“What about you?” Shirley asked.
“You mean you wanna know who I am?”
She nodded and smiled and caressed his cheek with her right hand, the hand that wore their ring.
“That there’s a hard question,” he said. He kissed her fingers, pretending in his mind that he was a younger man who had the right to do such a thing. “I mean, if you asked me any other time I’da had a answer. That answer might not’a been right or true, but I would’a believed it, and so would you have. But, but now it’s all different.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I nevah been the kinda person go out an’ do sumpin’ first,” he said. “I usually look at somebody else and see what they was doin’ and either I’d join in or walk away. My first wife wanted to get married and so that’s what I did. I didn’t really want it, and she knew it, but we had kids and stuck it out for a while. Kids hated me. My ex-wife did too—before she died. But that was okay.
“My second wife come to me before her first marriage was ovah. Come right up to my door. We loved each other, an’ she died by my side, while I was sleep.”
Shirley squeezed his wrist.
“But that’s not what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” Ptolemy continued. “I know all that stuff. That’s who I
“What are you like now, Mr. Grey?”
Ptolemy inhaled, feeling the breath come into him. It felt like a hot wind rushing through a valley of stone. His heart pulsed, which for some reason brought to mind the moon in its sky.
“First there was you, Shirley Wring,” he said, or maybe Coy said through him.
“Me?”
“Yeah. I was like a blind man on a clear day. I lived in the dark of my eyes, and then you walked up and spelled your name and I remembered it. That was the first thing I remembered right off for the first time in years. You give me that treasure but what was even better was when I give it back. That was before I fount out that Reggie was dead, before I knew that Hilly stoled from me. That was before Robyn, and before I met the Devil behind his garden of roses and a green door.
“But it all started out with you. Reggie tried, but now that I look back on it I can see that he was a good boy but he couldn’t see the man in me. I was a chore that he did every couple’a days. That’s what old people turn into, chores for the young.”
Shirley hummed her agreement and kissed Ptolemy’s hand.
“And most of ’em don’t even take on that responsibility,” she said.
“If I coulda thought about it I woulda killed myself,” Ptolemy said. “But instead I met Satan and he injected me with his fire. Here I been runnin’ from fire ever since my childhood friend died in the blaze, and when I stopped runnin’ they put a fire in my blood.”
“And what you gonna do now?” Shirley asked.
“Robyn gonna be my heir,” he replied. “I’m gonna ask her to take care’a my estranged children, my family and friends, and, and, and you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You and my great-great-grandnephew and niece and their aunt Niecie.”
“All them?”
“That’s what Coy McCann told me to do and I’ma do it.”
Upon the last word uttered the door to the apartment came open. Robyn, loaded down with four shopping bags, stared at the old folks holding each other on the couch.
Ptolemy turned toward his heir and smiled but Shirley gasped and pulled away from him. She disentangled her arms from his and pulled her feet away too.
“What’s goin’ on?” Robyn asked.
“Me an’ Shirley talkin’ ’bout our past,” the fevered old man said.
“I bet you were.”
“I got to be goin’, Mr. Grey, Ptolemy,” Shirley said.
She got to her feet and looked around, finally seeing her red purse behind her on the couch. Robyn saw it too. She put down her shopping bags and picked up the cherry-red leather sack.
“Thank you,” Shirley said.
Robyn grunted and frowned at her elder.
“Good-bye,” Shirley said to both of them.
“You don’t have to go, Shirley,” Ptolemy said, getting to his feet.
“Oh, no, I mean, yes I do. But I will call you,” she said. “I’ll call.”
She scuttled out the door, which Robyn had not closed because her hands were full. Shirley didn’t close it either, and so Ptolemy walked to the front. Shirley stopped at the end of the hall and turned back. She smiled across the concrete expanse and Ptolemy waved at her, though he doubted if she could see.
When he turned away, after Shirley was gone, he met Robyn’s stony stare.
“Why you got to be rude to my friend?” he asked, unintimidated by the anger in her face.
