Not just loud, but the particular loud of people receiving news that they had been waiting for without quite admitting they were waiting. Calder stood in the yard for a moment. The lumber merchant, who had promised materials for a proper bunk house, had confirmed the delivery for the new year. Two neighbors had already arranged to bring tools and labor on a Saturday in January. Margaret had said, without being asked, and with her usual efficiency, that she would organize a supply drive through the women's committee, not as charity.
She had been clear about that. But as community investment, which was a different thing, and which Red Hollow could apparently get behind more comfortably when it was framed correctly, none of it was settled. None of it was going to be easy. The bunk house needed building. The schooling arrangement with Miss Daly needed to be made permanent.
Pearl's forleg was going to need a veterinarian's opinion in the spring, and Benny was going to continue to be Benny, which was its own ongoing situation requiring active management. But the papers were signed. He went inside. Clara was at the stove, and she looked at him when he came in, and he nodded, and she turned back to the stove, and her shoulders dropped half an inch, which on Clara was the equivalent of a long, relieved exhale. Maisie was at the kitchen table with Button the rabbit, explaining something to it at length.
She looked up when Calder came in. "Are we staying? " she said. He looked at her. "Yes. " She considered this information. "Forever? " "Yes. " Maisie looked at Button the rabbit and conveyed this information to it in a low, serious voice.
Then she looked back up at Calder. "I already knew," she said. "I know you did. But it's good that the paper says it," she said. "Because then it's really real. " He sat down across from her at the table.
"You're right," he said. "That's exactly what the paper's for. " Mesa nodded, satisfied, and went back to her conversation with Button. From the main room came Wesley's voice and Jonah's, and then Benny's, all talking at once in the overlapping, unorganized way of people who were talking about the same thing from different angles and not waiting for each other to finish. And it was loud and slightly chaotic, and nothing about it was neat. Calder sat at the kitchen table in the house that had been silent for 6 years and listened to it.
He didn't think about what he was going to say when people in town asked him why he'd done it because that question had an obvious answer. He didn't think about whether he'd made the right call because that question had been settled. Somewhere around the time Jonah named a lame horse Pearl and Wesley said okay and meant it. He thought about the fencing wire he'd never bought that day in October. He still needed fencing wire.
He was going to have to go back into town for it. He'd go next week. The fencing wire took three more weeks to buy. Not because Calder forgot, but because every time he planned to go into town, something came up that was more immediate. The bunk house delivery arrived early and needed sorting.