Grijpstra heard voices wishing the squirrels good morning. There was Aki's husky singsong voice and that of another woman, pleasant, gentle. There was also a metallic clatter that reminded him of another metallic clatter, his own and de Gierls, when they were putting down shiny beer cans.
Grijpstra jumped up, slipped on a wet rock, stubbed toes on roots, crashed through ferns and junipers. He slithered onto the beach. He saw two brightly colored fiberglass kayaks that had been pulled onto the ledge. He saw two pretty women bending over, who, straightening up, saw an older, portly man in a pinstriped three-piece suit crashing out of the island's foliage.
Aki dropped her bag of beer cans.
"Ha!" shouted Grijpstra at the other woman, the woman in the Mother Earth T-shirt, the woman with the very short blond hair and the slender feet. "Ha!"
"This is Lorraine," Aki said. "This is Krip."
"Pleased to meet you," Lorraine said. "So you're Rinus's friend from Amsterdam, are you?"
"Ha!" shouted Grijpstra, hopping about on the foot that hurt less.
"How silly of us," Aki said. "All those nicely placed cans. I did think that this looked a bit like finding Easter eggs that the Easter Bunny had hidden. Are you the Easter Bunny, Krip?"
There was diminutive shouting from nearby Squid Island where de Gier, without his dinghy, ran about, wildly waving.
"How clever," Lorraine said, "and I thought you two were partying last night and would sleep in and give me a chance to clean up this awful mess here at daybreak."
"Got you," Grijpstra whispered. "Ha!"
Aki rowed the dinghy across to Squid Island to fetch de Gier.
"So what happened?" Grijpstra asked Lorraine, meanwhile, helping her to pick up more beer cans and wrappers. "I did see a small stain on the cliff."
"Well…," Lorraine said.
"Wasn't pig blood or ketchup you brought along in a plastic bag with the specific premeditated purpose to set Bonus up?"
"No," Lorraine said.
"I'm sorry," Grijpstra said, "I have to ask. Ah… menstrual? Was it?"
"I'm not very regular," Lorraine said. "Haven't been lately. Hormonal imbalance. My age, maybe."
"Yes," Grijpstra said. "Yes. I'm sorry. I did notice that bloodstain. So… you were unwell?"
"I was," Lorraine said merrily. "I just wanted to stay the night. It started…"
"Ah… the bleeding…?"
"Yes, as I kayaked to Squid Island," Lorraine said happily. "It gets bad sometimes. I may have lost a drop there."
"I'm sorry," Grijpstra said sadly.
"You got hangups about menstrual bleeding?" Lorraine asked. "Don't women bleed in Amsterdam?"
Grijpstra admitted the subject made him feel uncomfortable.
Lorraine laughed. "Right. De Gier was telling me. About sex, too. The blow-job case you guys solved when you were still cops in Amsterdam. You kept passing out."
Grijpstra wasn't familiar with the term "blow-job."
"Oral sex?" Lorraine pointed at her mouth, freshly made up to greet another day. "You know? Inserting the penis?"
Grijpstra staggered about the beach, dropping the cans he had just picked up.
"I don't believe this," Lorraine said. "You're like Beth's sister. She thought she had invented the technique and kept running to church to pray the new sin away. Isn't that amazing?"
Grijpstra looked at the safety of Squid Island where de Gier was getting into the dinghy that Aki had backed into his dock.
"You wanted to know about the bleeding," Lorraine said.
"Did Rinus push you?" Grijpstra asked.
"No," Lorraine said. "Not really. You see, he was drunk, or stoned, something terrible. Swaying, behaving idiotically, and I was standing on that stupid rock…"
"A stone step," Grijpstra said.
"Yes, I took it for a stone step, but it was a rock, and Rinus leaned over to me, telling me to go home, over and over-men are repetitive while indulging-calling me Nature Woman with that silly British accent he puts on. It grates on the ears. Oh, he did get infuriating, and I wasn't feeling good."
"Night blind," Grijpstra said.
"What?"
"Rinus says you don't see too well in the dark."
"Yes," Lorraine said. "I couldn't go back, it was night by then, and then I fell and hurt myself and my period had started up much too early because ofbeing so irregular, and I had no sanitary napkin, and then"-her voice became shrill-"Rinusjust stepped back into the pagoda and put on that record."
"Miles Davis."
"Yes."
"Nefertiti."
"Yes."
"So Rinus didn't kick you when you were down,"
Grijpstra said.
"No."
"You weren't pregnant?"
"No," Lorraine said, "stupid Flash. That old boat needs repairs so Flash needs money and it all fit together. He saw an opportunity to get money to replace his boat, so he said I had been pregnant."
"But you weren't."
"No," Lorraine said. "I told them I was okay and to put me off at Bar Island and I was cursing de Gier…"
"Ah," Grijpstra said sadly.
"… for being such an egotist. I always get furious when I have my period. During, not before; I'm different that way."
Grijpstra apologized.
"Grow up," Lorraine said. "Okay? So I hated the guy, and then Flash and Bad George came back later, to cut off my hair. They said they had this doll."
"Doll," Grijpstra said. "Did you see it?"
"I didn't see the doll," Lorraine said. "You ever been to the canning factory where Ishmael lives? Ishmael is a collector. He buys at yard sales. He keeps four stories of everything in that building. You think of something useless and Ishmael stocks it. Dolls too, I've seen them. Life-sized. Anything. Okay? So they were going to braid my hair into this doll's head and make Rinus believe it was me. Get him to pay for repairing their boat."
Grijpstra said, "But you never saw this doll."
"I'm not sorry," Lorraine said. "Men are just awful. Like your Rinus. He's worse."
"My Rinus," Grijpstra said.
"Came on heavy," Lorraine said. "I hate that."
Grijpstra looked at the blond head bending down.
"How's my hair?" Lorraine asked. "I shouldn't have let Bad George touch me with those big shears. Aki fixed it up a bit afterwards. Does it look bad?"
"Short hair," Grijpstra said, "becomes you."
"I guess I was hiding," Lorraine said. "I didn't want anyone to see me like this. You really think I look okay?"
De Gier arrived in the dinghy.
"Hi," Lorraine said.
"I'm sorry," de Gier said.
"He's really sorry," Aki said. "He's been saying he's sorry all the way from Squid Island to here. He's making it hard for you, Lorraine. He says he should have helped you out that evening. That he was egotistic again. That his advanced training should have shown him that You equals He."
"I'll never drink again," de Gier said.
"You're not an alcoholic," Lorraine said. "You're just an asshole."
"I think you two should kiss. And dance," Aki said.
Lorraine asked, "You think you would have been concerned, that fateful evening, if you had been sober?"
"I would have been concerned."
"And put me up?"
"Yes," de Gier said. "Alcohol made me do this to you. I am sorry."
Grijpstra had found his thermos. There was only one mug. Aki drank coffee first, then Lorraine, then de Gier. They cleaned up the beach together.
Aki and Lorraine, taking the garbage, paddled their kayaks to the Point, where Aki had left her car. Grijpstra took de Gier for a walk along Jeremy Island's shore. They sat down on a fallen trunk. De Gier patted his shirt pocket.
"You don't smoke anymore," Grijpstra said.