Nicholas Sparks - A Bend in the Road

The fan?

After she pulled out of the parking lot, Miles stood without moving, wishing that he could turn back the clock and undo everything that had just happened. He wanted to find the nearest rock to crawl under, a nice dark spot where he could hide from the world forever. Thank God no one was around to hear it! Except for Sarah.

For the rest of the day, the end of their conversation kept repeating in his head, like a song he’d heard on early morning radio.

How’s the fan working out?… Because I can get you a new one… I just want to make sure you’re happy with it…

It was painful, physically painful, to recall it. And no matter what else he did that afternoon, the memory would lurk there under the surface, waiting to emerge and humiliate him. And on the following day, it was the same thing. He woke up with the feeling that something was wrong… something… and boom! There was the memory again, taunting him. He winced and felt the lead in his gut. And then he pulled the pillow over his head.

So how do you like it so far?” Brenda asked.

It was Monday, and Brenda and Sarah were sitting at the picnic table outside, the same one that Miles and Sarah had visited a month earlier. Brenda had picked up lunch from the Pollock Street Deli, which in Brenda’s opinion, made the best sandwiches in town. “It’ll give us a chance to visit,” she’d said with a wink, before running out to the deli.

Though this wasn’t the first time they’d had the chance to “visit,” as Brenda put it, their conversations had usually been relatively short and impersonal: where supplies were stored, whom she needed to talk to to get a couple of new desks, things like that. Of course, Brenda had also been the one whom Sarah had first asked about Jonah and Miles, and because she knew Brenda was close to them, she also understood that this lunch was Brenda’s attempt to find out what, if anything, was going on.

“You mean working at the school? It’s different from the classes I had in Baltimore, but I like it.”

“You worked in the inner city, right?”

“I worked in downtown Baltimore for four years.”

“How was that?”

Sarah unwrapped her sandwich. “Not as bad as you probably think. Kids are kids, no matter where they’re from, especially when they’re young. The neighborhood might have been rough, but you kind of get used to it and you learn to be careful. I never had any trouble at all. And the people I worked with were great. It’s easy to look at test scores and think the teachers don’t care, but that’s not the way it is. There were a lot of people I really looked up to.” “How did you decide to work there? Was your ex-husband a teacher, too?”

“No,” she said simply.

Brenda saw the pain in Sarah’s eyes for a moment, but almost as quickly as she noticed it, it was gone.

Sarah opened her can of Diet Pepsi. “He’s an investment banker. Or was… I don’t know what he does these days. Our divorce wasn’t exactly amicable, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, “and I’m sorrier I brought it up.” “Don’t be. You didn’t know.” She paused before forming a lazy smile. “Or did you?” she asked.

Brenda’s eyes widened. “No, I didn’t know.”

Sarah looked at her expectantly.

“Really,” Brenda said again.

“Nothing?”

Brenda shifted slightly in her seat. “Well, maybe I did hear a couple of things,” she admitted sheepishly, and Sarah laughed.

“I thought so. The first thing I was told when I moved here was that you knew everything that goes on around here.”

“I don’t knoweverything, ” Brenda said, feigning indignation. “And despite what you may have heard about me, I don’t repeat everything Ido know. If someone tells me to keep something to myself, I do.” She tapped her ear with her finger and lowered her voice. “I know things about people that would make your head spin around like you’re in dire need of an exorcism,” she said, “but if it’s said in confidence, I keep it that way.”

“Are you saying this so I’ll trust you?”

“Of course,” she said. She glanced around, then leaned across the table. “Now dish up.”

Sarah grinned and Brenda waved a hand as she went on. “I’m kidding, of course. And in the future-since we do work together-keep in mind that I won’t get my feelings hurt if you tell me I’ve gone too far. Sometimes I blurt out questions without really thinking, but I don’t do it to hurt people. I really don’t.” “Fair enough,” Sarah said, satisfied.

Brenda picked up her sandwich. “And since you’re new in town and we don’t know each other that well, I won’t ask anything that might seem too personal.” “I appreciate that.”

“Besides, it’s not really my business anyway.”

“Right.”

Brenda paused before taking a bite. “But if you have any questions about anyone, feel free to ask.”

“Okay,” Sarah said easily.

“I mean, I know how it is to be new in town and feel like you’re on the outside looking in.”

“I’m sure you do.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

“So…” Brenda drew out the syllable expectantly.

“So…” Sarah said in response, knowing exactly what Brenda wanted.

Again there was a period of silence.

“So… do you have any questions about…anyone? ” Brenda prodded. “Mmm…,” Sarah said, appearing to think it over. Then, shaking her head, she answered: “Not really.”

“Oh,” Brenda said, unable to hide her disappointment.

Sarah smiled at Brenda’s attempt at subtlety.

“Well, maybe there is one person I’d like to ask you about,” she offered. Brenda’s face lit up. “Now we’re talking,” she said quickly. “What would you like to know?”

“Well, I’ve been wondering about…” She paused, trailing off, and Brenda looked at her like a child unwrapping a Christmas gift.

“Yes?” she whispered, sounding almost desperate.

“Well…” Sarah looked around. “What can you tell me about… Bob Bostrum?”

Brenda’s jaw dropped. “Bob… the janitor?”

Sarah nodded. “He’s sort of cute.”

“He’s seventy-four years old,” Brenda said, thunderstruck.

“Is he married?” Sarah asked.

“He’s been married for fifty years. He’s got nine kids.” “Oh, that’s a shame,” Sarah said. Brenda was staring wide-eyed at her, and Sarah shook her head. After a moment, she looked up and met Brenda’s gaze with a twinkle in her eye. “Well, I guess that leaves Miles Ryan, then. What can you tell me about him?”

It took a moment for the words to sink in, and Brenda looked Sarah over carefully. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were teasing me.” Sarah winked. “You don’t have to know me better: I admit it. Teasing people is one of my weaknesses.”

“And you’re good at it.” Brenda paused for a moment before smiling. “But now, while we’re on the subject of Miles Ryan… I hear that you two have been seeing quite a bit of each other. Not only after school, but on the weekend, too.”

“You know I’ve been working with Jonah, and he asked me to come out to watch him play soccer.”

“Nothing more than that?”

When Sarah didn’t answer right away, Brenda went on, this time with a knowing look.

“All right… about Miles. He lost his wife a couple of years back in a car accident. Hit-and-run. It was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. He really loved her, and for a long time afterwards, he just wasn’t himself. She was his high school sweetheart.” Brenda paused and set her sandwich off to the side. “The driver got away.”