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She nodded. “I know. But I should have made it clearer that the money didn’t matter to me. He never understood that all I wanted was him. I always had enough money for both us.” She balled the tissue up in her hand and sat up again. “That’s something I’ll always live with. I know he made the decision to get involved with that man, and then he decided to kill him. But at least part of the blame is mine.”

“You have Danny to think about,” I said. “You need to go on from here.”

“But I can’t, not yet. I understand everything up until the minute he pulled the trigger. I knew my husband, Kimo. I knew his moods and his feelings, and I knew when he was doing something wrong. And I know he loved Danny more than anything else in the world, and he’d do anything to keep him from being hurt. If he was going to kill himself, he’d never do it in the house, and never when Danny was around.” She opened her purse and pulled out an envelope. “He left this note for me. I found it in our safe deposit box this morning.”

She handed it to me. On the outside was written, “To be opened in the event of my death.” It gave me the shivers to know what Evan had expected had come true.

Dearest Terri,

If you are reading this now, then something bad has happened, and I’m dead. I want you to understand why, and to apologize. I only wanted to give you the best, sweetheart. I know I never should have gotten involved with Tommy Pang, but when I first met him, I wanted to get you a great present for your thirtieth birthday, and between my car payments and the money for the house, I was really strapped. He gave me $5,000 just to warn him when Import-Export Control was going to run those surprise sweeps through the airport.

He always wanted more, though. It was never anything very big, just information. And he always paid me well. Then I had to tell him we were about to intercept a drug deal he was involved in, and I knew I couldn’t go on working for him. I went to his office two weeks ago to tell him I quit.

I didn’t kill him, though. I left the club after he gave me the bracelet I gave you for your birthday, but I had only gotten as far as the alley when I heard Tommy yelling. Then I heard a crack! like the sound of a bat hitting a ball. I saw somebody-a big guy, I couldn’t see anything clearer than that-drag Tommy down the alley. He drove away and I couldn’t resist, honey. I knew Tommy wore a lot of jewelry and I picked it off his body and took it to a fence out by the Aloha Bowl.

There’s one more thing I want to do, and that will give me enough money to put aside so I won’t have to deal with scum anymore. If you are reading this, you know that I didn’t succeed. Please give this letter to Kimo-maybe it will help him track the bastard down.

I love you and Danny with every ounce of my heart, my dearest Terri. Please don’t be angry with me. I only did what I did because I wanted to give you and Danny the world.

The words Love, Evan were scrawled at the bottom of the page. I looked up at Terri. “I know something happened at my house on Friday,” Terri said. “I think there was somebody else there while I was away.”

“How do you know?”

“I can’t say for sure. I feel like things might have been moved around a little-I know, the police were in the house for a while, but this is different.”

She reached out for the glass and I handed it to her, and she finished the juice. “You’re the only one I can talk to, Kimo. I can’t tell my parents anything. It’s already on the tip of my mother’s tongue to tell me it was a mistake to marry Evan in the first place.”

I remembered the imperious Mrs. Clark. Though I got points for going to Punahou, and even for my haole grandmother, I was still a native boy to her. “Do you think Danny might have seen anything? Maybe I can get him to talk.” We agreed that I’d follow her out to Wailupe and see if I could talk to Danny.

She got up from the sofa and started for the door. Then I had an idea. “Actually, you go on. I’ll be a couple of minutes behind you.”

I scrounged around my apartment looking for pogs. I could only come up with a handful. I put them in the pocket of my shorts, grabbed my sunglasses, and walked over to my grocery store. “Hey, Kimo,” the clerk said. “Been out yet today? The surf is awesome.” His hair was just as long and scraggly as usual, and it seemed he was wearing yet another earring, though I couldn’t be sure.

It was great. At least somebody didn’t see me through the prism of my sexuality, or my job troubles. “I surfed for a couple hours this morning,” I said. “I caught a killer break off the marine stadium. I actually got a full turn in on it.”

We talked waves for a couple more minutes, and then I saw what I wanted. An economy-sized bag of assorted pogs. There weren’t going to be any spectacular ones in there, but they’d do for my purposes. I paid for the pogs and walked back to my truck.

On the way out to Wailupe I tried to think of what I could say to Danny. I loved my own father so much, and I was so lucky that he was still around to look out for me when I needed him. How could I help Danny, whose father seemed to have abandoned him in the cruelest way possible?

I finally decided, as I pulled into the Gonsalves’s semi-circular driveway, that I didn’t have to say anything much to Danny. I just had to be there, and eventually he’d be ready to talk. Mrs. Clark came out of the house just as I parked. She looked as I remembered her-tall and proud, wearing a white cotton blouse and black skirt that were vintage Clark’s, circa 1965. Her hair was grayer than it had been when I was a teenager, but it was immaculately put together, as usual. “Hello, Kimo,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I started to say, just as she said the same thing to me.

“It’s been a bad week, hasn’t it?” she said, and smiled. “So many things for everyone to be sorry about. Will you tell your mother I sent my regards? Sometimes I long for those days when you and Terri were at Punahou, and your mother and I worked together on the PTA, and everything was so much simpler.”

“It just seems like it was because we’ve gotten past it,” I said. “I’m sure we gave you plenty of problems back then.”

She nodded. “You’re probably right.” She took my hand in hers. “Take care of yourself, Kimo. And see if you can help my daughter. She has so much ahead of her.”

“I will, Mrs. Clark.”

“Well, I must be off. William retired last year, you know, and he’s very particular about his lunch. If I’m not there to make sure everything is fine, he gets very upset.”

What a luxury, I thought, as I watched her walk to her champagne-colored Mercedes. To worry about lunch. Then I went inside.

Terri and Danny were sitting at the kitchen table, and she was trying to get him to eat a grilled cheese sandwich. He didn’t speak, and he didn’t eat either. Terri looked up at me. “I don’t know what to do with him.”

I walked over to the table and sat down. “Hey, Danny.” He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. “You know, it’s a beautiful day. You want to go hang out with me, outside?” Again, there was no response, so I said, “Come on, come with me, okay?” I took his hand and he got up from the table. We walked together out to the front half moon of lawn, between the driveway and the road, and sat down, me talking and him not saying anything.

I lay down on my back and looked up at the sky. Danny sat next to me Indian style. “So what do you think that cloud looks like?” I pointed up to the sky. “A sheep? See, there’s its woolly body, and there’s even a lump at the top like its woolly head.”

I babbled on for a few more minutes about clouds, but I wasn’t getting anywhere. There was a cool breeze there, so close to the water, and I remembered what it was like being a kid, just smelling the fresh-cut grass, listening to birds, hearing the thump of a basketball on a driveway down the street. So I just lay there, and eventually Danny lay down next to me, and rested his head on my arm, and we lay like that for a while, and then he started to cry.