Jo, was it you? And if it was, why did you answer both ways? Jo, was it you? And if it was, why did you answer both ways?
"Mike? Are you there?"
"Yes. This isn"t really my trouble, Harold, so cool your jets. I do have a problem, though. Your main guy is Goldacre, right?"
"Right. I"ll call him right aw - "
"But he deals primarily with contracts law." I was thinking out loud now, and when I paused, Harold didn"t fill it. Sometimes he"s an all-right guy. Most times, really. "Call him for me anyway, would you? Tell him I need to talk to an attorney with a good working knowledge of child-custody law. Have him put me in touch with the best one who"s free to take a case immediately. One who can be in court with me Friday, if that"s necessary."
"Is it paternity?" he asked, sounding both respectful and afraid.
"No, custody custody." I thought about telling him to get the whole story from the Lawyer to Be Named Later, but Harold deserved better . . . and would demand to hear my version sooner or later anyway, no matter what the lawyer told him. I gave him an account of my Fourth of July morning and its aftermath. I stuck with the Devores, mentioning nothing about voices, crying children, or thumps in the dark. Harold only interrupted once, and that was when he realized who the villain of the piece was.
"You"re asking for trouble," he said. "You know that, don"t you?"
"I"m in for a certain measure of it in any case," I said. "I"ve decided I want to dish out a little as well, that"s all."
"You will not have the peace and quiet that a writer needs to do his best work," Harold said in an amusingly prim voice. I wondered what the reaction would be if I said that was okay, I hadn"t written anything more riveting than a grocery list since Jo died, and maybe this would stir me up a little. But I didn"t. Never let em see you sweat, the Noonan clan"s motto. Someone should carve DON"T WORRY I"M FINE on the door of the family crypt.
Then I thought: help r help r.
"That young woman needs a friend," I said, "and Jo would have wanted me to be one to her. Jo didn"t like it when the little folks got stepped on."
"You think?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I"ll see who I can find. And Mike . . . do you want me to come up on Friday for this depo?"
"No." It came out sounding needlessly abrupt and was followed by a silence that seemed not calculated but hurt. "Listen, Harold, my caretaker said the actual custody hearing is scheduled soon. If it happens and you still want to come up, I"ll give you a call. I can always use your moral support - you know that."
"In my case it"s immoral immoral support," he replied, but he sounded cheery again. support," he replied, but he sounded cheery again.
We said goodbye. I walked back to the fridge and looked at the magnets. They were still scattered h.e.l.l to breakfast, and that was sort of a relief. Even the spirits must have to rest sometimes.
I took the cordless phone, went out onto the deck, and plonked down in the chair where I"d been on the night of the Fourth, when Devore called. Even after my visit from "daddy," I could still hardly believe that conversation. Devore had called me a liar; I had told him to stick my telephone number up his a.s.s. We were off to a great start as neighbors.
I pulled the chair a little closer to the edge of the deck, which dropped a giddy forty feet or so to the slope between Sara"s backside and the lake. I looked for the green woman I"d seen while swimming, telling myself not to be a dope - things like that you can see only from one angle, stand even ten feet off to one side or the other and there"s nothing to look at. But this was apparently a case of the exception"s proving the rule. I was both amused and a little uneasy to realize that the birch down there by The Street looked like a woman from the land side as well as from the lake. Some of it was due to the pine just behind it - that bare branch jutting off to the north like a bony pointing arm - but not all of it. From back here the birch"s white limbs and narrow leaves still made a woman"s shape, and when the wind shook the lower levels of the tree, the green and silver swirled like long skirts.
I had said no to Harold"s well-meant offer to come up almost before it was fully articulated, and as I looked at the tree-woman, rather ghostly in her own right, I knew why: Harold was loud, Harold was insensitive to nuance, Harold might frighten off whatever was here. I didn"t want that. I was scared, yes - standing on those dark cellar stairs and listening to the thumps from just below me, I had been f.u.c.king terrified - but I had also felt fully alive for the first time in years. I was touching something in Sara that was entirely beyond my experience, and it fascinated me.
The cordless phone rang in my lap, making me jump. I grabbed it, expecting Max Devore or perhaps Footman, his overgolded minion. It turned out to be a lawyer named John Storrow, who sounded as if he might have graduated from law school fairly recently - like last week. Still, he worked for the firm of Avery, McLain, and Bernstein on Park Avenue, and Park Avenue is a pretty good address for a lawyer, even one who still has a few of his milk-teeth. If Henry Goldacre said Storrow was good, he probably was. And his specialty was custody law.
"Now tell me what"s happening up there," he said when the introductions were over and the background had been sketched in.
I did my best, feeling my spirits rise a little as the tale wound on. There"s something oddly comforting about talking to a legal guy once the billable-hours clock has started running; you have pa.s.sed the magical point at which a a lawyer becomes lawyer becomes your your lawyer. Your lawyer is warm, your lawyer is sympathetic, your lawyer makes notes on a yellow pad and nods in all the right places. Most of the questions your lawyer asks are questions you can answer. And if you can"t, your lawyer will help you find a way to do so, by G.o.d. Your lawyer is always on your side. Your enemies are his enemies. To him you are never s.h.i.t but always Shinola. lawyer. Your lawyer is warm, your lawyer is sympathetic, your lawyer makes notes on a yellow pad and nods in all the right places. Most of the questions your lawyer asks are questions you can answer. And if you can"t, your lawyer will help you find a way to do so, by G.o.d. Your lawyer is always on your side. Your enemies are his enemies. To him you are never s.h.i.t but always Shinola.
When I had finished, John Storrow said: "Wow. I"m surprised the papers haven"t gotten hold of this."
"That never occurred to me." But I could see his point. The Devore family saga wasn"t for the New York Times New York Times or or Boston Globe Boston Globe, probably not even for the Derry News Derry News, but in weekly supermarket tabs like The National Enquirer The National Enquirer or or Inside View Inside View, it would fit like a glove - instead of the girl, King Kong decides to s.n.a.t.c.h the girl"s innocent child and carry it with him to the top of the Empire State Building. Oh, eek, unhand that baby, you brute. It wasn"t front-page stuff, no blood or celebrity morgue shots, but as a page nine shouter it would do nicely. In my mind I composed a headline blaring over side-by-side pix of Warrington"s Lodge and Mattie"s rusty doublewide: COMPU-KING LIVES IN SPLENDOR AS HE TRIES TO TAKE YOUNG BEAUTY"S ONLY CHILD COMPU-KING LIVES IN SPLENDOR AS HE TRIES TO TAKE YOUNG BEAUTY"S ONLY CHILD. Probably too long, I decided. I wasn"t writing anymore and still I needed an editor. That was pretty sad when you stopped to think about it.
"Perhaps at some point we"ll see that they do get the story," Storrow said in a musing tone. I realized that this was a man I could grow attached to, at least in my present angry mood. He grew brisker. "Who"m I representing here, Mr. Noonan? You or the young lady? I vote for the young lady."
"The young lady doesn"t even know I"ve called you. She may think I"ve taken a bit too much on myself. She may, in fact, give me the rough side of her tongue."
"Why would she do that?"
"Because she"s a Yankee - a Maine Maine Yankee, the worst kind. On a given day, they can make the Irish look logical." Yankee, the worst kind. On a given day, they can make the Irish look logical."
"Perhaps, but she"s the one with the target pinned to her shirt. I suggest that you call and tell her that."
I promised I would. It wasn"t a hard promise to make, either. I"d known I"d have to be in touch with her ever since I had accepted the summons from Deputy Footman. "And who stands for Michael Noonan come Friday morning?"
Storrow laughed dryly. "I"ll find someone local to do that. He"ll go into this Durgin"s office with you, sit quietly with his briefcase on his lap, and listen. I may be in town by that point - I won"t know until I talk to Ms. Devore - but I won"t be in Durgin"s office. When the custody hearing comes around, though, you"ll see my face in the place."
"All right, good. Call me with the name of my new lawyer. My other new lawyer."
"Uh-huh. In the meantime, talk to the young lady. Get me a job."
"I"ll try."
"Also try to stay visible if you"re with her," he said. "If we give the bad guys room to get nasty, they"ll get nasty.
There"s nothing like that between you, is there? Nothing nasty? Sorry to have to ask, but I do do have to ask." have to ask."
"No," I said. "It"s been quite some time since I"ve been up to anything nasty with anyone."
"I"m tempted to commiserate, Mr. Noonan, but under the circ.u.mstances - "
"Mike. Make it Mike."
"Good. I like that. And I"m John. People are going to talk about your involvement anyway. You know that, don"t you?"
"Sure. People know I can afford you. They"ll speculate about how she she can afford can afford me me. Pretty young widow, middle-aged widower. s.e.x would seem the most likely."
"You"re a realist."
"I don"t really think I am, but I know a hawk from a handsaw."
"I hope you do, because the ride could get rough. This is an extremely rich man we"re going up against." Yet he didn"t sound scared. He sounded almost . . . greedy greedy. He sounded the way part of me had felt when I saw that the magnets on the fridge were back in a circle.
"I know he is."
"In court that won"t matter a whole h.e.l.luva lot, because there"s a certain amount of money on the other side. Also, the judge is going to be very aware that this one is a powderkeg. That can be useful."
"What"s the best thing we"ve got going for us?" I asked this thinking of Kyra"s rosy, unmarked face and her complete lack of fear in the presence of her mother. I asked it thinking John would reply that the charges were clearly unfounded. I thought wrong.
"The best thing? Devore"s age. He"s got to be older than G.o.d."
"Based on what I"ve heard over the weekend, I think he must be eighty-five. That would make G.o.d older."
"Yeah, but as a potential dad he makes Tony Randall look like a teenager," John said, and now he sounded positively gloating. "Think of it, Michael - the kid graduates from high school the year Gramps turns one hundred. Also there"s a chance the old man"s overreached himself. Do you know what a guardian ad litem ad litem is?" is?"
"No."
"Essentially it"s a lawyer the court appoints to protect the interests of the child. A fee for the service comes out of court costs, but it"s a pittance. Most people who agree to serve as guardian ad litem ad litem have strictly altruistic motives . . . but not all of them. In any case, the have strictly altruistic motives . . . but not all of them. In any case, the ad litem ad litem puts his own spin on the case. Judges don"t have to take the guy"s advice, but they almost always do. It makes a judge look stupid to reject the advice of his own appointee, and the thing a judge hates above all others is looking stupid." puts his own spin on the case. Judges don"t have to take the guy"s advice, but they almost always do. It makes a judge look stupid to reject the advice of his own appointee, and the thing a judge hates above all others is looking stupid."
"Devore will have his own lawyer?"
John laughed. "How about half a dozen at the actual custody hearing?"
"Are you serious?"
"The guy is eighty-five. That"s too old for Ferraris, too old for bungee jumping in Tibet, and too old for wh.o.r.es unless he"s a mighty man. What does that leave for him to spend his money on?"
"Lawyers," I said bleakly.
"Yep."
"And Mattie Devore? What does she get?"
"Thanks to you, she gets me," John Storrow said. "It"s like a John Grisham novel, isn"t it? Pure gold. Meantime, I"m interested in Durgin, the ad litem ad litem. If Devore hasn"t been expecting any real trouble, he may have been unwise enough to put temptation in Durgin"s way. And Durgin may have been stupid enough to succ.u.mb. Hey, who knows what we might find?"
But I was a turn back. "She gets you," I said. "Thanks to me. And if I wasn"t here to stick in my oar? What would she get then?"
"Bubkes. That"s Yiddish. It means - "
"I know what it means," I said. "That"s incredible."
"Nope, just American justice. You know the lady with the scales? The one who stands outside most city courthouses?"
"Uh-huh."
"Slap some handcuffs on that broad"s wrists and some tape over her mouth to go along with the blindfold, rape her and roll her in the mud. You like that image? I don"t, but it"s a fair representation of how the law works in custody cases where the plaintiff is rich and the defendant is poor. And s.e.xual equality has actually made it worse, because while mothers still tend to be poor, they are no longer seen as the automatic choice for custody."
"Mattie Devore"s got to have you, doesn"t she?"
"Yes," John said simply. "Call me tomorrow and tell me that she will."
"I hope I can do that."
"So do I. And listen - there"s one more thing."
"What?"
"You lied to Devore on the telephone."
"Bulls.h.i.t!"
"Nope, nope, I hate to contradict my sister"s favorite author, but you did and you know it. You told Devore that mother and child were out together, the kid was picking flowers, everything was fine. You put everything in there except Bambi and Thumper."
I was sitting up straight in my deck-chair now. I felt sandbagged. I also felt that my own cleverness had been overlooked. "Hey, no, think again. I never came out and said said anything. I told him I a.s.sumed. I used the word more than once. I remember that very clearly." anything. I told him I a.s.sumed. I used the word more than once. I remember that very clearly."
"Uh-huh, and if he was taping your conversation, you"ll get a chance to actually count how many times you used it."
At first I didn"t answer. I was thinking back to the conversation I"d had with him, remembering the underhum on the phone line, the characteristic underhum I remembered from all my previous summers at Sara Laughs. Had that steady low mmmmm mmmmm been even more noticeable on Sat.u.r.day night? "I guess maybe there could be a tape," I said reluctantly. been even more noticeable on Sat.u.r.day night? "I guess maybe there could be a tape," I said reluctantly.
"Uh-huh. And if Devore"s lawyer gets it to the ad litem ad litem, how do you think you"ll sound?"
"Careful," I said. "Maybe like a man with something to hide."
"Or a man spinning yarns. And you"re good at that, aren"t you? After all, it"s what you do for a living. At the custody hearing, Devore"s lawyer is apt to mention that. If he then produces one of the people who pa.s.sed you shortly after Mattie arrived on the scene . . . a person who testifies that the young lady seemed upset and fl.u.s.tered . . . how do you think you"ll sound then?"
"Like a liar," I said, and then: "Ah, f.u.c.k."
"Fear not, Mike. Be of good cheer."
"What should I do?"
"Spike their guns before they can fire them. Tell Durgin exactly what happened. Get it in the depo. Emphasize the fact that the little girl thought she was walking safely. Make sure you get in that "crossmock" thing. I love that."
"Then if they have a tape they"ll play it and I"ll look like a story-changing schmuck."
"I don"t think so. You weren"t a sworn witness when you talked to Devore, were you? There you were, sitting out on your deck and minding your own business, watching the fireworks show. Out of the blue this grouchy old a.s.shole calls you. Starts ranting. Didn"t even give him your number, did you?"
"No."
"Your unlisted unlisted number." number."
"No."
"And while he said said he was Maxwell Devore, he could have been anyone, right?" he was Maxwell Devore, he could have been anyone, right?"
"Right."
"He could have been the Shah of Iran."
"No, the Shah"s dead."
"The Shah"s out, then. But he could have been a nosy neighbor . . . or a prankster."
"Yes."
"And you said what you said with all those possibilities in mind. But now that you"re part of an official court proceeding, you"re telling the whole truth and nothing but."
"You bet." That good my-lawyer my-lawyer feeling had deserted me for a bit, but it was back full-force now. "You can"t do better than the truth, Mike," he said solemnly. "Except maybe in a few cases, and this isn"t one. Are we clear on that?" feeling had deserted me for a bit, but it was back full-force now. "You can"t do better than the truth, Mike," he said solemnly. "Except maybe in a few cases, and this isn"t one. Are we clear on that?"
"Yes."