himself, and what he wants.”
“Well,” I said. “I’m going to solve that problem for you.”
“You have enough evidence?”
“Not yet,” I said.
“But you will,” Winifred said.
“Sooner or later,” I said.
She stared at me for a while and nodded.
“Yes,” she said. “You will.”
She handed me her cup.
“Don’t bother with the coffee,” she said.
I poured some whiskey in the cup and gave it back to her. She sipped some.
“I’ll be as kind as I can be,” I said. “If she’s involved, I’ll try to keep her, and you, out of it.”
“Oh, God,” Winifred said. “It will kill her. I don’t know what to hope for.”
“It’s well beyond hope,” I said.
“I know,” she said, and sipped again. “If I were outside looking in, which I’m not, I wish I were—if I were outside, I’d think this was very interesting.”
“Because?” I said.
“Because you’re as implacable as he is,” she said. “Be interesting to see who wins.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m interested in that, too.”
54
An outfit named Galvin Contracting came in and restored my bombed-out bedroom. They put in a new window, changed the lock on my front door, and even assembled the new bed when it was delivered. They repainted the bedroom, same color, more gray than tan but with some hint of both, depending on the light. Susan came with me when I moved back in. She brought with her a bunch of linens that she’d purchased for me. I helped her carry them in.
“How’d you know what color I’d paint it?” I said.
She looked at me and made a sound that, had she been less elegant, would have been a snort.
“Are you implying by that look that I’m boringly predictable?” I said.
She nodded vigorously.
We made the bed together. The sheets and pillowcases were plum-colored. I went to the linen closet in the bathroom and got a black down comforter and put it on the bed. Susan went to the living room and got a large plastic bag with several decorative pillows in it. They appeared to match or contrast with the plum sheets.
“What are those for?” I said.
She ignored me and began to place them strategically on my bed until they covered more than half.
“Where do I sleep?” I said.
“At night you take them off,” she said.
“And put them on again in the morning?”
“When you make the bed,” she said.
“Every day?” I said.
“Do you make the bed every day?”
“I do,” I said.
“Then of course,” she said. “Every day.”
“Will you be stopping by to inspect every day?” I said.
“No more than usual,” she said.
I smiled.
“Do I sense that they may not be on the bed when I’m not here?”
“Hard to predict,” I said.
“But they look so beautiful,” she said.
There was nowhere to go with that, so I said, “How about lunch?”
“Sounds good to me,” she said. “Where?”
“Here,” I said. “I’ll leave the bedroom door open, and we can admire the pillows while we eat.”
Susan looked at me kind of slant-eyed sideways and went to the kitchen counter and sat.
