inadequate as the times had been.
Timmy let go of Skeeter and gazed down at him uneasily. The man in the bed was gaga-temporarily, we'd been assured-and assigning meaning to his utterances, or inviting additional ones, seemed risky.
Boldly, I said, 'Who was Eric, Skeeter? And who is Janet-the one they are trying to kill?'
'And while you're at it,' Timmy added, 'who are 'they'?'
'One's a good chain,' Skeeter said, 'and one's a bad chain. One's a daisy chain, and one's a chain of fools.'
Timmy said, 'Skeeter, I guess you can't help it, but saying that over and over is not useful. I think we're going to have to wait until your mind clears. Listen, old friend, we'll be back tomorrow. So you just hang in there and-'
'Eric was my lover,' Skeeter said, 'for eleven years. Eric Osborne, the famous eco-freak and prize-winning nature writer. When Eric won a Polk, he even knew who Polk was. To me, Polk was a pig in a poke. I said, 'Who's Polk?' and Eric knew. Eric knew puh-lenty. Eric knew me, ho ho-read me like a book, wrote me in a book. And I knew Eric like a mountain knows a polecat. Eric was the second great love of my life. But they killed him, on May the fifteenth, and now I'm going to die alone.'
As he said this, a big, blue-eyed, long-faced woman with freckles and a sun-bleached mess of straw-colored hair strode into the room. From behind her surgical mask, she said, 'Eldon, you are neither alone nor dying, just having a little psychotic episode. But you'll get over it. Hi,' she said, offering Timmy, then me, a latexed hand. 'I'm Janet Osborne, a friend of Eldon's.'
'One's a good chain, and one's a bad chain…'
'I'm Timothy Callahan, an old high-school friend of Eldon's.'
'One's a daisy chain, and one's a chain of fools…'
'Don Strachey-I'm with Timothy. Are you one of the Edensburg Herald Osbornes?'
'I edit the paper. Are you the private investigator? Eldon told me his high-school main squeeze was now the partner of a private detective and he was planning on contacting you.'
'I was Eldon's only squeeze in high school,' Timmy said, 'unless you count Carol Jean Nugent in ninth grade. Right, Skeeter?'
The man in the bed said, 'Guilty. Guilty as charged.'
'Eldon, I never knew you had such an adorable nickname when you were a kid. Was Eric aware that you were once a Skeeter?'
'The wearin' o' the green,' Skeeter said.
'And you work for the legislature, is that right, Timothy?'
'For Assemblyman Lipshutz.'
'Eldon said he'd once read a piece in Cityscape about the two of you-a well-known gay-couple-about- Albany-and when he decided that I might be in need of a private eye, he remembered you two. Though my suspicion is, he mostly wanted to satisfy his curiosity about what had become of his first great love.'
'Timmy popped my cherry real good,' Skeeter said. 'I cannot tell a lie.'
'I didn't even know Skeeter was in the area,' Timmy said. 'We hadn't been in touch at all since high school.'
'Instead of staying with me, he gave himself to the Mother Church,' Skeeter said. 'What he gave me was the Poughkeepsie royal kiss-off.'
'By that, Skeeter means I went off to Georgetown, where I majored in political science.'
Skeeter said, 'Now it's thirty-two years later and he's still the ail-American Irish hunk with milk-white skin and hair as soft as eiderdown, and me, I'm a dead duck.'
'Eldon, you're a long way from dead,' Janet said, 'and the nurse says you're making steady progress.'
'Quack, quack.'
I said, 'Eldon called Timmy before he got sick last week and told him he had a friend in Edensburg whose life was in danger. Apparently he meant you, Janet.'
She gave a quick nod. 'I suppose we should talk about that. We could go somewhere-or it could wait until tomorrow.'
'They killed Eric, and now they're trying to kill Janet,' Skeeter said. 'One's a good chain, and one's a bad chain. One's a daisy chain, and one's a chain of fools.'
'Eric was my brother,' Janet said. 'He was a writer. Eldon and Eric were together for eleven years. Eric died in May. He was murdered. We were all devastated, but no one more than Eldon. To lose someone you love that way-it's just the absolute hellish worst.' Janet Osborne was a youthful and robust-looking woman, but when she spoke of her brother's murder something in her face altered, and it occurred to me that she was not as young as I had first thought.
'Don and I both read Eric's books,' Timmy said. 'He was a wonderful writer. His love of the Adirondacks was so infectious that every time either of us read Eric, we'd plan a camping trip the first chance we got to try to see the wilderness the way he saw it. Once, after we read Eric's article in Harper's about his winter week on Berry Pond, we decided to spend a February weekend there ourselves. Although I have to admit we spent the second night at the Edensburg Travelodge.'
'Couple of nellies,' Skeeter said. 'Timmy, do tell me: Is it still your habit to take three showers a day?'
'No, Skeeter, I make do with two now that I'm middle-aged and am called upon to perspire less often than when I was younger.'
'Living with me has turned Timothy into a big slob,' I said.
'I was sure your skin would be all dried out from washing your natural body oils down the drain three times a day for forty-some years, but your skin's not hideous at all. I don't know why. You're almost totally bald in the back though.'
'Skeeter, I would have expected that as a forest ranger you'd have progressed to concerns less fleeting than those of mere human vanity.'
'Oh, so now you're into enemas. I could have predicted this.'
'What?'
Janet said, 'Eldon, I think we'd better leave you now, and you can get a good night's rest-or a bad night's rest if that's the best anybody can manage around here. I'll come back tomorrow night and see how you're doing, and some of the forest service gang is planning to come by too. The nurse thinks you ought to be okay, especially if they can get you off this prednisone. You're probably clinically insane, which as far as I know is not what the doctor ordered.'
'Call me Olivia.'
Timmy said, 'So long, Olivia.'
'I hated you for leaving me,' Skeeter suddenly spat out. 'I was so mad at you I could have killed you.' He started to breathe fast and hard. This was bad, I was sure, for a man recovering from a lung disease.
Looking stricken, Timmy said, 'Oh.'
Skeeter gasped out, 'I went up in the woods past Peterson's Bluff and screamed my head off. I pulled trees out by the roots. I cursed your name, Timmy. I despised you. I crushed your skull with rocks. When I got to forestry school, I cried half the night before I fell asleep. I lied to the other guys and told them my mother had died.'
'Oh. Oh, Skeeter. God.'
'I loved you and hated your guts for years, Timmy.' Timmy looked away. 'I never really got completely over you until I met Eric,' Skeeter said, glaring at Timmy.
Timmy flushed scarlet and said, 'All those years. Jeez, Skeeter. I'm sorry.'
'Then and only then were you kaput, Callahan.'
'Oh.'
'And then it was Eric and I-in for however long it lasted, what with our HIV. Till ridiculous death do us part.'
'I'm so sorry.'
'I'm the one that got sick first.'
'That was awful.'
'But at least I still had Eric along for the idiotic ride-until they killed him.'
'Who are 'they'?' Timmy said, seizing on this turn in the conversation toward behavior that was even more
