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All
of
these
little
insights
into
Irwin
Goldman
's
character
,
though
perhaps
true
,
had
no
redeeming
touch
of
diplomacy
in
them
.
Any
semblance
of
Noel
Coward
departed
;
if
there
was
humor
in
the
rest
of
the
conversation
,
it
was
of
a
much
more
vulgar
sort
.
Goldman
told
him
to
get
out
and
that
if
he
ever
saw
Louis
on
his
doorstep
again
,
he
would
shoot
him
like
a
yellow
dog
.
Louis
told
Goldman
to
take
his
checkbook
and
plug
up
his
ass
with
it
.
Goldman
said
he
had
seen
bums
in
the
gutter
who
had
more
potential
than
Louis
Creed
.
Louis
told
Goldman
he
could
also
shove
his
goddam
BankAmericard
and
his
American
Express
Gold
Card
right
up
there
beside
his
checkbook
.
None
of
this
had
been
a
promising
first
step
toward
good
relations
with
the
future
in-laws
.
In
the
end
Rachel
had
brought
them
around
(
after
each
man
had
had
a
chance
to
repent
of
the
things
he
had
said
,
although
neither
of
them
had
ever
changed
his
mind
in
the
slightest
about
the
other
)
.
There
was
no
more
melodrama
,
certainly
no
dismally
theatrical
from-this-day-forward-I-have-no-daughter
scene
.
Goldman
would
have
probably
suffered
through
Rachel
's
marriage
to
the
Creature
from
the
Black
Lagoon
before
denying
her
.
Nevertheless
the
face
rising
above
the
collar
of
Irwin
Goldman
's
morning
coat
on
the
day
Louis
married
Rachel
had
greatly
resembled
the
faces
sometimes
seen
carved
on
Egyptian
sarcophagi
.
Their
wedding
present
had
been
a
six-place
setting
of
Spode
china
and
a
microwave
oven
.
No
money
.
For
most
of
Louis
's
harum-scarum
med
school
days
,
Rachel
had
worked
as
a
clerk
in
a
women
's
apparel
store
.
And
from
that
day
to
this
day
,
Rachel
only
knew
that
things
had
been
and
continued
to
be
"
tense
"
between
her
husband
and
her
parents
...
particularly
between
Louis
and
her
father
.
Louis
could
have
gone
to
Chicago
with
his
family
,
although
the
university
schedule
would
have
meant
flying
back
three
days
earlier
than
Rachel
and
the
kids
.
That
was
not
a
great
hardship
.
On
the
other
hand
,
four
days
with
Im-Ho-Tep
and
his
wife
the
Sphinx
would
have
been
.
The
children
had
melted
his
in-laws
a
good
deal
,
as
children
often
do
.
Louis
suspected
that
he
himself
could
have
completed
the
rapprochement
simply
by
pretending
he
had
forgotten
that
evening
in
Goldman
's
study
.
It
would
n't
even
matter
that
Goldman
knew
he
was
pretending
.
But
the
fact
was
(
and
he
at
least
had
the
guts
to
be
up
front
about
it
with
himself
)
that
he
did
not
quite
want
to
make
the
rapprochement
.
Ten
years
was
a
long
time
,
but
it
was
not
quite
long
enough
to
take
away
the
slimy
taste
that
had
come
into
his
mouth
when
,
in
Goldman
's
study
over
glasses
of
brandy
,
the
old
man
had
opened
one
side
of
that
idiotic
smoking
jacket
and
removed
the
checkbook
residing
within
.
Yes
,
he
had
felt
relief
that
the
nights
--
five
of
them
in
all
--
that
he
and
Rachel
had
spent
in
his
narrow
,
sagging
apartment
bed
had
not
been
discovered
,
but
that
surprised
disgust
had
been
quite
its
own
thing
,
and
the
years
between
then
and
now
had
not
changed
it
.
He
could
have
come
,
but
he
preferred
to
send
his
father-in-law
his
grandchildren
,
his
daughter
,
and
a
message
.
The
Delta
727
pulled
away
from
the
rampway
,
turned
...
and
he
saw
Ellie
at
one
of
the
front
windows
,
waving
frantically
.
Louis
waved
back
,
smiling
,
and
then
someone
--
Ellie
or
Rachel
--
hiked
Gage
into
the
window
.
Louis
waved
,
and
Gage
waved
back
--
perhaps
seeing
him
,
perhaps
only
imitating
Ellie
.
"
Fly
my
people
safe
,
"
he
muttered
,
then
zipped
his
coat
and
went
out
to
the
parking
lot
.
Here
the
wind
whined
and
zoomed
with
force
enough
to
almost
tear
his
hunter
's
cap
off
his
head
,
and
he
clapped
a
hand
to
it
.
He
fumbled
with
his
keys
to
unlock
the
driver
's
side
door
of
his
car
and
then
turned
as
the
jet
rose
beyond
the
terminal
building
,
its
nose
tilted
upward
into
the
hard
blue
,
its
turbos
thundering
.
