He didn't like the sound of this. 'Just a minute.' He shut the door in my face. I stood in the cold night air shifting my feet and listening to the porch swing creaking under its load of blown snow. McConkey returned. 'You can come in for a minute, but don't get Corrine all upset, you understand?
Her nerves are all shot to hell.'
'I suppose they would be.'
I left my coat to fry on the hall radiator. Corrine was lying on the brown couch with a pink blanket up to her chin, her head propped on a pillow. She sat up as I entered the room and patted her hair. 'I'm a real mess, Mr.
Strachey, I hope you don't mind. How are you this evening?'
'I'm cold, tired and a little curious. I'm sorry I missed the funeral yesterday afternoon, but I want you to know that
I've been thinking about your brother a lot for the past several days. And I saw your mother in Los Angeles.'
Her pale eyes brightened. 'You went all the way to California and saw Ma?
Well, how did she look? Was she out of bed yet? She sounded so down on the phone. She's taking this pretty hard.'
'She was up and around, but she was emotionally a wreck, yes. She seemed determined, though, to get on with her life.'
A faint smile. 'That's Ma, all right-determined. She has more spunk than any ten people. She told me on the phone-Ma said-Ed! Ed, will you turn that thing down?'
Ed, sulking by the TV set, climbed over his feet, which were propped on a footstool, and reduced the volume by half a decibel.
'When Ma called yesterday, before the funeral,' Corrine went on, raising her voice in order to be heard over the helicopter explosions, 'do you know what she asked me? She said why don't I come out and see her next month? And you know what? I just might do it.'
'That sounds as if it would be good for both of you.'
'I'm really thinking about it this time. Mrs. Clert could make Ed's sandwich at noon and he could drive over to McDonald's at suppertime. Ed could drive me out to the airport and help me carry my suitcases in if I took two along. I'd rather take along a lot of clean outfits so Ma wouldn't have to do any laundry. And then I could call Ed long distance from Ma's apartment in California and tell him what time to pick me up when I came back. You know, this time I really think I'm going to do it. I just want to hug Ma so bad.
I've been thinking about that ever since she called.'
'You must miss her a lot. When did you last see your mother?'
'When she left, after Pa died. That's been-oh, I don't know how many years. Eighteen? Why, yes, eighteen years ago this month. Isn't that something? Eighteen years after Pa died, Jack died. They both died in the wintertime. Maybe that's why I always feel so low every January. Ma's always asking me to come and see her, even pay my way, but-well, Ed doesn't really like other people's cooking. He says it tastes funny. Ed really appreciates my cooking, even though I don't really think it's that great. But Mrs. Clert could make his sandwich. Or-maybe I could make some sandwiches and just stick them in the freezer. Can you freeze cold meat sandwiches? I don't see why not. Or would the mayonnaise go bad?'
'It might. But perhaps Ed could lift the top slice of bread and apply his own mayonnaise.'
She glanced Ed's way apprehensively but he was caught up in other matters.
I said, 'I think you might enjoy getting away from Albany for a while. Is this the house you grew up in?'
'From when I was one and a half. Then, when I married Ed, we moved in with his mom, but then she got hit by the number 6 bus on Pearl Street, and we moved back over here with Ma and Pa. Then soon after that, Pa died and Ma gave us the house and we've been here ever since.'
I thought maybe she meant literally, but then remembered that she worked as a salesclerk. 'Your mother strikes me as a generous woman who has looked after her children in the best way she's been able to. I got the impression that you and Jack were the only people she cared about back in Albany, though. She seemed otherwise to dislike the city and its people intensely, passionately even.'
She looked away. 'I know. Ma's life with Pa was hard on her-on account of his ailment. But after he was gone she seemed to not like Albany even more than before. Really, though, it's always seemed like a pretty nice town to me. People around here are friendly, and they're always there to lend a hand when tragedy strikes. But Ma's stubborn that way. She gets something in her head and there it sticks. Oh, well. Ma has her ways. Like Jack did. Like we all do.' She shrugged philosophically.
I said, 'Did Jack leave a will?'
'I wouldn't think so. Why would he? Jack was like the rest of the Lenihans.
We scrape by, and that's about it. Ma's done well for herself. Went out west without a dime to her name, went to college, and got a good job that pays. I guess Ma's the only one of us that has stick-to-it-ive-ness. She applied herself and she was rewarded for it. And you hit the nail on the head when you said she's not stingy with her money. Ma helps Ed and I out when we need it, and she even helps Dad with his bills. Having a nurse all the time costs an arm and a leg, and Medicare hardly pays to empty the bedpan unless you go to the hospital. Many a time we've invited Dad to sell the house and move over here, but he likes his independence and you can't blame him for that. But we all get by and we help each other out when times get tough, and that's the important thing.'
'Did your mother mention to you that I stopped in to see her?'
'Gosh-no, I guess she forgot to say. Just because she's distraught, I'm sure.'
'I understand your grandfather wants to speak with me.'
'Oh, did the Jewish gentleman tell you that? You know, I've had so many things on my mind that that one just went right out the window.'
'Do you know why he wants to see me? I've never met your grandfather before. I only know him by reputation.'
'Gee, he didn't really say. But I suppose he heard you were a friend of Jack's and wants to talk about Jack. He was real broken up by Jack's passing. I felt so sorry for the poor old fella. His only male grandson gone.'
'I don't know, but I doubt that Jack would have mentioned my name to his grandfather. Who might have?'
She blushed. 'Do you mean because you're-that way? Like Jack? Dad's old-fashioned and never had the time of day for-perverts, he called them.
He always thought Jack being like that was just Jack trying to get back at him.'
'Back at him for what?'
'Oh, for being a big-shot Democrat. Jack always said the Albany Democrats were just a bunch of crooks, and that got Dad's dandruff up every time. Dad says the party got jobs for people so they could have a roof over their head and they could put food on the table, and the party helped people when they were down and out. But Jack always said the party stole more than it gave away. Jack criticized the Democrats right in front of Dad, and sometimes Jack could get obnoxious-have these tantrums and say really mean things. And then Dad would start in on the perverts and Jack would stomp out and slam the door. But I will say that Jack always came back, and I think in his heart Dad was always glad to see him. Like last fall, until they had another falling out. Blood is thicker than water, as the saying goes.'
'When could I visit your grandfather? Is tonight a possibility?'
'Oh no, not this late. Dad Lenihan goes to bed after his programs. He watches the news report and then Wheel of Fortune and Hundred
Thousand Dollar Name That Tune, and he's all tucked in by eight-thirty.
Dad's an early riser, so maybe in the morning would be a good idea.'
'What time?'
'Ed drives me out to the store at twenty of nine, but I could call Dad first and see if it was okay for you to drop in. Mrs. Clert could get Dad ready and then Ed could take you over after he got back. Maybe about ten-thirty in the morning would be a good time. Would that suit you?'
'It would. I'll phone you at eight-thirty to confirm the time.'
She smiled. 'Just don't talk politics if you don't want to get an earful. And don't'-she blushed again-'maybe
