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strange,’ she said. ‘You’re not from the Grove, are you?’

      ‘No. Chicago.’

      ‘That’s a ways to come.’

      ‘I was born here, though.’

      ‘You were?’

      ‘My name’s Howard Katz. Howie.’

      ‘I’m Jo-Beth …’

      ‘What time do you finish here?’

      ‘Around eleven. It’s good you came in tonight. I’m only here Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. If you’d come in tomorrow you would have missed me.’

      ‘We’d have found each other,’ he said, and the certainty in his statement made her want to cry.

      ‘I have to go back to work,’ she told him.

      ‘I’ll wait,’ he replied.

      At eleven-ten they stepped out of Butrick’s together. The night was warm. Not a pleasant, breezy warmth, but humid.

      ‘Why did you come to the Grove?’ she asked him as they walked to her car.

      ‘To meet you.’

      She laughed.

      ‘Why not?’ he said.

      ‘All right. So why did you leave in the first place?’

      ‘My mother moved us to Chicago when I was only a few weeks old. She never really spoke much about the ol’ home town. When she did it was like she was talking about hell. I suppose I wanted to see for myself. Maybe understand her and me a bit better.’

      ‘Is she still in Chicago?’

      ‘She’s dead. Died two years ago.’

      ‘That’s sad. What about your father?’

      ‘I don’t have one. Well … I mean … is … is –’ He started to stumble, fought it, and won. ‘I never knew him,’ he said.

      ‘This gets weirder.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘It’s the same for me. I don’t know who my father is either.’

      ‘Doesn’t matter much, does it?’

      ‘It used to. Less now. I’ve got a twin, see? Tommy-Ray. He’s always been there for me. You must meet Tommy. You’ll love him. Everybody does.’

      ‘And you. I bet every … every … everybody loves you too.’

      ‘Meaning?’

      ‘You’re beautiful. I’m going to be competing with half the guys in Ventura County, right?’

      ‘Nope.’

      ‘Don’t believe you.’

      ‘Oh they look. But they don’t touch.’

      ‘Me included?’

      She stopped walking. ‘I don’t know you, Howie. At least, I do and I don’t. Like when I saw you in the Steak House, I recognized you from somewhere. Except that I’ve never been to Chicago and you’ve not been in the Grove since –’ She suddenly frowned. ‘How old are you?’ she said.

      ‘Eighteen last April.’

      Her frown deepened.

      ‘What?’ he said.

      ‘Me too.’

      ‘Huh?’

      ‘Eighteen last April. The fourteenth.’

      ‘I’m on the second.’

      ‘This is getting very strange, don’t you think? Me thinking I knew you. You thinking the same.’

      ‘It makes you uneasy.’

      ‘Am I that obvious?’

      ‘Yes. I never saw … saw … I never saw a face so … transparent. Makes me want to kiss it.’

       In the rock, the spirits writhed. Every word of seduction they’d heard had been a twisting of the blade. But they were powerless to prevent the exchange. All they could do was sit in their children’s heads and listen.

      ‘Kiss me,’ she said.

       They shuddered.

      Howie put his hand on her face.

      – They shuddered ’til the ground around them shook. –

      She took a half step towards him and put her smiling lips on his.

      – ’Til cracks opened up in the concrete that eighteen years before had sealed them up. Enough! they screamed in their children’s ears, enough! Enough!

      ‘Did you feel something?’ he said.

      She laughed. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I think the earth moved.’

       III

      i

      The girls went down to the water twice.

      The second time was the morning after the night on which Howard Ralph Katz met Jo-Beth McGuire. A bright morning, the muggy air of the evening before blown away on a wind that promised cool gusts to mellow the heat of the afternoon.

      Buddy Vance had slept alone again, up in that bed he’d had built for three. Three in a bed – he’d said (and unfortunately been quoted saying) – was hog-heaven. Two was marriage; and hell. He’d had enough of that to be certain it didn’t suit him but it would have made a morning as fine as this finer still to have known there was a woman waiting at the end of it, even if she was a wife. His affair with Ellen had proved too perverse to last; he would have to dismiss her from his employ very soon. Meanwhile his empty bed made this new early morning regime a little easier. With nothing to seduce him back to the mattress it wasn’t so difficult to put on his jogging gear and take the road down the Hill.

      Buddy was fifty-four. Jogging made him feel twice that. But too many of his contemporaries had died on him of late, his sometime agent Stanley Goldhammer being the most recent departure, and they’d all died of the same excesses that he was still thoroughly addicted to. The cigars, the booze, the dope. Of all his vices women were the healthiest, but even they were a pleasure to be taken in moderation these days. He couldn’t make love through the night the way he’d been able to in his thirties. On a few traumatic occasions recently he hadn’t been able to perform at all. It had been that failure which had sent him to his doctor, demanding a panacea, whatever the price.

      ‘There isn’t one,’ Tharp had said. He’d been treating Buddy since the TV years, when The Buddy Vance Show had topped the ratings every week, and a joke he told at eight at night would be on the lips of every American the following morning. Tharp knew the man once billed as the funniest man in the world inside out.

      ‘You’re doing your body harm, Buddy, every damn day. And you say you don’t want to die. You still want to be playing Vegas at a hundred.’

      ‘Right.’

      ‘On present progress, I give you another ten years. That’s if you’re lucky. You’re overweight, you’re over-stressed. I’ve seen healthier corpses.’

      ‘I do the gags, Lou.’

      ‘Yeah, and I fill in the death certificates. So start taking care of yourself, for Christ’s sake, or you’re going to go the way Stanley went.’

      ‘You think I don’t think about that?’

      ‘I

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