She shook her head. “An alcoholic, maybe. ” She laughed and then, just as quickly, adopted a look of horror. “Oh my God, Glen, I’m so sorry I said that!”
“It’s okay.”
“I just didn’t think.” She reached out and touched my arm.
“That’s your whole problem,” Doug said.
“Fuck you,” she said to him, her tone no different than as if she’d blessed him after a sneeze. Her hand still on my arm, she asked, “How you holding up, anyway? How’s poor Kelly?”
“We’re managing.”
She gave my arm a squeeze. “If we had a dollar for every time I put my foot in my mouth, we’d be living at the Hilton. Give that little girl of yours a hug from me. I gotta go.”
“Glenny and me are gonna chill out a bit,” Doug said, even though I thought I’d made it clear I didn’t have a lot of time. I was relieved Betsy was leaving. I didn’t want to say the things I had to say to Doug in front of his wife.
I didn’t expect Betsy to give her husband a kiss goodbye, and I was right. She just turned on her killer heels and left. When the front door closed, Doug grinned nervously and said, “Storm front’s moving out.”
“Everything okay?”
“Oh yeah, sure! Everything’s peachy.”
“Betsy’s looking good,” I said.
“Oh, she’s not one to let herself go, you can take that to the bank.” He didn’t say it proudly. “If there was anything in the bank.” Now it was his turn to force a laugh. “I swear, sometimes, the way that woman shops, you’d think she had a printing press in the basement. She must have a secret stash someplace.”
His eyes landed on the stack of unopened bills by the phone. He stood in front of them, opened a drawer and swept them into it. There were more envelopes already in there.
“Need to keep the place tidy,” he said.
“Let’s go sit outside,” I said.
We took our beers out onto the deck. Beyond the trees, I could hear traffic rushing by on 95. Doug brought a pack of smokes with him, tapped one out, and stuck it between his lips. He was a heavy smoker when he joined the company, but quit a few years later. He’d picked up the habit again in the last six months. He lit up, drew in smoke, blew it out through his nostrils. “Gorgeous day,” he said.
“Beautiful.”
“Cool, but they’re still out there golfing.”
“Sally dropped by today,” I said.
He shot me a look. “Yeah?”
“With Theo.”
“Jesus, Theo. You think she’s really going to marry him? It’s not that I don’t like the guy, but I think she could do better, you know what I mean?”
“Theo wanted to know why I haven’t been using him.”
“Whadja tell him?”
“The truth. That his work isn’t up to par, and that electrical panel he wired in’s probably why the Wilson house burned down.”
“Ouch.” A drink of beer, another puff. “So, that was it?”
“Sally ratted you out, Doug.”
“Huh?”
“She’s sorry she had to do it, but you didn’t leave her any choice.”
“I’m not sure I get where you’re going, Glenny.”
“Don’t play dumb. We’ve known each other too long.”
His eyes met mine, then he looked down. “I’m sorry.”
“If you need an advance, you ask me. ”
“I did, and you said no. This last time.”
“Then that should have been it. If I can do it, I will. If I can’t, I won’t. And we’re going through some tough times now. The jobs are drying up, and if the Wilson place isn’t covered by insurance we’re really gonna be behind the eight ball. So don’t ever, ever, do an end run around me and ask Sally to do it for you.”
“I was in kind of a bind,” he said.
“I don’t like to tell people what to do, Doug. I figure how other people live their lives is none of my business. But in your case I’m going to make an exception. I see what’s going on. The requests for pay advances. The unopened bills. Betsy off to the mall when you’re up to your eyeballs in debt.”
He wouldn’t look at me. Suddenly his shoes were of tremendous interest.
“You need to get a handle on things, and you need to do it now. You’ll probably have to lose the house, get rid of a car, sell off some things. You may have to start over. But you’re going to have to do it. The one thing you can count on is your job with me. Just so long as you don’t pull any fast ones.”
He put down his beer, tossed the cigarette, and put his hands over his eyes. He didn’t want me to see him crying.
“I’m so fucked,” he said. “I am so totally, totally fucked. They sold us this bill of goods, you know.”
“They?”
“Everyone. Said we could have it all. The house, the cars, the Blu-ray players, big flat-screen TVs, anything we wanted. Even while we were sinking, we’d get more credit cards in the mail. Betsy, she grabs them like they’re lifesavers, but they’re just more anchors dragging us down to the bottom.”
He sniffed, rubbed his eyes, finally looked at me. “She won’t listen. I keep telling her we have to change things, and she says not to worry, we’ll be okay. She doesn’t get it.”
“Neither do you,” I said. “Because you’re letting it go on.”
“You know what we’re doing? We’ve got, like, twenty credit cards now. We use one to pay off the balance on another. I can’t even keep track of it anymore. I can’t bring myself to open the bills. I don’t want to know.”
“There are people,” I said. “People who can help you get through these things.”
“Sometimes I think it’d be easier to just blow my brains out.”
“Doug, don’t think that way. But you need to get hold of the problem. It’s going to take you a long time to dig yourself out of this hole, but if you start now, you’ll be coming out sooner. You can’t count on me for money every time you’re short, but you can talk to me. I’ll help you where I can.” I stood up. “Thanks for the beer.”
He couldn’t stand. He was back to looking at the ground.
“Yeah, thanks,” he said, but his tone lacked sincerity. “I guess with some people, gratitude only lasts so long.”
I weighed whether to respond or walk out. After a few seconds, I said, “I know I owe my life to you, Doug. I might never have found my way out of that smoke-filled basement. But you can’t play that card every time. That’s separate from this.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, looking out over his yard. “And I guess, I guess you wouldn’t want me making any calls.”
That stopped me. “Calls about what?”
“I’ve known you a long time, Glenny. Long enough to know that not every job’s on the books. Long enough to know you’ve got a secret or two yourself.”
I stared at him.
“Tell me you don’t have something tucked away for a rainy day.” His voice was gaining confidence.
“Don’t do this, Doug. It’s beneath you.”
“One anonymous phone call and you’d have the IRS so far up your ass they could count your cavities. But no-you can’t help out a guy when he’s having a few problems. Think about that, why don’t ya, Glenny.”
SEVENTEEN
Darren Slocum, standing out back of his house with cell phone in hand, made another call.
