'Same thing.'
The pneumatic doors of the bus closed with that soft, firm sound that they make and the bus ground into gear and plowed off through the rain.
'My father came home and had some and said it was pretty good and I should start sharing in the cooking. So I did.'
'So all of you cooked?'
'Yeah, but no one was proprietary about it. It wasn't anyone's accomplishment, it was a way to get food in the proper condition to eat.'
'Your father sounds as if he were comfortable with his ego,' Susan said.
'He never felt the need to compete with me,' I said. 'He was always very willing for me to grow up. Ї
Pearl had located a discarded morsel of chewing gum on the pavement and was mouthing it vigorously. Apparently she found it unrewarding, because after a minute of ruminative mouthing she opened her jaws and let it drop out.
'There's something she won't eat,' Susan said.
'I would have said there wasn't,' I said.
We passed the corner of Shepard Street. Across Mass Avenue, on the corner of Wendell Street, the motel had changed names again.
'I got to shop some too,' I said, 'though mostly for things like milk and sugar. My father and my uncles had a vegetable garden they kept, and they all hunted, so there was lots of game. My father liked to come home after ten, twelve hours of carpentering and work in his garden. My uncles didn't care for the garden much, but they liked the fresh produce and they were too proud to take it without helping, so they'd be out there too. Took up most of the backyard. In the fall we'd put up a lot of it, and we'd smoke some game.'
'Did you work in the garden?' Susan said.
'Sure.'
'Do you miss it?'
'No,' I said. 'I always hated gardening.'
'So when we retire you don't want to buy a little cottage and tend your roses?'
'While you're inside baking up some cookies,' I said, 'maybe brewing a pot of tea, or a batch of lemonade that you'd bring me in a pitcher.'
'What a dreadful thought,' Susan said.
'Yes,' I said. 'I prefer to think I can be the bouncer in a retirement home.'
The Cambridge Common appeared through the shiny down-slanted rain. Pearl elongated a little when she sniffed it. There were always squirrels there, and Pearl had every intention of catching one.
'And you?' I said.
'When I retire?'
'Yeah.'
Susan looked at the wet superstructure of the children's swing set for a moment as we crossed toward it.
'I think,' she said, 'that I shall remain young and beautiful forever.'
We reached the Common and Pearl was now in low tension, leaning against the leash, her nose apparently pressed against the grass, sniffing.
'Well,' I said, 'you've got a hell of a start on it.'
'Actually,' she said, 'I don't suppose either of us will retire. I'll practice therapy, and teach, and write some. You'll chase around rescuing maidens and slaying dragons, annoying all the right people.
'Someday I may not be the toughest kid on the block,' I said.
She shook her head. 'Someday you may not be the strongest,' she said. 'I suspect you'll always be the toughest.'
'Good point,' I said.
CHAPTER 22
PAUL and I were working out in the Harbor Health Club. Paul was doing pelvic tilt sit-ups. I could do some. But Paul seemed able to do fifty thousand of them and had the annoying habit of pausing to talk during various phases of the sit-up without any visible strain. He was doing it now.
'Maybe,' he said, 'we were out in Lenox asking the wrong questions of the wrong people.'
I was doing concentration curls, with relatively light weight, and many reps. Paul had been slowly weaning me from the heavy weights. It's the amount of work, not the amount of weight.
'Almost by definition,' I said, trying to sound easy as I curled the dumbbells. 'Since what we did produced nothing.'
'Well, I mean I know I'm a dancer and you're a detective, but…'
'Go ahead,' I said. 'If you've got a good idea, my ego can stand it-unless it's brilliant.'
'It's not brilliant,' Paul said. He curled down and up and down again, and began curling up on an angle to
