except for that symposium.'
'I didn't know.'
'Yeah, you and all the other good Germans.'
He spat at me again. The knuckles of his gun hand were tiny cauliflowers. Sweat popped at his hairline.
'That's
He shook his head and flung sweat. I saw his index finger move up and down the trigger. The painful, hungry look on his face made my bowels churn. But then it was gone and he was smiling again.
'Retarded,' he said, as if enjoying the word. 'Fourteen, but he was more like a seven-year-old. I was twelve, but I ended up being his big brother. He was the only one in the place who'd talk to me- beware the dangerous pyromaniac- Hitler warned them all against having anything to do with me. I was completely shunned except by Delmar. He couldn't think clearly, but he had a heart of gold. Hitler took him in for the publicity- poor little Negro retardo helped by the great white doctor. When visitors came, he always had his hand on Delmar's woolly little head. But Delmar was no great success. Delmar couldn't remember rules or learn how to read and write. So when there were no visitors around, he kept bad-loving him, over and over. And when that didn't work, they sent in the she-beast.'
'Myra Evans?'
'No, not her, you idiot. She was the
High-pitched laughter. The gun moved back some more and I stared into its single, black eye.
The dog began scratching again, but Coburg didn't notice.
'When the
'What did she do to him?'
'What did she
'She molested him?'
His free hand touched his cheek and he arched his eyebrows.
'Such
His lips vibrated and he swallowed hard a couple of times. The gun arm like steel.
The glass door vibrated.
'So he took the truck,' I said. 'To escape what she was doing to him.'
The gun barrel made tiny arcs.
'I had no idea which way to go, so I just drove. The roads kept getting curvier. Delmar was scared out of his mind, crying for his mama. I'm telling him everything's okay- but some idiot left sawhorses in the middle of the road- a ditch, no warning lights. We skidded… off the road… I yelled for Delmar to jump free, tried to
He licked his lips and breathed with forced deliberation. His finger tapped the trigger.
'Boom. Kaboom,' he said. 'Life is so tenuous, isn't it?'
He looked winded, dripping perspiration. The big smile on his face was forced.
'He… it took me two hours to walk back to hell. My clothes were torn and I'd twisted my ankle. It was a miracle- I was alive. Meant for something. I managed to crawl into bed… my teeth were chattering so loud I was sure everyone would wake up. It took a while till the commotion began. Talking, footsteps, lights going on. Then Hitler came stomping into my room, tore the covers off me, and stared at me- foaming at the mouth. I looked right back at him. This crazy look came into his eyes and he lifted his hands- like he was ready to claw me. I stared right back at him and pulled my pud. And he just let his arms drop. Walked out. Never spoke to me again. I was locked in my room for three days. On the fourth day, Mummy came and picked me up. Go east, young victor.'
'So you won,' I said.
'Oh, yeah,' he said. 'I was the conquering hero.' Jab. 'My victory bought me more dungeons. More sadists, pills, and needles. That's what your places are about, whether you call them hospitals or jails or
I remembered the flash of anger he'd shown in his office, when we'd talked about Dorsey Hewitt.
'But you got past that,' I said. 'You made it through law school, you're helping other people.'
He laughed and the gun retreated an inch or two.
'Don't patronize me, you fuck. Yeah, let's hear it for higher education. You know where I learned my torts and jurisprudence? The library at Rahway State Prison. Filing
He laughed again and wiped his forehead. 'The only bars I ever passed, were the ones on my
'Five years,' I said. 'Right after Myra.'
'Right
The guitar-pick tiepin…
Special effects, too. Phase shifters…
He grinned and raised his free hand as if for a high-five. 'Hey, bro, let's jam and cut a record.'
'Is that the offer you gave Lyle Gritz?'
The grin shrank.
'A human decoy,' I said. 'To throw me off the track?'
He jabbed me hard with the gun and slapped my face with his free hand. 'Shut up and stop