And then I took her in my arms and let her cry and I thought of all the years I was holding here, pigtails and the mysteries of menstruation and prom gowns and hot crazed first sex and life that had borne life and the sad, silent wife she had become when Karen took away gray, failed Gary. And finally I thought of the frail frightened woman here now and I cupped the back of her head in my hand, the chignon coming softly apart, and I lifted her mouth to mine with what I hoped was reverence, and kissed her softly as I had never kissed her as boy or man, kissed her with a curious innocence as I'd always wanted to kiss her, her tears warm and salty now on lips teeth had nibbled on nervously, and I said, "You have a savings account?"
She said, "I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. When we used to square dance in sixth grade, I used to kiss my pillow every night and pretend it was you."
I smiled. "Did I kiss well?"
She laughed. "That's the nice thing about being in sixth grade. Everything's perfect."
I said, "I don't have to tell anybody."
"Oh, Jack. Of course you do."
"No, I don't. My friend Edelman the cop thinks that Chuck Lane killed his sister."
"But you'd know."
"I could live with it."
"No, you couldn't." She took my hand and put it to her face. Her tears were as tender, as my little boy's hands when he was a baby. She smiled. "You're too much of a guilty Catholic, and so am I."
"You won't like prison."
"No, I don't suppose I will."
"So let's give it a try, all right? A secret just between us?"
She sighed and reached out and touched the laundry and brought it to her nose like a bouquet. "She would have dumped him, of course. Probably after a month or so. If even that long." She started crying again. "He's all I have, Jack. He's all I have."
I took her shoulder. Turned her around. "Susan, listen. I really won't tell anybody. I really won't."
Then I saw the line of her gaze raise slightly as somebody came up behind me.
It was her son. The one who'd caught us embracing.
He saw his mother's tears. His hands became fists. He was a Highlands boy, same as me. "He hurting you, Ma?"
"No, honey," she said. "He isn't hurting me." Then she put out her hands for him to take. "Why don't you wait here with me while Jack goes inside to make a call?"
The kid started toward us.
"You sure?" I said.
She nodded. "I'm sure, Jack."
The kid went past me, hands still fists, sneer on his uncertain mouth, taking his mother's hands gently as I had.
"You got a great mom there, kid, you know that?"
He managed to grin a little bit and said, "Yeah, that's what I heard."
I looked at her a long time, the girl of her and the woman of her, and I said, "I’m going to write you a whole lot of letters and tell you a whole lot of things."
"I sure hope you're not kidding."
I had to clear my throat because I was getting bad. I said, "I'd never kid a woman like you, Susan. Never."
Then I went in and did it. Picked up a yellow wall phone in the kitchen and dialed the Fourth Precinct and asked for Edelman and after I'd told him he said, "It never turns out for shit, does it, kiddo?"
Chapter 34
That afternoon, getting ready for work at the Security company, I went to the back room and found Diaz dropping peanuts into his Pepsi, one of the more arcane rituals he practices, and tossed his knucks on the table to him.
"This some kind of trick?" he said.
"No." A few days ago I'd felt superior to Diaz and his appetites. Now I wasn't so sure.
I turned and started toward the front of the building. "Hey," he said. "I heard all about you on the radio. Shit, man, you wasted those guys."
I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say.
Diaz grinned. "You're a hero, man. You know that?"
"Yeah," I said, "that's what I am, Diaz. A hero."
Then I went back up front and talked to Bobby Lee and asked her if she would please tell me what Elvis had whispered to her on her recent trip to Graceland, the thing that had made her feel a whole lot better.
Because that was just what I needed this soft spring afternoon. I needed to feel a whole lot better.
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