ll get the rope out of the truck.”