‘I think he was just trying to show he can speak a bit of French as well as American,’ said Sergeant Yates. ‘Though what a confrère is, I’m blowed if I know.’
‘Means the cunt of my brother,’ said the Inspector.
‘But men don’t have cunts.’
‘I know that, Sergeant, but try telling that to Hodge. He is one.’
He went back to more urgent cases than Eva Wilt pushing drugs only to be interrupted by Sergeant Yates.
‘Beats me how he ever got back into the Drug Squad after he fouled up the last time. Promoted to Superintendent too.’
‘Think sex, Yates, think sex, and influence and wedding bells. Married the ugliest woman in Ipford like the Mayor’s sister. That’s how. I thought even you knew that. Now let me get on with some work.’
‘The slimy shit,’ said the Sergeant and left the office.
In Wilma, Sheriff Stallard’s attitude towards the DEA agents was much the same. ‘They’ve got to be crazy,’ he told his Deputy over coffee in the local drugstore when Baxter reported that five more agents had booked into a nearby motel and that there was already a tap on Wally Immelmann’s phone line. ‘He’ll raise Cain when he gets to know.’
‘Bugging the house is the next phase,’ said Baxter. ‘They’re moving in at the weekend when he’s going up to the lake house.’
The Sheriff made a mental note to be out of town over the weekend. He wasn’t going to take the rap for bugging Wally Immelmann’s mansion or even knowing about it. He’d visit his mother down in Birmingham in the nursing home.
‘You don’t know nothing about this, Baxter,’ he said. ‘You haven’t told me and they never told you. We could be in deep shit if we don’t take good care of ourselves. You got anyone could do with arresting on Saturday?’
‘Saturday? There’s that punk up Roselea beats the shit out of his wife Friday nights.’
‘Need someone better than that,’ the Sheriff told him. ‘How about picking up Hank Veblen for the burglarising job he did last month and grilling him all Saturday Sunday. Keep you busy doing that.’
‘Yeah, I reckon Hank could do with some questioning,’ Baxter agreed. ‘But he’ll call his lawyer and get sprung too quick. He’s got an alibi.’
‘Got to be someone in town needs grilling. Think about it, Herb. You’re going to need an alibi yourself if those goons go into the Starfighter with bugs.’
‘Bound to be trouble Saturday someplace. I’ll find a reason.’
Uncle Wally’s mind was working along the same lines. The prospect of going up to Lake Sassaquassee with Eva and the four girls was not one that had the greatest appeal for him.
‘I tell you, Joanie, I got premonitions about them. You told me they were real nice. Cute, you said. Well, cute they ain’t. Not my sort of cute. Four fucking hell-cats is what they are. That one called Penny’s been round asking questions of Maybelle and the rest of the help.’
‘What sort of questions, honey? I didn’t hear about that.’
‘Like what we pay her and does she get enough time off and do we treat her right?’
‘Oh, that. Eva told me they’d be interested. They’ve been given a school project on life in the US.’
‘School project? What sort of school is it wants to know what the minimum wage is and do I screw her often?’
Even Auntie Joan was shocked.
‘Wally, she didn’t ask Maybelle that? Oh, my God. Maybelle’s a Deaconess in her church and real religious. They go round asking her things like that she’s going to walk out on us.’
‘That’s what I’m telling you. And that’s not all. Rube says they wanted to know how many gays there are in Wilma, what proportion of the town and if they’re black or white and living together as married folk. In Wilma! That gets out it won’t just be Maybelle leaves. I’ll be going too.’
‘Oh Wally,’ said Auntie Joan and sat down heavily on the bed. ‘What are we going to do?’
Wally gave the matter some thought. ‘I guess we’d better go up the lake after all. There’s no one they can ask anything of up there. And you tell that Eva she’s got to stop them before it gets out what they’re doing. How many mixed couples of gays in Wilma? Jesus, that beats everything.’
It didn’t. That afternoon Auntie Joan had invited the Revd and Mrs Cooper over with their daughters to meet her nieces. The occasion was not a success. The Reverend enquired what they learnt about God at their school in England. Auntie Joan tried to intervene but it was no good. Samantha had summed the Revd Cooper up only too accurately.
‘God?’ she asked in a bewildered tone of voice. ‘Who is God?’
It was the turn of the Revd Cooper to look utterly bewildered. It was obvious that no one had ever put such a question to him before.
‘God? Well, I’d have to say…I’d have to say…’ he faltered.
Mrs Cooper took up the problem. ‘God is love,’ she said sanctimoniously.
The quads looked at her with new interest. This was going to be fun.
‘Do you make God?’ Emmeline asked.
‘Make God? Did you say ‘make God’?’ asked Mrs Cooper.
Auntie Joan smiled bleakly. She didn’t know what was coming but she had an idea it wasn’t going to make things easier. In fact it made things extremely unpleasant.
‘You make love and if God is love you must make him,’ said Emmeline with a seraphic smile. ‘People wouldn’t exist if you didn’t make love. That’s how babies are made.’
Mrs Cooper gazed at her in horror. She couldn’t find any answer to that one.
The Revd Cooper could. ‘Child,’ he said loudly and injudiciously. ‘You know not of what you speak. Those are the words of Satan. They are evil words.’
‘They aren’t. They’re simple logic and logic isn’t evil. You said God is love and I said–’
‘We all heard what you said,’ Eva said, drowning out the Revd Cooper. ‘And we don’t want to hear any more from you. Do you understand that, Emmy?’
‘Yes, Mummy,’ said Emmeline. ‘But I still don’t understand what God is.’
There was a long silence broken by Auntie Joan who wanted to know if anyone would like some more iced tea. The Revd Cooper silently prayed for guidance. The phrase ‘out of the mouths of babes and sucklings’ didn’t apply. These four horrible girls weren’t babes or sucklings. All the same he had his mission to pursue.
‘It says in the Bible that God created the heaven and the earth. Genesis 1:1. We are all the children of God–’ he began. Josephine interrupted. ‘It must have made a terrible noise, the Big Bang,’ she said, giving the word ‘bang’ a distinctly peculiar but unmistakably lubricious emphasis.
Eva had had enough. ‘Go to your room at once!’ she shouted as wrathfully as the Revd Cooper felt.
‘I’m only trying to find out what God is,’ said Josephine meekly.
Mrs Cooper struggled with conflicting feelings and decided that Southern hospitality should prevail. ‘Oh, it’s quite all right,’ she cooed. ‘I guess we all need to learn the truth.’
Eva doubted it. Auntie Joan clearly didn’t look as if she needed any more truth. A slug of liquor more like. Eva wasn’t risking her having a stroke.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said to the Coopers, ‘but they must go to their room. I’m not having any more rudeness from them.’
The quads filed out grumbling.
‘I guess you have a different system of education in England,’ said the Revd Cooper when they had gone. ‘And I heard they have religious service in school first thing every morning. Seems they don’t give them Bible reading or anything.’
‘It isn’t easy bringing four girls the same age up all together,’ said Eva, in a desperate attempt to salvage something from the disaster. ‘We have never been able to afford a nanny or anything like that.’