'Sure.' He led the way into the kitchen, his mind atilt. 'You're supposed to be in school.'
'Summertime, Dad. Graduated anyway. High B average. Coulda done better.' She opened the refrigerator. 'Hey! New York stuff! That fatty red meat.'
'Pastrami,' Quinn said. 'They have it in California, too.'
'Not where I been. You like it?'
'Sure. You graduated from high school?' His guess would have been that she was a junior, maybe a sophomore. Time working its malicious magic.
'Yep.'
Drawers opened, twisties were untwisted, jars unlidded; the refrigerator door was worked, and a squeeze bottle of mustard squeeched! A pastrami sandwich with pickles on rye appeared incredibly fast before Quinn. The fridge door opened and closed again. Hisssss! Lauri was seated at the table with a fizzy cold can of Pepsi, attacking the sandwich.
'Does your mother know you're here?' Quinn asked, embarrassed to sound like a character in an old TV family sitcom.
'I think not.' Through a huge bite of sandwich.
'What about Elliott?'
'He's a dork.'
Quinn remembered her calling him a dork not that many years ago. It had stung. 'Elliott's not such a bad guy.'
Which was true. Quinn had himself at first thought Elliott a dork, but eventually, when he finally accepted that it was over forever with May, he came to appreciate the home and consistency that real-estate attorney Elliott provided for his family-that used to be Quinn's family. Quinn, who any day or night at work might have been shot, had never been able to provide that kind of security at home. A cop's wife leaves him-who doesn't understand and sympathize?
'Does Elliott know you traveled to New York?' Quinn asked, amazed by how quickly the sandwich was disappearing.
'Nobody but you knows I'm here, Dad. This stuff is great. I'm looking forward to New York. Don't worry. I'm gonna get a place of my own soon as I find work.'
'Huh? Place? Work?'
'You got a spare bedroom, Dad, right? Place to crash. Extra bed? I don't snore, most of the time.'
'Listen, Lauri…'
She stopped chewing pastrami and looked up at him with those green eyes. Smiled big. Ah, God…May.
Memory was physical pain.
'There's a spare bedroom,' he said. 'I'll have to move out a few things I've got stored in there.'
She took a big bite of sandwich and stood up. 'Let's go. I'll help you.'
'Doesn't have to be right now,' he said. 'Finish your sandwich. Make another one if you're hungry.'
She settled back down and began eating in earnest again. She said, 'I don't have any tattoos.'
He smiled. 'Fine.'
'Do you mind if I get one?'
'Does it matter what I think?'
'Sure. I asked, didn't I?'
'Yeah. Will you not get a tattoo if I say I mind?'
'Wouldn't go that far.'
'I've gotta say I don't have an opinion on you getting tattooed,' Quinn said honestly. 'I never gave it much thought. I mean, I never figured it was a question I'd have to wrestle with.'
'I'll wait, then. Till you get it straightened out in your mind.'
'Thanks.'
'Wouldn't be right away anyway. Your place. Your rules.'
'Really?'
She grinned. 'I wouldn't go that far.'
He stared at her, befuddled.
'Make yourself another sandwich if you want,' he said. 'And there's more soda in there. I'll be right back.'
He left her and returned to his den. His cigar had gone out. He relit it, then walked over and shut the door and called May and Elliott Franzine's number in California.
Elliott picked up almost immediately.
'It's Quinn,' Quinn said. 'I've got Lauri here.'
'Thank God!' Elliott said. 'She's been gone four days. We thought she was at a girlfriend's house until yesterday. We called the police, and they're about to list her as a missing person.'
'Well, she isn't missing. She's here. Said she rode buses in from California.'
'May's not here, Quinn. She's out talking to the girlfriend's parents. We've worried out of our skulls.'
'I guess so. Lauri get upset about something?'
'Didn't seem to. Well, we did have a bit of a tiff about where and when she'd go to college. A few harsh words. But we've had those discussions before and everybody's cooled down. We didn't think she was mad enough to leave home. Though she's been talking about not liking California, seeing more of the world. We didn't think there was anything to the talk, just Lauri venting, but it seems we were wrong.'
'She's planning on going to college?'
'Eventually, she says. After gaining what she calls true life experience, whatever that is.'
Quinn knew what it was. It could be painful. Even fatal.
'She intends to stay with me for a while and try to find a job in New York,' he said.
'How do you feel about that?'
'Like I've got no choice.'
'Well, she is eighteen.'
'That's an age when you can get in a lotta trouble,' Quinn said. And be a lot of trouble.
'May and I both know she'd be safe with you.'
'If I put her on the red-eye to California, she might bounce right back here,' Quinn said, thinking out loud.
'Probably would. Or go someplace else altogether. Like Minnesota.'
'Why Minnesota?'
'I don't know, but I've always had a bad feeling about Minnesota. It's a place where you can get in trouble if you're eighteen.'
'Like plenty of other places,' Quinn said.
'If she's really made up her mind to leave California,' Elliott said, 'she'll go someplace else. Lauri's awfully stubborn. Once she's made up her mind, she usually doesn't change it.'
'Stubborn, huh?'
'Very.'
Quinn picked up his cigar and toyed with it. Studied it. No sign of an ember. He mentally pronounced it dead.
What a screwed-up world it was.
'We can try it for a while,' Quinn said. 'On a trial basis. Maybe she'll see how tough it is here and get New York out of her system.'
'This is great of you, Quinn.'
'Not really. She's my daughter.'
'Yeah, she sure is.'
'Have May call me when she gets in.'
'Okay. Tell Lauri we love her out here in California.'
'You wanna talk to her?'
'Of course.'
Quinn went back to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later and picked up the phone.
