Sudden Mischief

Chapter 10

"Are you saying I misunderstood?"

"No."

"Because I didn"t," she said. "He came to me and said he was desperate. That he had no money. That even if he won, the case would dest.i.tute him."

"He says that is not the situation. He says he"s doing fine."

"What does he say when you tell him what I told you?"



"He says you were always a little dramatic."

Susan was silent. She swirled her gla.s.s of wine and looked at it as if something might be floating in it.

"And how did you respond to that?" Susan said.

"I disagreed."

She looked at her wine some more.

"I hate the image," she said. "Two men sitting around discussing whether I am dramatic."

I nodded. The c.o.c.ktail party mingled loudly around us. I could see Hawk, taller than most of the room, listening impa.s.sively to some guy wearing round gold rimmed gla.s.ses, who was making a chopping gesture with his right hand. Probably talking about HMO fee structures.

"Did you get to discuss sleeping with me?" Susan said.

"No."

"I hate this."

"Would you like me to drop it?" I said.

"No."

"Sort of narrows the options," I said.

"Oh don"t be so G.o.dd.a.m.ned male," Susan said. "This is very painful. My ex-husband, my current, ah, lover, sitting there talking about me."

"Why?" I said.

"Why? Why wouldn"t it be?"

I had a sense that asking why it would be, while symmetrical, wasn"t going to get us anywhere.

"Susan," I said. "He doesn"t mind that you"re with me now. And I don"t mind that you were with him then. He appears to like you. I love you. We both speak well of you."

"I don"t like it that you speak of me at all."

"I never expected that I would be the only man you had ever been with," I said. "h.e.l.l, even after we were together there was Russell."

"Don"t speak of him," she said.

"Suze..."

"I would like us to pretend that he never happened," Susan said. "That Brad never happened. That there was nothing and no one prior to that snowy Sunday after I came back from San Francisco."

"Isn"t that what you shrinks call denial?" I said.

"Denial is when you tell yourself lies," Susan said.

"What is it when we tell each other lies?"

"Why is it a lie not to talk about the other men in my life? I should think you"d be thrilled not to talk about them."

"Everything in your life interests me. There"s nothing I mind talking about."

"Well, I do."

"And yet you asked me to save him," I said.

"It doesn"t mean we have to talk about it."

I decided that it would also be counterproductive to remind her that the conversation had started by her asking about Brad.

Instead I said, "Okay with me."

"I couldn"t forgive myself," Susan said, "if I let my pathologies contribute to his ruin."

"How about our ruin?" I said.

Susan put her hand on my arm.

"This is a rough patch, and you"ll have to help me through it. But nothing can ruin us."

"Good point," I said.

chapter fourteen.

I SAT IN THE periodical room at the Boston Public Library reading back issues of the Globe and taking notes. Sterling"s event at the Convention Center had gotten a lot of press. It had been called Galapalooza. It featured food, drink, celebrities, a message from the President of the United States, and music from a hot singer named Sister Sa.s.s. A long list of charities partic.i.p.ated and each received a share of the profits. I took down the list of charities, in alphabetical order, and went calling.

The first place was an AIDS support organization operating out of the first-floor front of a three-decker on Hampden Street in Roxbury down back of the Newmarket. The director was a short thin woman with a fierce tangle of blonde hair. Her name was Mattie Clayman.

"You got something says who you are," she said.

I showed her my license.

"So how come a private detective is asking about Galapalooza?"

"I"m trying to investigate a case of s.e.xual hara.s.sment that is alleged to have taken place during the production of the event," I said.

Mattie Clayman snorted and said, "So?"

"So I can"t get anybody to tell me anything."

"You try asking the victims?"

"I have tried asking everybody. Now I"m asking you."

"I was not s.e.xually hara.s.sed," she said.

"I imagine you weren"t," I said.

"No? Well, I have been in my life."

"Not twice, I"ll bet."

She smiled a little bit.

"Not twice," she said.

"So what can you tell me about Galapalooza?" I said.

"Who is supposed to have hara.s.sed who?" she said.

"Brad Sterling is alleged to have hara.s.sed Jeanette Ronan, Penny Putnam, Olivia Hanson, and Marcia Albright."

"Busy man," Mattie said.

"You know Sterling?" I said.

"Yep."

"Think he"d have hara.s.sed these women?"

"Sure."

"Why do you think so?"

"He"s a man."

"Any other reason?"

"Don"t need another reason."

"Some of my best friends are women," I said.

"That supposed to be funny?"

"I was hoping," I said.

"There"s nothing much to laugh at in the way men treat women."

"How about "some men treat some women"?"

"You"ve never been a woman, pal."

"Hard point to argue," I said. "You didn"t see any instances of hara.s.sment."

"No."

"What else can you tell me," I said. "About Galapalooza?"

She snorted again.

"Something," I said.

She shook her head.

"Don"t get me started," she said.

"Au contraire," I said. "It"s what I"m trying to do."

She made an aw-go-on gesture with her hand.

"How much did you realize from the event," I said.

She looked at me for quite a long time without expression.

Finally she said, "Zip."

"Zip."

"No, actually worse than zip. The people who usually would be giving us money spent it at Galapalooza. So we actually lost the money they would have donated if they hadn"t spent it on Galapalooza."

"What happened?" I said.

She shrugged.

"Expenses," she said.

"You see the figures?"

"Yes. Everything was explained," she said. "The costs got ahead of them. The turnout was smaller than they"d hoped."

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