Trusting Him. Brenda Minton

bowling, and I thought you might like to go. Look, if you have something else to do…”

      “No, I’ll be here.”

      She shrugged and he followed her out the back door. His cell phone rang as she was locking up. As hard as she tried to ignore him, his conversation carried.

      “I don’t think I can see you. But if you need help, I’m here.” He looked away, his brow furrowing. “No, I don’t think so. Katherine, it isn’t too late.”

      Maggie walked on to her car.

      “Wait.” Michael jogged up to her as she was digging through her purse, looking for her keys. “Sorry, I had to take that call. It was an old friend. One that I can’t help.”

      “You don’t have to explain to me.”

      “I wasn’t explaining, I was just talking. I grew up with Katherine. Now she’s in a place where I don’t know how to help her.” He looked away, but when he turned, his smile was back in place. “Are you going home, or do you want to grab something to eat?”

      “I’m going home. I have to help my grandmother with the yard.”

      “I see. Yes, I guess I should head home, too. I keep forgetting that I have a lawn to mow.”

      “See you Friday, then.” She reached for her door handle, but his hand shot out, circling her wrist. When she glanced over her shoulder, his hand dropped to his side. “What?”

      “Maggie, the boy with the glasses, the one who doesn’t think he can count on anyone. Be careful of him, okay?”

      “What?”

      “Be careful. I don’t know, maybe I’m just being overly cautious.”

      “You are. And don’t worry, I am careful.” She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. “Friday, Michael. Don’t forget.”

      He was still standing in the parking lot when she pulled onto the street. His cell phone was to his ear. She couldn’t help but wonder who he was talking to and if he was falling back into old habits.

      “Vince called again.” Michael opened the front door for his brother. It was Thursday and he’d just had his second meeting with his probation officer. That should have been enough stress for one day. If only that could be the end of it. “I’m not sure if I can take this.”

      “You have to decide.” Noah pulled off his black-framed glasses and slipped them into the collar of his shirt. “Nobody is going to force you. If you want to call Officer Conway and talk to him, do. If you don’t, then hang up when Vince calls. Get your number switched to unlisted.”

      All good points. Michael tossed a crumb of bread into the corner of the room and avoided Noah’s questioning look. “It’s for the mouse.”

      “I don’t think I want to hear this.”

      “Probably not.”

      “Why don’t you get a dog? Normal people have dogs.”

      “The mouse doesn’t eat as much.”

      Noah walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of tea. “Michael, make a decision.”

      “I have an NA meeting tonight.” Michael had survived the kids. Narcotics Anonymous, his first meeting, sounded simple after a dozen or so teenagers.

      “Michael, you can’t discuss this at NA.”

      “I know that.” He brushed a hand across his face. When he looked up, Noah was at the door. He never stayed for long. “I think I can do it. The next time Vince calls, I’ll talk to him. He says I owe him money. He’s trying to use that on me.”

      “So let him. Use it as a way to get in. As an informant, the police want one thing from you. They want names. You’re the only one who can decide what you want to do about this.”

      “What I want to do?” He sat in the sideways-tilting recliner. “I want to move past this. I want for this to not be my life.”

      For a minute Noah’s expression softened. “I know. Remember, someday this will be the past. Right now you have to concentrate on what has to be done. Get it over with so that you can move on. Make the move into Vince’s life, Michael.”

      Noah made it sound so easy, like something that people did on a daily basis. But who really went out of their way to make a deal with the devil?