Softly, Miss Lucille asks, “Can I ask you a question?”
I nod quickly. “Yes ‘m, of course.”
“Why don’t you lay with Maddy?”
Startled, I turn back to the stall. The stables can hold two dozen horses but right this minute it feels close and tight. The weight of Miss Lucille’s piercing gaze pins me in place. “What makes you ask something like that?”
“I didn’t mean anything by it.” She laughs, a playful sound like a splash of bright light in the darkness. “It’s just you go into town every night, and I know you eat at Stubs’, and I’m sure Maddy’s tried to take her share of your hard-earned money. But Boss Daddy says you’ve never laid with her.”
I shrug, uncomfortable. “I really don’t think he’d like us talking about this.”
“Is it someone else?” Miss Lucille persists. “A sweetheart back east, maybe?”
I plunge my drying rag into the bucket of soapy water at my feet and wring it out. Then, without looking at her, I shake my head. “I’m just not interested in her, okay?”