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I
was
just
—
No
,
no
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
,
leaving
his
fingers
bridged
over
his
eyes
.
He
cleared
his
throat
.
"
Yeah
.
What
happened
was
,
apparently
Leona
got
stinking
and
then
had
a
goddam
crying
jag
,
and
Bob
wanted
Joanie
to
go
out
and
grab
a
drink
with
them
somewhere
and
iron
the
thing
out
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
You
know
.
Very
involved
.
Anyway
,
so
she
’
s
home
.
What
a
rat
race
.
Honest
to
God
,
I
think
it
’
s
this
goddam
New
York
.
What
I
think
maybe
we
’
ll
do
,
if
everything
goes
along
all
right
,
we
’
ll
get
ourselves
a
little
place
in
Connecticut
maybe
.
Not
too
far
out
,
necessarily
,
but
far
enough
that
we
can
lead
a
normal
goddam
life
.
I
mean
she
’
s
crazy
about
plants
and
all
that
stuff
.
She
’
d
probably
go
mad
if
she
had
her
own
goddam
garden
and
stuff
.
Know
what
I
mean
?
I
mean
—
except
you
—
who
do
we
know
in
New
York
except
a
bunch
of
neurotics
?
It
’
s
bound
to
undermine
even
a
normal
person
sooner
or
later
.
Know
what
I
mean
?
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
didn
’
t
give
an
answer
.
His
eyes
,
behind
the
bridge
of
his
hand
,
were
closed
.
"
Anyway
,
I
’
m
gonna
talk
to
her
about
it
tonight
.
Or
tomorrow
,
maybe
.
She
’
s
still
a
little
under
the
weather
.
I
mean
she
’
s
a
helluva
good
kid
basically
,
and
if
we
have
a
chance
to
straighten
ourselves
out
a
little
bit
,
we
’
d
be
goddam
stupid
not
to
at
least
have
a
go
at
it
.
While
I
’
m
at
it
,
I
’
m
also
gonna
try
to
straighten
out
this
lousy
bedbug
mess
,
too
.
I
’
ve
been
thinking
.
I
was
just
wondering
,
Lee
You
think
if
I
went
in
and
talked
to
Junior
personally
,
I
could
—
"
"
Arthur
,
if
you
don
’
t
mind
,
I
’
d
appreciate
—
"
"
I
mean
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
think
I
just
called
you
back
or
anything
because
I
’
m
worried
about
my
goddam
job
or
anything
.
I
’
m
not
.
I
mean
basically
,
for
Chrissake
,
I
couldn
’
t
care
less
.
I
just
thought
if
I
could
straighten
Junior
out
without
beating
my
brains
out
,
I
’
d
be
a
goddam
fool
—
"
"
Listen
,
Arthur
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
interrupted
,
taking
his
hand
away
from
his
face
,
"
I
have
a
helluva
headache
all
of
a
sudden
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
I
got
the
bloody
thing
from
.
You
mind
if
we
cut
this
short
?
I
’
ll
talk
to
you
in
the
morning
—
all
right
?
"
He
listened
for
another
moment
,
then
hung
up
.
Again
the
girl
immediately
spoke
to
him
,
but
he
didn
’
t
answer
her
.
He
picked
a
burning
cigarette
—
the
girl
’
s
—
out
of
the
ashtray
and
started
to
bring
it
to
his
mouth
,
but
it
slipped
out
of
his
fingers
.
The
girl
tried
to
help
him
retrieve
it
before
anything
was
burned
,
but
he
told
her
to
just
sit
still
,
for
Chrissake
,
and
she
pulled
back
her
hand
.
If
it
made
any
real
sense
—
and
it
doesn
’
t
even
begin
to
—
I
think
I
might
be
inclined
to
dedicate
this
account
,
for
whatever
it
’
s
worth
,
especially
if
it
’
s
the
least
bit
ribald
in
parts
,
to
the
memory
of
my
late
,
ribald
stepfather
,
Robert
Agadganian
,
Jr
.
Bobby
—
as
everyone
,
even
I
,
called
him
—
died
in
1947
,
surely
with
a
few
regrets
,
but
without
a
single
gripe
,
of
thrombosis
.
He
was
an
adventurous
,
extremely
magnetic
,
and
generous
man
.
(
After
having
spent
so
many
years
laboriously
begrudging
him
those
picaresque
adjectives
,
I
feel
it
’
s
a
matter
of
life
and
death
to
get
them
in
here
.
)
My
mother
and
father
were
divorced
during
the
winter
of
1928
,
when
I
was
eight
,
and
mother
married
Bobby
Agadganian
late
that
spring
.
A
year
later
,
in
the
Wall
Street
Crash
,
Bobby
lost
everything
he
and
mother
had
,
with
the
exception
,
apparently
,
of
a
magic
wand
.
In
any
case
,
practically
overnight
,
Bobby
turned
himself
from
a
dead
stockbroker
and
incapacitated
bon
vivant
into
a
live
,
if
somewhat
unqualified
,
agent
-
appraiser
for
a
society
of
independent
American
art
galleries
and
fine
arts
museums
.
A
few
weeks
later
,
early
in
1930
,
our
rather
mixed
threesome
moved
from
New
York
to
Paris
,
the
better
for
Bobby
to
ply
his
new
trade
.
Being
a
cool
,
not
to
say
an
ice
-
cold
,
ten
at
the
time
,
I
took
the
big
move
,
so
far
as
I
know
,
untraumatically
.
It
was
the
move
back
to
New
York
,
nine
years
later
,
three
months
after
my
mother
died
,
that
threw
me
,
and
threw
me
terribly
.
