"That"s you," the woman who sold guns told Jay. "It"s going to be a while before they get to you, though. You want something to eat?"
"Yes." He had not realized how hungry he was.
"I don"t keep much besides beer in these places. Usually I just phone out. Pizza okay?"
He had not eaten pizza since college. He said it was.
"You"ve got to get out of here, "cause I"ll have to give the address. Why don"t you go in the kitchen?"
A plastic model of a large artery enclosing a very small artificial heart stood in the middle of the room. He nodded and went into the kitchen."Bring me a beer, okay?"
The refrigerator was white, as his mother"s had been; he knew vaguely that no one had white refrigerators now, though he did not know why. It held beer in squat plastic bulbs and a deli container of potato salad. He opened a bulb over the small and dirty sink, afraid that the foam might overflow the bulb. When he could no longer hear her voice, he called, "Can I come back in?"
"Sure."
He brought her the beer, and she said, "Pepperoni, hot peppers, and onions, okay? You can have a beer, too."
He shook his head. "Not until the food gets here."
"Don"t you think it"s coming?"
It had not even occurred to him. He said, "Of course it is," and returned to the kitchen to get a beer for himself.
"I need to make another call. I got to call my baby-sitter and tell her I won"t be back tonight.
But I"ll wait till we see you."
He nodded, careful not to look at her. A towering Christmas tree, shrunken by distance, disappeared into the ceiling. Little firemen in yellow coveralls and Day-Glo red helmets clambered over it like elves.
"I turned off the sound so I could call. All right?"
"Sure," he said.
"Maybe you"d better turn it back on now."
He did, getting it too loud then scaling it back. Reduced to the size of a child"s battery-powered CUV, an immense float trundled through the room, appearing at one wall and disappearing into the other while doll-size women feigned to conceal their nakedness with bouquets from which they tossed flowers to the onlookers. Lee-Anne"s voice said, "... la tourista fiesta queen and her court, Phil. They say the fiesta is worth about three hundred million to the city of Orlando."
Phil"s voice replied, "I don"t doubt it. And speaking of money, Lee-Anne, here"s a lady trying to collect some."
A good-looking woman in a skintight orange jumpsuit rappelled down a mountain of air, bouncing and swaying. Jay said, "I didn"t see that."
"They were shooting from a helicopter, probably," the woman who sold guns told him.
It took about half a second for him to realize that by "shooting" she intended the taking of pictures; in that half second, the swaying woman on the rope became the helmetless woman he recalled, shaking out her hair in the rear seat of the vanette. "You have a great deal of money belonging to our Federal Government. One hundred thousand, if not more."
The other woman said, "He thinks it belongs to him."
Then his own voice, just as he heard it when he spoke: "It was paid me by Globnet."
Their conversation continued, but he paid little attention to what they said. He watched Hayfa Washington"s face, discovering that he had forgotten (or had never known) how beautiful she had been.Too soon it was over, and a woman in a spotless gingham ap.r.o.n coalesced from light to talk about lemon custard. The woman who sold guns said, "You want to turn that off now?" and he did.
"I"m going to call my sitter, okay? You can stay, though. I won"t tell her where I am."
"I"ll go anyway," he said, and returned to the kitchen. Faintly, through the tiny dining nook and the door he had closed behind him, he heard her tell someone, "It"s me, Val. How are the kids?"
The card was in his shirt pocket, under the hunting coat he had been careful not to remove.
"Captain H. Washington, Fifth Airborne Brigade." He turned it over, and discovered that her picture was on the reverse, and that her soul was in her huge dark eyes.
"Hey!" the other woman called from the living room. "The pizza"s here. Bring out a couple more bulbs."
He did, and opened hers for her while she opened the pizza box on the rickety coffee table, then returned to the kitchen for plastic knives and forks, and paper napkins.
"If we eat in there we"ll have to sit facing," she said. "So I figured in here. We can sit side-by-each, like in the car. It"ll be easier." He said that was fine, and asked about her children. "Oh, they"re okay. My girlfriend is sitting them. She"s going to take them over to her house till I get back. Ron"s eight and Julie"s seven. I had them right together, like. Then we broke up, and he didn"t want any part of them. You know how that is."
"No," he said. "No, I don"t."
"Haven"t you ever been married? Or lived with a woman?"
He shook his head.
"Well, why not?"
"I"ve never been rich, handsome, or exciting, that"s all." He paused, thinking. "All right, I"m rich now, or at least have something like riches. But I never did before."
"Neither was he, but he got me."
Jay shrugged.
"He was nice, and he was fun to be with, and he had a pretty good job. Only after the divorce his company sent him overseas and he stopped paying support."
"I"ve never had a job," Jay said.
"Really?"
"Really. My friends call me a slacker." He found that he was smiling. "Dad called me a woods b.u.m. He"s dead now."
"I"m sorry."
"So am I, in a way. We seldom got along, but well. . ." He shrugged and drank beer.
"I know."
"He sent me to college. I thought I was a pretty good baseball player in those days, and a pretty good football player, but I didn"t make either team. I tried hard, but I didn"t make the cut."
She spoke with her mouth full. "Tha"s too bad."
"It was. If I had, it would have been different. I know it would. The way it was, I workedhard up until I was close to graduation." The pizza was half gone. He picked up a square center piece that looked good, bit into it, and chewed and swallowed, tasting only the bitterness of empty years.
"What happened then?" she asked.
"When I was a senior? Nothing, really. It was just that I realized I had been working like a dog to acquire knowledge that n.o.body wanted. Not even me. That if I did everything right and aced my exams and got my Master"s I"d end up teaching in the high school in the little Pennsylvania town where we lived, or someplace like it. I"d teach math and chemistry, and maybe coach the baseball team, and it would be kids who were going to work on farms or get factory jobs when they got out of school. I said to h.e.l.l with it."
"I don"t blame you."
"I went back home and told my folks some story. They didn"t believe it, and I don"t even know what it was now. I got my camping stuff together and went out into the woods. I had a little tent, an air mattress, and a sleeping bag. The first winter was rough, so I built a cabin about as big as this room in a place where n.o.body would ever find it." He paused, recalling Hayfa Washington and the helicopter that had let her down on a rope and somehow made their sunroof open. "It"s federal land, really. National Forest. I don"t think about that much, but it is."
The woman shrugged. "If all the money"s theirs, all the land is, too, I guess."
"I suppose you"re right." He put his half-eaten piece of pizza back in the box.
"You just live out there? Like that?"
"It was always going to be for a little while."
"But you never came back in?"
"Oh, sometimes I do. For my father"s funeral, and then for mom"s. She died about a month after he did."
"I"m sorry."
"I was, too. But they left everything to me-I was the only kid. The house and so on. The car and a little money. I sold the house and the car, and I don"t spend much. I hunt deer and snare small game, and that"s what I eat, mostly. Wild plants in the summer." He smiled. "I use dead leaves for toilet paper."
"Do you want to know about me?"
"If you want to tell me."
"Well, I never got to go to college. I was a clerk in a store and a waitress. Then I got married and had the kids, and you know about that. You want to know how I got started selling guns? A friend wanted to know where she could buy one, so I asked this guy I knew, and he sent me to somebody else. And that guy said he"d sell to me only not to her, because the guy that sent me didn"t know her. So I said, okay, sell it to me, and I paid him, and I told him I"d get my money back from her. And he said you ought to charge her about a hundred more, I would. So I charged her fifty over. And after a couple weeks, I guess it was, she sent somebody else to me, another woman in her building that was scared worse than she was. Now here I am."
Softly he said, "I steal from campers, sometimes. From hunters, too. That"s how I got this coat. A hunter got hot, and hung it on a tree."She nodded as though she had expected no less. "You want to get me another beer?"
The telephone buzzed as he rose; a thin-lipped man who wore a business suit as though it were a uniform said, "You still haven"t called Captain Washington."
"No," Jay admitted. "No, I haven"t."
"We don"t like to arrest people over tax matters. You may have heard that."
Jay shook his head.
"We don"t. Yet more than half the prison population is made up of tax offenders." The thin-lipped man vanished.
"They know where we are," Jay told the woman.
"Yeah. Get me that beer, will you?"
"Shouldn"t we leave?"
She did not speak, and after half a minute or so he brought her another beer from the kitchen.
"Here"s how I see it," she said when he (with face averted) held out the beer. "Let me go through it, and you tell me if you think I"m wrong.
"To start with, how do they know we"re here? Answer-that FR&SS woman put a bug on our car, I just didn"t find it. That means that if we take the car we might as well stay here. And if we don"t take the car, we"ll have to go on foot. They"ll have people all around this building by now waiting to tail us, and with the streets pretty well empty it would be a cinch."
"Where would we go?" he asked.
"d.a.m.ned if I know. We might end up walking all night. Next question. Are they about to break down the door and bust us? Answer-no, because they wouldn"t have called first if they were. The FR&SS woman made the news, she was good-looking, it was dramatic, and blah blah. It was meant to. Now they"ll be watching to see if that phone call makes it. I think what they"ll do is get a little rougher every time, because every time they come around the chance that it"ll make Globnet"s news show gets slimmer. The woman was really pretty nice, on purpose. The guy on the phone wasn"t so nice, and next time"s going to be worse. Or that"s how it looks to me."
"You"re probably right. But you"re leaving something out. They knew that we were in this apartment, and not in some other apartment in this building."
"Piece of cake. The guys staking it out talked to the pizza man. "Who paid you?" "Well, she was a middle-aged woman with red hair." "Anybody else in there?" "Yeah, I could hear somebody moving around in back." "Okay, that"s them." They got a look at me when we talked on the phone, and the fed that got into our car probably described us."
Jay said, "You"re not middle-aged."
She laughed. "When you"ve got two kids in school, you"re middle-aged. How old are you?"
"Forty-one."
"See, you"re middle-aged, too. You"re older than I am." To his amazement, her hand had found his.
They kissed, he with his eyes shut; an hour later, turning off the lights in the musty little bedroom hid the stains on the wallpaper and let him look at her face.Next morning she said, "I want to have breakfast with you. Isn"t that funny?"
Not knowing what else to do, he nodded.
"I never used to have breakfast with Chuck. I"d have to get up early to see about the kids, and he"d sleep till ten or eleven. After he left me I"d have a boyfriend sometimes. Only we"d do it and he"d get up and go. Back to his wife, or where he lived. They weren"t ever around for breakfast."
"All right," Jay said, "let"s eat breakfast."
"We don"t have to take the car. You don"t mind walking three or four blocks?"
He smiled. "No."
"Okay. We"ve got a couple things to settle, and maybe the safest way is while we"re walking. I don"t know how serious they are, but if they"re serious at all they"ll have bugged this place while we slept. The cafe"d be better, but out on the street"s probably as good as it gets.
Keep your voice down, don"t move your lips a lot when you talk, and if it"s serious hold your hand in front of your face."
He nodded, and seeing blowing snow through a dirty windowpane, pulled the reversible coat he had bought the day before out of his wheeled duffel and put it on over the hunting coat that still (almost to his dismay) held his money.
Out in the cold and windy street she murmured, "They"ll figure we"re going back, so first thing is we won"t. If they have a man watch it and maybe another guy watch the car, they could get a little short-handed. We can hope, anyway."
He nodded, although it seemed to him that if there were a homing device in the vanette it would not be necessary to have anyone watch it.
"When we go out of the cafe we"ll split up, see? I"ll give you the address-where to go and how to get there. Don"t look to see if they"re following you. If they"re good you won"t see them.
Just lose them if you can."
"I hope I can," he said.
The little restaurant was small and crowded and noisy. They ate waffles in a tiny booth, he striving to keep his eyes on his plate.