“At nineteen pounds, he could be mistaken for a bear.”
Cody gave me a look that said he understood perfectly well what I was saying, and didn’t appreciate it much. He snorted. We laughed. That really made him mad, and he jumped off her lap and trotted off to the kitchen to sniff at his food bowl.
“Well, I guess he’s going to stop sleeping with me for good now,” I said. “Goodnight.”
“‘Night.”
I was in bed with the lights out when I remembered that I’d told Frank I’d call him. It was after midnight. I decided he would be more upset if I didn’t call than if I did and woke him up. I reached over and picked up the phone by the bed. It had one of those light-up dials, so I called him in the dark. He answered on the second ring.
“Harriman.”
“How official-sounding you are, even after hours.”
“Irene? Thanks for calling. Are you okay?”
“I’m safe and sound. How about you? Did I wake you?”
“No, I was lying here awake, wondering about you, to tell the truth.”
So he was in bed, too. Something nice about that. “Hmm. Well, what did you wonder? I had Pete following me around all evening, so you couldn’t have wondered if I was safe.”
“I did anyway.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better. Restless, but not so sore. What are you up to tomorrow?”
“Going to have lunch with Barbara, but nothing else planned.”
“Want to get together later?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Stop by after lunch, okay?”
“Sure.”
“How was the fund-raiser?”
“Well, for some reason Mrs. Hollingsworth took a shine to me and decided to give me a personal tour of the place. It’s really something. And she’s really something.”
“Yeah, that’s what I hear. Don’t they call her the Ice Queen?”
“Yeah, I guess because she sort of overwhelms you at first. But I don’t know, I kind of like her. She can be abrupt and opinionated, and I wouldn’t want to get in her way if she wanted something. But she has a sense of humor. And she did things she didn’t need to do-she even fixed Pete up with some sandwiches and coffee when she found out he was out there watching over me.”
“Well, you’re right, that doesn’t sound too coldhearted. Poor Pete. He’s put in a long day.”
“He’s devoted to you. I don’t kid myself that he’s really there for my sake.”
“Pete’s a good man. And he likes you. He’d probably keep an eye on you anyway.”
“Are you kidding? I make him mad all the time.”
“You’d be surprised how many people you have that effect on.”
“Very funny. I’d better get some sleep if this is the kind of humor I’m going to have to put up with tomorrow.”
“Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”
“Thanks. You too.”
I hung up and lay awake for a little while. Something was nagging at me, something that had come up in the course of the day, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I was tired and distracted by thinking about the conversation with Frank.
I fell asleep, and as ordered, had sweet dreams. Amazingly sweet for a good Catholic girl.
35
SATURDAY MORNING I awoke when a big tomcat jumped up on my shins.
“Ouch! Cody, you did that on purpose!” He looked at me with all the innocence he could muster in his ornery cat face, and purred loudly. I reached out sleepily and scratched his ears. He came padding up along my body, stepping on a number of major organs that didn’t need to be poked about by a cat’s paw, and came to rest between my breasts. He started purring and kneading, then lifted his chin, just in case I had an urge to scratch it. I stretched and looked at the clock. It was 11 A.M. This startled me fully awake. “Thanks for coming in, Cody. I might have slept until noon. Damn near did anyway.”
He wasn’t too happy when I rolled out of bed, but he followed me around as I got ready for lunch with Barbara. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of jeans and a soft gray T-shirt that I’m rather fond of. Lydia had left a note saying she had some errands to run and might catch me later on. I looked down at Cody with suspicion. “How soon after she left did you get lonely?”
He responded by rubbing up against my legs. “‘Love the One You’re With,’ is that it? Just like the old song.” I picked him up under his front legs and made him dance while I sang the chorus to him. He wasn’t nuts about this and scurried off when I set him down again.
This little exercise filled my head up with songs from my junior-high and high school days, starting with “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.” As I drove toward St. Anne’s, I was singing the “Do-do-do-do” part of it at the top of my lungs. It was a warm, sunny day and I had the top down on my old Karmann Ghia, which is not much younger than the song. I stopped at a light and a guy who looked to be about my age leaned out the window of his pickup truck. I thought he was going to ask me if I was some kind of maniac, but he started singing the harmony. The light changed and we nodded and smiled, but I must admit I was a little more subdued after that.
I pulled into the visitors’ parking lot at St. Anne’s in a fine mood. On my way into the front entrance, I stopped by a newsstand and plunked in a quarter for the Express. I gave a start when I unfolded it and saw a picture of Hawkeyes on the front page. Near it an article entitled “Suspect Found Dead” told about police finding him after an anonymous tip. It said the cause of death was not known, which seemed odd to me. I guess I had assumed he would have been shot or knifed or something obvious. Identification pending.
As I made my way to Kenny’s room, the article and the hospital atmosphere got to me and I was downright somber by the time I got there.
Barbara smiled at me as I walked in.
“Look who’s here, Kenny. It’s Irene.”
So he was awake. He had fewer bandages, although his face was a mass of deep-purple bruises. His eyes were less swollen. His upper body was still immobilized by bandages and splints. “Hi, Kenny,” I said, wondering why I felt a knot in my stomach.
He didn’t say anything, but he looked toward me.
Barbara talked on as if he had given me a warm greeting. “Irene has been asking about you, Kenny. She’s been by here and she’s really helped me out a lot.”
Nothing. He turned his eyes away from me.
“Shall we go?” I said to Barbara.
She was staring at Kenny, who, in turn, was staring at some place on the wall.
“Yes, I suppose so,” she said after a minute. We got up and left.
“There’s a burger joint on the corner that makes terrific strawberry shakes-you up for that?”
“Sounds great,” she said. “Hospital meals have all the charm of a well-balanced diet. I’d love to eat something sinful for lunch.”
“Okay, we’ll split a big order of fries, too.”
“Sorry about Kenny. He’s been very moody today. He’s feeling frustrated and uncomfortable. It’s just a guess, but I think the fact that his dad is dead is starting to sink in.”
“I understand,” I said. Oh, O’Connor. Are you really gone?
“Remember how it was when Dad died?”
“Sure.” In the silence that followed, I thought to myself, sure I do, Barbara. I watched him ebb away from himself day by day. I sat there with him, watching the guy I always thought of as the strongest man on earth become a fragile reed-while you hid out in the frenzy of your courtship with Kenny.
But this subsided. I couldn’t blame Barbara for dealing with Dad’s illness in some way other than the way I dealt with it. We just were and probably always would be very different people. And as painful as those days with Dad were, at least he and I had them together, and I was richer for it.
“I hate myself,” she said suddenly.
“Why?”
“I’m so selfish sometimes. You stayed with him. I didn’t.”
Had I spoken my thoughts aloud? No, I knew I hadn’t. I recovered my composure and said, “It’s over, Barbara. It doesn’t matter who stayed with him. Right now all that matters is that we stick by each other.”