Shantih Journal Issue 2.2 | Page 92

From the kitchen window she watched him walk the vineyard middle to his place, a small house built in a clearing for the irrigation pump, then checked the ledger in the office. In the column below Cadell’s address, her father had written paid in every previous row. The gap started with July, Neda’s month. * Lonnie Cadell came back later that morning and every morning for weeks. His shoulders quaked under his t-shirt, pushing the mower or edging the curbs. He seemed as much drill sergeant as gardener, claiming authority over the ground he tended, or rather, commanded. But he did not move quickly. Pain showed in his face when he had to bend over. Once, after clearing the grass from a sprinkler head with hand clippers and a trowel, he had to crawl across the breezeway to a chair. She took him a glass of ice water, and hoped the job would be finished soon, that they could come to a new arrangement before this one killed him. * 92 It was during that same stretch that most renters made good on their arrangements. Neda tallied the amounts on the ledger and inked the word paid in the row. She tried to get hold of her one remaining delinquent by phone, but when no one picked up on the other end, she saw no option but to visit the house in person. In her father’s old pickup she pumped the gas twice, jammed the column shifter in to and out of parking gear, and shook the key in the worn ignition barrel. The engine caught, cried. Lighted symbols in the dashboard went off one by one. The passenger floorboard was deep with faded pink receipts from t he hardware store and lumberyard, snowed over with fine valley dust, dry and bitter in the nose, on the teeth. She found it hard to keep the wheels tracking straight on the crowned pavement. At the stop sign she looked at the house across the street, where the family of an old friend lived, the white siding visible through a window of eucalyptus trees. She turned toward the Sikh temple and the elementary school, though she could have gone right and got to where she was going just as easily. Of the twenty-