Since the plaintiff resides out of state the case will be heard in Federal district court by Judge Thomas Crease, who has already been subjected to vilification and abuse relating to lawsuits spawned by Cyclone Seven and is currently embroiled in his nomination to the U.S. Court of Appeals being vigorously opposed by Senator Orney Bilk, a native of nearby Stinking Creek, who is reported to have called for his impeachment.
— Oscar I said no! spilling her coffee with a tug at the phone's cord, and — I said don't even dream of such a thing! recounting it later over a half eaten supper — my God, I mean can you imagine it?
— Sounds like he wants us to adopt him.
— Harry don't even joke about it. He got hold of some old medical manual in Father's library and he's utterly convinced he's got a broken sternum when Mudpye poked him in the chest for emphasis in their insane conversation about blacks and Jews and cracked his scapular with a slap on the shoulder when we left, he…
— Any witnesses?
— Well of course, we were all…
— Sounds like he's putting together a brand new lawsuit.
— Do you think he hasn't thought of that? I mean it's perfectly ridiculous.
— Most of them are.
— Well you should know. I mean as revolting as he is he certainly wasn't attacking Oscar, the last thing in the world he simply got carried away.
— Nothing to do with it, Christina. Grabs his lapel it's a threatening gesture, don't have to exchange a word, it's assault. Poking him, hitting him, laying a hand on him without his consent it's battery.
— Well my God, I mean you don't break people's bones tapping them on the chest do you? slapping him on the shoulder? And you think he'd believe a doctor who told him that? No. He called one out there who asked him if he was an older person, any history of osteoporosis and of course that simply made him more hell bent on coming in here to see a specialist to drag into court, can you picture it? Sleeping in there on the couch he wouldn't be in our way at all, wouldn't be any trouble he'd bring his work with him he said, might get a chance to see Sir John, have him up here for a drink to go over his play and give him a look at this place to show him we weren't pikers, wouldn't bother us at all because Lily would take care of anything he needed and…
— No look Christina no, it's absolutely not, where would she sleep it's…
— Lily will sleep where she's sleeping right now! Do you think I've lost my mind too? I just said I'd told him not to even dream of such an idiotic idea didn't I? They wouldn't be in our way at all he said, drive in together when the car comes out to pick up that odious dog of course she's forgotten all about it, I mean I don't even want to think about it. The two of them sitting out there day after day eating boiled chicken, playing cards, watching the nature program looking out at that cold grey pond getting dark earlier every day while he turns into a nervous wreck waiting to hear about his appeal? I mean he even said he'd tried to call his new friend Jerry if you can picture that, ready to sue him for his broken sternum thank God they said he was out of town but by now Oscar knows when he's being lied to because that's all anybody…
— No, no it's true Christina, Mudpye's setting up a new client base out in Aspen, a lot of money out there and the firm thinks…
— My God.
— What.
— Nothing! Trout fishing in Norway, feeling up a new client in Aspen who in God's name is minding the store?
— Don't quite follow you Christina, talking about Oscar's appeal all I've heard is some young lawyer showed up at Foley Square and filed for admission to the Second Circuit bar pro hac vice must be out of state, went up to the seventeenth floor and filed the appeal, all strictly pro forma I didn't even get his name. An accredited member of some out of state bar, it's not our business where Oscar got him. Ask Oscar.
— Harry he hasn't a clue, you know what he's…
— Look Christina, some lawyer he got off a matchbook cover he can end up like that shark Lily got him for his car accident, lawyer has to know his client that's one of the most basic regulations in the whole…
— Your whole self regulating conspiracy my God, don't start that again. He knew Mister Basic didn't he? and look at the…
— No, no look don't start on that again, just ask him…
— Harry please! I just told you he's ready to have a seizure out there didn't I? Every time he looks up he thinks that real estate woman's peeking in the windows selling the place out from under us while the paint peels and the veranda caves in and he doesn't know who sent her, the bank or Father and he's afraid to ask either one of them. The high point of his day is reading something in the paper that means more trouble for Father, some boy who was drowned when he was being baptized and now this ridiculous Cyclone Seven mess starting all over again he's got a lot on his plate, you can almost hear the appetite in Oscar's voice when he says it, Harry? What is it.
— Just not hungry.
— I mean isn't the, is the meat too rare? raising her eyes from the plate in front of him — are you, do you want a drink?
— I'll get it.
— No I'll do it, sit still.
— Get the feeling they're not behind me, Christina.
— Who, the firm? your pal William Peyton third and his four hundred thieves? putting the bottle down sharply, — there's his picture in the paper with you for all the world to see, I mean doesn't that look like they're backing you up? speaking for the firm on this monstrous case that you…
— Not that case no, no it's this, this disagreeable little business about that car accident, all pretty routine let the insurance people haggle over it but I just get the feeling, if things get sticky leaving the scene of an accident just get the feeling that they're backing off, feeling Bill Peyton would just rather not hear about it, mention it to him and he comes up with a joke or some movie he's seen he, had lunch with him yesterday and he…
— Do you want ice in this? setting the glass in front of him, a mere interruption — because honestly Harry I think you're exaggerating, the smallest thing flies all out of proportion and you start to imagine things I mean you've known Bill Peyton for a thousand years, you know he's not…
— Not imagining that glitter in his eye when he'd had two martinis at lunch yesterday Christina, a few Scotches and he's fine, loosens him up even acts a little silly but that second gin martini you see that real streak of meanness, sounds like he's kidding but he's giving you just enough rope to throw you the other end when the moment comes that you…
— Well my God I mean you knew that didn't you? that he'd never have been made managing partner in a fine old white shoe blue ribbon outfit like Swyne & Dour without a good dose of that old school tie duplicity? that he thinks you think like he would, so he'll think it first, that you might sue them for the pressure they've put on you that got you into this accident? Sending you to their psychiatrist to save your sanity? to protect you? or protect the firm against you with an expert witness using everything he's wrung out of you to show that you're unstable? picking up her own glass already half emptied — because I can't stand seeing this happen to you that's why I, what's made me sound harsh and impatient and perfectly awful and I look at myself and see somebody I don't like because I can't stand what it's doing to me either, I'm your wife aren't I? with a hand on his arm that sent a tremor the length of it — I mean I love you Harry, I love your hands and your stubborn fighting yourself that drives me crazy when you won't take the shortcut like the rest of them and I love your hands on me and what they do and the stiff stubborn hairy Ainu that's like all the rest of you when I look around us at the pieces of my absurd pointless life before we met all strung out in front of us worried about Father, about the house and poor Oscar out there with his whole life in the lap of the gods and your smile, shaking your head it's such a patient, sad smile looking for what's right, what you said once, not what is just but what is right?