We passed the Woodstock exit on the way south. The sky was blackening in the west, but if the forecast was accurate we'd make the city before the snow began to fall. Anyway, New York was expecting rain, not the foot of snow predicted for Albany, where the newspaper said a group of Jamaican scientists was expected to arrive soon to study what life in the tropics would be like in the event of a worldwide nuclear winter. I figured in Albany the catastrophe would hardly be noticed.
Timmy said, 'After all you've been through-and I've been through-I guess I am kind of sorry you couldn't find a way to clean up the money and get it to Sim Kempelman. I'd have loved to watch the machine kicked around by its own misplaced left feet. They'd never have known what hit them.'
'Yes, they would. Larry Dooley would have explained it to them.'
'That would have been even better.'
'The millennium in Albany will have to wait a couple of years. It's okay though. In a lot of ways I like Joan Lenihan's idea even better.'
'It's just a shame though that we can't make the presentation in Pug Lenihan's name. Get his name in the Albany papers one last time.'
'Too risky. Questions would be asked, maybe investigations launched.
Also, the news might have finished Pug off- a stroke, or coronary, or something. What we're doing is safer, surer, and a reasonable approximation of justice.'
'Are you sure their office is open on Saturday? We can't just leave the suitcases on the sidewalk.'
'I phoned. Somebody'll be there.'
Timmy became thoughtful for a couple of minutes, then said, 'I am glad I decided to take a few weeks' vacation, I really am. I had the time coming, so why not use it? But I'm still a little unclear about why you wanted to travel so far away. I mean, it's awfully expensive. And it's so far south too. Even though it's summer down there, don't you think it might be kind of chilly in Patagonia?'
'That's just the thing. It's off the beaten path. We'll avoid the crowds of noisy nuclear families from New Jersey and spend time in a place uncontaminated by overdevelopment and so forth.'
He nodded but remained, I suspected, curious.
Our flight from JFK was due to leave at four, and we arrived on West Twenty-fourth Street just after one. No parking spaces were to be found in the vicinity of the Gay Men's Health Crisis headquarters, so we double-parked in front of the building. This wasn't going to take long.
We dragged the suitcases out of the car and toted them past the signs advertising the organization's lobbying, social service and fund-raising efforts on behalf of AIDS victims. On the stairway we put on our ski masks, then hiked up to the reception office.
'This is not a holdup,' I told the startled chap behind the counter. 'It's an anonymous donation,'
Before he could speak, we dumped the suitcases, turned, and fled.
In Patagonia it snowed, so we left after a day and a half and flew up to the Yucatan, where we climbed up and down Mayan pyramids for ten days.
Timmy got sunstroke and I got dysentery, and the place was awfully hot.
