Randy likes to come in early and he picked up the phone when he heard my voice on the machine. I asked him if he had anything on Triceratops. He said to hold on a minute, and then said yes, he had one copy of The Horned Dinosaurs by Peter Dodson. I told him I'd pick it up next time I was in town.
Then I went back in the bar. Everett had just ordered a third whiskey, but I pried it out of his hand. 'You've had enough of that,' I said. 'Go home, take a nap. Maybe putter around in the garden.'
'I don't have my car,' he pointed out.
'Where do you live? I'll take you home.'
'Anyway, I'm supposed to be at work. I didn't log out. And technically I'm still on probation.'
'What difference does that make,' I asked, 'now?'
Everett had an apartment in Winooski at the Woolen Mill, so I guess the Institute paid him good money. Either that or he wasn't very smart how he spent it. After I dropped him off, I called a couple contractors I knew and arranged for them to take over what jobs I was already committed to. Then I called the Free Press to cancel my regular ad, and all my customers to explain I was having scheduling problems and had to subcontract their jobs. Only old Mrs. Bremmer gave me any trouble over that, and even she came around after I said that in any case I wouldn't be able to get around to her Jacuzzi until sometime late July.
Finally, I went to the bank and arranged for a second mortgage on my house.
It took me a while to convince Art Letourneau I was serious. I'd been doing business with him for a long while, and he knew how I felt about debt. Also, I was pretty evasive about what I wanted the money for. He was half- suspicious I was having some kind of late onset midlife crisis. But the deed was in my name and property values were booming locally, so in the end the deal went through.
On the way home, I stopped at a jewelry store and at the florist's.
Delia's eyes widened when she saw the flowers, and then narrowed at the size of the stone on the ring. She didn't look at all the way I'd thought she would. 'This better be good,' she said.
So I sat down at the kitchen table and told her the whole story. When I was done, Delia was silent for a long while, just as I'd been. Then she said, 'How much time do we have?'
'Three months if we're lucky. Ten weeks in any case, Everett said.'
'You believe him?'
'He seemed pretty sure of himself.'
If there's one thing I am, it's a good judge of character, and Delia knew it. When Gretta moved into the rehabbed barn next door, I'd said right from the start she was going to be a difficult neighbor. And that was before she'd smothered the grass on her property under three different colors of mulch, and then complained about me keeping my pickup parked in the driveway, out in plain sight.
Delia thought seriously for a few minutes, frowning in that way she has when she's concentrating, and then she smiled. It was a wan little thing, but a smile nonetheless. 'Well, I've always wished we could afford a real first-class vacation.'
I was glad to hear her say so, because that was exactly the direction my own thought had been trending in. And happier than that when she flung out her arms and whooped, 'I'm going to Dzsneyworld!'
'Hell,' I said. 'We've got enough money to go to Disneyworld, Disneyland, and Eurodisney, one after the other. I think there's one in Japan, too.'
We were both laughing at this point, and then she dragged me up out of the chair, and the two of us were dancing around and round the kitchen, still a little spooked under it all, but mostly being as giddy and happy as kids.
We were going to sleep in the next morning, but old habits die hard and anyway, Delia felt she owed it to the bridal shop to give them a week's notice. So, after she'd left, I went out to see if I could find where the Triceratops had gone.
Only to discover Everett standing by the side of the road with his thumb out.
I pulled over. 'Couldn't get somebody at the Institute to drive your car home?' I asked when we were underway again.
'It never got there,' he said gloomily. 'That woman who was with you the other day drove it into a ditch. Stripped the clutch and bent the frame out of shape. She said she wouldn't have had the accident if my dinosaurs hadn't gotten her upset. Then she hung up on me. I just started at this job. I don't have the savings to buy a new car.'
'Lease one instead,' I said. 'Put it on your credit card and pay the minimum for the next two or three months.'
'I hadn't thought of that.'
We drove on for a while and then I asked, 'How'd she manage to get in touch with you?' She'd driven off before he mentioned his name.
'She called the Institute and asked for the guy with the bad hair. They gave her my home phone number.'
The parking lot for the Institute for Advanced Physics had a card system, so I let Everett off by the side of the road. 'Thanks for not telling anybody,' he said as he climbed out. 'About… you know.'
'It seemed wisest not to.'
He started away and then turned back suddenly and asked, 'Is my hair really that bad?'
'Nothing that a barber couldn't fix,' I said.
I'd driven to the Institute by the main highway. Returning, I went by back ways, through farmland. When I came to where I'd seen the Triceratops, I thought for an instant there'd been an accident, there were so many vehicles by the side of the road. But it turned out they were mostly gawkers and television crews. So apparently the herd hadn't gone far. There were cameras up and down the road and lots of good looking young women standing in front of them with wireless microphones.
I pulled over to take a look. One Triceratops had come right up to the fence and was browsing on some tall weeds there. It didn't seem to have any fear of human beings, possibly because in its day mammals never got much bigger than badgers. I walked up and stroked its back, which was hard and pebbly and warm. It was the warmth that got to me. It made the experience real.
A newswoman came over with her cameraman in tow. 'You certainly look happy,' she said.
'Well, I always wanted to meet a real live dinosaur.' I turned to face her, but I kept one hand on the critter's frill. 'They're something to see, I'll tell you. Dumb as mud but lots more fun to look at.'
She asked me a few questions, and I answered them as best I could. Then, after she did her wrap, she got out a notebook and took down my name and asked me what I did. I told her I was a contractor but that I used to work on a dairy farm. She seemed to like that.
I watched for a while more, and then drove over to Burlington to pick up my book. The store wasn't open yet, but Randy let me in when I knocked. 'You bastard,' he said after he'd locked the door behind me. 'Do you have any idea how much I could have sold this for? I had a foreigner,' by which I understood him to mean somebody from New York State or possibly New Hampshire, 'offer me two hundred dollars for it. And I could have got more if I'd had something to dicker with!'
'I'm obliged,' I said, and paid him in paper bills. He waved off the tax but kept the nickel. 'Have you gone out to see 'em yet?'
'Are you nuts? There's thousands of people coming into the state to look at those things. It's going to be a madhouse out there.'
'I thought the roads seemed crowded. But it wasn't as bad as all of that.'
'It's early still. You just wait.'
Randy was right. By evening the roads were so congested that Delia was an hour late getting home. I had a casserole in the oven and the book open on the kitchen table when she staggered in. 'The males have longer, more elevated horns, where the females have shorter, more forward-directed horns,' I told her. 'Also, the males are bigger than the females, but the females outnumber the males by a ratio of two to one.'
I leaned back in my chair with a smile. 'Two to one. Imagine that.'
Delia hit me. 'Let me see that thing.'
I handed her the book. It kind of reminded me of when we were new-married, and used to go out bird- watching. Before things got so busy. Then Delia's friend Martha called and said to turn on Channel 3 quick. We did, and there I was saying, 'dumb as mud.'
'So you're a cattle farmer now?' Delia said, when the spot was over.
