nose and quit and pretty soon he's back into being a crook, and after a while somebody will recognize him, or he'll get busted, or whatever. If it's the mob after you, then you're in trouble, because they've got time and money and connections and no passion. Killing you is a wise management decision for them. Passion cools, except you and me, Hotpants, but wise business decisions by the mob are forever. His friends may forget about who put them away, or they may not.'
The waiter brought Susan some sweetbreads with grilled fruit. For me he brought oysters.
'Hotpants?' Susan said.
'Yeah, that's why the oysters,' I said.
Susan ate a very small bite of sweetbread. 'How is Dwayne?' she said.
'Fine,' I said. 'Surly, arrogant, uncommunicative, and the holder of a two-point-five-million contract over three years.'
'Is Chantel with him?'
'Yes.' I said.
'Good,' Susan said. 'Can he read?'
'Some,' I said. 'Chantel says he got to about third grade level over the summer.'
'That's very good progress,' Susan said. 'It's only been, what, five months?'
'Yes.'
I slurped an oyster and gestured with my wine list at the waiter.
'Gewurztraminer,' I said. 'The Trimbach.'
He smiled approvingly and hustled off after the wine. Waiters smile approvingly if you order cough syrup. I finished my oysters. The waiter served the wine. Susan finished her sweetbreads. We each took a sip of wine. Around us the soft sound of conversation, the gentle noise of steaks being cut and soup being spooned. The light was soft and the encroaching September evening darkened the view through the windows.
'You can't stand Dwayne, can you?' Susan said.
'No,' I said, 'who could? Even Hawk doesn't like him and Hawk doesn't have feelings about anybody.'
'Except you,' Susan said.
'And you,' I said.
'Chantel loves him,' Susan said.
'Love's different,' I said. 'It doesn't 'alter where it alteration finds.' '
'I know,' Susan said.
The waiter appeared with barbecued duck for Susan, venison for me.
'And yet you just stuck at it and wouldn't let Dwayne destroy himself even though they tried to kill you, and it was hard, and there was no reason to care about him.'
'You think I shouldn't have?' I said.
'No, I think you should have. But, God, he's obnoxious.'
'You have obnoxious patients,' I said.
Susan smiled. 'I'll say,' she said.
'Dwayne is one of the best that ever lived at what he does,' I said.
'Which is playing basketball,' Susan said.
'Yes. Not brain surgery, but something.'
'And?' Susan said.
'And I like Chantel,' I said.
Susan smiled, and her smile widened as she looked at me. Then she picked up her wine glass and raised it toward me a little and held it for a moment.
'Is this a good omen?' I said.
'If I were you,' she said, 'I'd have more oysters.'
