TWO
1
‘Welcome to the Breakers sir.’
‘I have a reservation. The name is Parmitt.’
‘Yes, sir, here it is. You’ll be staying with us three weeks?’
‘That’s right.’
‘And what method of pay oh, I see. We will be billing your bank in San Antonio, is that right?’
‘They keep all my money. I’m not permitted to walk around with it myself.’
The clerk offered an indulgent smile; he was used to the incompetent rich. ‘It must take a worry off your mind,’ he said.
Parker touched the tips of two fingers to his lounge lizard mustache; it felt like half a Velcro strip. ‘Does it?’ he asked, as though the idea of having a worry onhis mind had never occurred to him. ‘Yes, I suppose it does,’ he decided. ‘In any case, I’m not worried.’
‘No, sir. If you’d sign here.’
Daniel Parmitt.
‘Will that be smoking or non, sir?’
‘Non.’
‘And will you be garaging a vehicle with us during your stay, sir?’
‘Yes, I left it with the fellow out there. He gave me a wait, here it is.’
‘Yes, very good, thank you, sir. You keep this, you’ll show it to the doorman whenever you want your car.’ Parker held the ticket, frowning at it, then sighed and nodded and put it away in his trouser pocket. ‘I can do that,’ he decided.
‘And will you be needing assistance with your luggage, sir?’
‘The fellow put it on a cart, over there somewhere.’
‘Very good. Front! Do enjoy your stay with us, Mr Parmitt.’
‘I’m sure I will,’ Parker said, and turned to find a bellboy at his elbow, who wanted to know what room he was in. Parker didn’t know until the bellboy helpfully read it aloud for him off the little folder containing his keycard.
‘I’ll meet you up there, sir, with your luggage.’
‘Fine. Thank you.’
He stood where he was until the clerk said, ‘The elevators are just over there, sir.’
‘Thank you.’
He rode the elevator up, alone in the car and strode down the quiet hall to his room. Entering, he faced a wide window, thinly curtained, with the ocean and the bright day visible outside. When he looked at the king-size bed, he thought of Claire, whom he would see again
when? In three weeks? Sooner? Never?
A rapping at the door meant the bellboy with the luggage. Parker went through the usual playlet with him, being shown the amenities, the luggage placed just so, lights switched on and off, then the bellboy accepting the rich tip Parker gave him and smiling himself back out the door.
About to start unpacking, Parker caught sight of himself in one of the several mirrors and stopped. He studied himself and knew that what he was doing was the thing to do, the way to be here without being seen, without causing questions to be asked, but still, it felt strange and it looked strange. This person, in these clothes, in this room, on this island.
Well. Whatever tactics he decided on in the next couple of weeks, he knew one thing for certain: he wouldn’t be intimidating anybody.
2
‘This is my first time in Palm Beach,’ Parker told the real estate woman, ‘and I find I’m taking to it quite a bit.’ The real estate woman was pleased. A round-faced blonde of about forty, an ex-cheerleader with padding, she wore a beige suit, matching shoes, paler plain blouse, a gold pin of a leaping dolphin on her right breast, and a simple strand of pearls at her throat. She was one of an interchangeable half dozen of such women in this spacious cool office on Worth Avenue, where the only difference was in the color each woman had chosen for today’s suit (skirt, not pants); there was peach, there was avocado, there was coconut, there was canary yellow, and there was royal blue. It was a garden of padded real estate women, and how did they decide each morning which one would be Kim, which Susan, which Joyce? The one talking with Parker had chosen to be Lesley today.
‘Palm Beach isn’t for everyone,’ she said, though still with her welcoming smile. ‘Those who will find it theplace in their lives tend to know that right away.’
‘I don’t know as how it could be theplace for me,’ Parker told her, leaning into the characterization, knowing he would never be as seamlessly plausible as Melander, talking about the little Mexicans, but thinking he could do it well enough to pass. ‘I have other places I like,’ he explained. ‘South Padre Island. Vail. But Palm Beach has something that appeals to me.’
‘Of course,’ she said with that smile. Her teeth were large and white and even.
‘To have a place here, oh, for a month a year, January or February, that might not be bad.’
She made a note, on the form on which she’d already filled in his particulars: name, home address, bank, staying at the Breakers. She said, ‘Would you be entertaining?’
