Sam Healy didn't sound quite right.
Rune wasn't sure what it was. Maybe he was standing next to a five-pound wad of C-4 or a land mine.
'So. What's it going to be? Sunshine and sand? Mountains? I need fresh air and wildlife, skunks and badgers, even worms and snakes. Where're we going?'
The rush-hour traffic sped past the phone booth. It was eight a.m.
'Uh, Rune…'
Oh, boy. Do I knowthat tone.
'Something's sort of come up.'
Sort of, yeah.
'What? You on an assignment?'
Silence.
Healy said, 'I want to be honest with you…'
Oh, shit. She hated that word: Honest. It was like Sitdown, dear. Right up there withThere's something we have to talk about.
'Cheryl called,' Healy said.
Hey, not the end of the world.
Not so far.
'Is Adam okay? Is anything wrong?'
'No. Everything's fine.'
Another pause.
'She wanted to see me. To talk about.. our situation.
He's told her about me? A warm burst of pleasure in her stomach. Rune asked, 'Our…' 'I mean, Cheryl and me,' Healy said. 'Oh.' Thatour.
'I know we made plans but I thought I ought to… I wanted to be up-front with you.'
'Hey, not a problem,' Rune said cheerfully. I'm not going to ask. No way in the world am I going to ask… Where they go, what they do, that's their business. I will not ash. Rune asked, 'Is she going to spend the night?' Oh, shit, no, no, no… 'I'm sorry, it's none of my business.'
'No, she isn't. We're not even going to have lunch or anything.' He laughed. 'We're just going to talk. On neutral ground.'
Discusstheir situation? The bitch dumped him. That's not a situation; that's warfare.
As politely as possible: 'Well, I hope you both get everything resolved.'
Big grin on my face. I'm so proud of myself. 'I'll call you tomorrow,' he said. 'No phone, remember?' 'You call me?' 'Will do.'
'You don't sound pissed…' Don't I? I'lltry harder…
'… but you probably are. The thing is, I like you a lot, Rune. I didn't want to lie to you.'
'Honest, yeah, I appreciate honesty, Sam. That's very important.'
They hung up.
'Fuck honesty,' she said out loud.
He should've lied through his teeth. Told me he was dismantling bombs. That he had to have his gallbladder out. That he had tickets to take Adam to the Mets.
She leaned against the phone stall for a moment, looking at the graffiti sprayed on the clear glass sides of the booth. A motorcycle went past. A voice called, 'Wanna ride?' But the Honda didn't slow down.
Sweat ran, tickling in streams down her face. She wiped it away and walked west toward the river. She stepped in a blob of tar that grabbed her shoe. It came away with thick black strings attached.
Rune sighed and sat down on the curb, wiping off what she could.
Picnic, she was thinking. Beach. Mountains.
He could have told me he had a headache. Or he got a stomach flu.
Talk about their situation…
Dump her, Healy, Rune thought. She's no good for you.
She knew, though, where it would end up.
He'd go back to the wife.
It was so hyperobvious. Back to Cheryl, with her daisy contact paper. Cheryl, with her white silk blouses and big boobs. The Darling-I'm-making-eggplant-casserole-for-the-Andersons Cheryl. Who was probably a perfectly fine person and who only walked out after he refused her tearful and perfectly reasonable request to get out of bomb detail.
She'd be decent, sweet, a good person. A perfect mother.
How I hate her…
Rune had canceled the restaurant interview, thinking she'd be on her way to the beach. She didn't have any money to work on her film. She was stuck in deserted New York over a blistering hot August weekend. And her only boyfriend was going to shack up with his wife that night.
Aw, Sam…
It was then that she glanced up to a storefront window and saw an old sign, faded and warped, that advertised tax return preparation by a CPA.
Rune looked at the sign, smiled, and said, 'Thank you, Lord.'
She stood up and left black footprints of tar all the way back to the phone.
Rune opened the door of her houseboat and let Warren Hathaway, carrying several beach bags, inside. In sports clothes-shorts, a dark green Izod shirt and tennies-he was much less of a nerd than he had been in the suit.
'Hey, Warren, you're looking pretty crucial.'
'Crucial?'
'Jazzed? You know, cool.'
'Well, thanks.' Hathaway laughed.
'You like?' Rune did a pirouette. She wore a miniskirt and red tank top over her bikini.
'You're looking pretty crucial yourself. What are those on your skirt? Electric eels?'
She looked down at the squiggly lines radiating from larger squiggly lines. 'It's from South America. I think they're landing pads for spaceships.'
'Ah. Spaceships, sure.'
Rune slung her leopard-skin bag over her shoulder and locked the. front door.
'I was really glad to hear from you. I was going to call. I mean, Idid -at that place you used to work. But they said you didn't havea phone at home. I'm glad you called. I didn't know if I'd ever hear from you again.'
No way was she going to say that she'd been stood up or-at least until he had a few drinks in him-that she needed some backing for her film and had he thought any more about the investment idea? So she just said, 'I thought it might be fun to get some fresh air. I didn't mean to wheedle a trip to Fire Island. You have a place out there?'
They walked down the wharf to his car. 'I wish. I'm in a summer share. A lot of the people from the firm go in together. When you said you wanted to get out of the city I thought about the Island.
'I've never been there. Why do they call it that, I wonder. Fire Island.'
Hathaway shrugged. 'I'm not sure. I'll look it up and give you a call.'
Rune looked at the frown on his face as he memorized his task. Seemed like he still needed a little work at loosening up, according to mother's instructions.
They loaded their bags into the trunk and got into the car.
'Put your seat belt on,' he said. 'Yessir.'
He started the car and drove out onto the highway, heading south.
Rune didn't even have to bring up the topic. Before they'd gone a half mile Hathaway said, 'I've run a lot of
