Unspeakable

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Graham Masterton

The Dunamai Memorial Collection

This ebook is part of a collection to honor the memory of Hugh ?Dunamai? Miller who passed away on the evening of January 19th, 2006.

Dunamai was an incredible asset to the ebook community, literally converting books to ebooks by hand like a modern day clerical monk when he had to. He was the Knight of the Obscure Book and a better champion could not be found. They don't make them much better than this man.

If you are lucky in your life you might meet a handful of really 'good' people. If you knew Dunamai, then you were lucky in meeting just such a person. He was a very special man who had time for everyone and asked nothing of anyone. He also had a smile and a kind word for you anytime you needed one. Dunamai was one of the nicest, helpful and easygoing people you could meet online.

?For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun. And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek god unencumbered. Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance.?

I'm sure Dun is dancing today. He was a star on earth, and will be a star in heaven.

We grieve the loss of an important member of the ebook community. We will remember you forever, dear friend.

To my grandson Jake

and his grandmother Wiescka

with love

Poor Richard's

For her thirty-third birthday, Holly's boss, Doug, took her to Poor Richard's on Northeast Thirty-ninth and Broadway. Katie came along, too, of course, since she was not only Holly's case director but Doug's 'significant other.'

It was a Tuesday evening so the special was steak and snow crab, which was Holly's favorite, although Doug always swore by the tenderloin, medium rare, with a deep- fried onion blossom on the side.

The restaurant was crowded and noisy, so that they had to shout to make themselves heard. 'Who's the Long Island Iced Tea?' yelled the server. Holly raised her hand and he passed it over. 'Who's the Fuzzy Navel?'

Doug raised his beer glass and said, 'Here's to Holly? the sweetest girl in thePortland child welfare service. May your days be blessed with sunshine and may your nights be filled with thrills.'

'Doug-' Katie protested, but Holly shook her head and laughed.

'Don't worry. Just because I'm thirty-three and unattached, that doesn't mean that I'm going to be living like a nun forever.'

'I don't know why you broke it off withEugene ,' said Katie. 'I know he wasn't exactly Brad Pitt, but he wasn't Quasimodo, either.'

'Yes?Eugene ?,' said Doug. 'IlikedEugene. It struck me that he was always so considerate.'

Holly kept on smiling-that tight, determined smile she always put on when other people tried to order her life for her. 'I wasn't looking forconsiderate,' she said. 'I was looking forimpetuous. I was looking forwild. Besides,Eugene wore garters.'

'Garters?Oh my God. You never told me that.'

The server brought their starters: shrimp saute for Holly, teriyaki chicken strips for Katie and Doug. 'You want dip? Blue cheese? Lemon mayo? Tomato and honey?'

'He had a phobia about showing his legs because they weren't very hairy. He said they looked like a girl's.'

'Hey, we can't all be gorillas.'

Over in the dark, oak-paneled bar, more than fifty feet away, a bleached-blond woman in a shiny green cocktail dress was leaning toward a man with a short, iron-gray crewcut. 'I have champagne in the icebox,' she was saying. 'Well, not real champagne but sparkling wine. We could kick off our shoes and drink sparkling wine and dance.'

Her companion flapped his hand dismissively. 'I don't want to kick off my shoes and drink sparkling wine and dance, okay? I'm fine here. I'm totally?' He searched for a word, but all he could come up with was 'fine.'

The woman leaned even closer and started to play with the man's earlobe. 'You don't know what you're missing. I could make all of your wildest dreams come true.'

'I don't have any wildest dreams. I don't even have any tamest dreams.'

The woman stroked his cheek. The man raised one finger and the bartender poured him another shot of Jack Daniel's.

'Do you know who you remind me of?' the woman purred.

'No, who do I remind you of?'

'Burt Lancaster, when he was younger.'

'Burt Lancaster's dead.'

'But you remind me of him. Like,all man,you know? Quiet, but all man.'

The man tossed back the Jack Daniel's and raised his finger again.

A little farther along the bar, two men in crumpled business suits were talking and laughing. One of them was saying, 'So this seventy-year-old guy is sitting in bed reading, okay? And his wife flings open the bathroom door and she's standing there bare-ass naked, okay, and she shouts out, 'Super pussy!' The old guy doesn't even look up. He just turns the page in his book and says, 'I'll take the soup, please.' '

Right in the far corner, sitting at a small table with a hammered-copper top, Holly could see two men drinking beers. One of them had his back to her, and because of the red-shaded table lamp, all she could see of his companion was the lower part of his face. He was talking quickly and quietly, and endlessly feeding himself with smoked and salted almonds.

'-depends when you want it done. I don't know. It's your decision. Whatever you decide, I'll work around it. But you have to make up your mind, you know? And once you've made up your mind, that's it, there's no going back. Because once I've told the guy, once I've told him, he's not going to be in contact anymore, he's going to vanish,piff,and I can't call him up at the last minute and say, 'Sorry, the client's changed his mind,' you get me?'

The woman in the shiny green dress was trying to stick her tongue in the man's ear and he kept flinching away from her.

'Listen, I washed my ears before I came out, okay?'

'Don't you like being licked? I could lick you in places you didn't even know you had.'

'Give me a break, will you?'

'Why don't you take me home and let me find out where you like to be licked the most.'

Doug was already looking flushed. He had peppery hair and a freckly complexion and it took only two glasses ofBridgeport ale for his neck to turn crimson. Katie was dark and pale, with iron-gray streaks in her shoulder-length hair, and whenevershedrank she pushed her wire-rimmed glasses onto the end of her nose and became very, very meaningful.

'We were thinking, Holly, you know, that maybe you could use some more social interaction.'

'You mean I need to get out more?'

'I mean try new people. Broaden your acquaintanceships.'

'-so this Japanese tourist goes to the bank to change his yen into dollars, right?' said the joker at the bar. 'And he says, 'What's going on, I got a hundred dollars yesterday, now you've only given me ninety-six. Why's that?' And the bank teller says, 'Fluctuations.' So the Japanese says, 'Yes, and fluck you Americans too.' '

'We're going out toMirrorLake this weekend. We were wondering if you were interested in coming along. Doug hasn't been salmon fishing in months, and I just feel like getting out of the city.'

'Just us three?'

'Well? I was thinking of asking Doug's friend Ned. You know, it's always better when it's a foursome.'

'Have I met Ned?'

'I don't think so. No, you haven't. But you'll really like him.'

'He's a really terrific guy,' Doug put in. 'Great sense of humor, you know. Great practical joker.'

'You'd really like him. He used to play quarterback forPortlandU. He's done pretty well for himself in the wood pulp business. And I can guarantee that he doesn't wear sock suspenders.'

The man at the table in the corner said, '-you just let me know exactly where she's going to be, and when, and we'll take care of the rest. Don't go variegating your routine. Stay in town and have the cat sense not to do anything that's different from what you normally do. That's the mistake that so many clients make. They have a perfect story but for no reason they do something out of character, and that gets the cops asking themselves why did this guy do something out of character-cops being professionally nosey, which is what they're paid for.'

He said something else, and by the way he curled his lip it looked like something of a threat, but Holly couldn't quite catch it.

'Oh, come on,' said the woman in the shiny green dress. 'We'll have a ball. I promise you won't regret it.'

'All right. Allright. You win. Shoes off, sparkling wine, licking, whatever you want. No dancing, though. Definitely no dancing.'

'But Iliketo dance.'

'Listen, I'll be lucky if I can stand up, forget about dancing.'