Ice Blues - Stevenson Richard (читать книги бесплатно полностью без регистрации TXT) 📗

I've been thinking about that ever since she called."

"You must miss her a lot. When did you last see your mother?"

"When she left, after Pa died. That's been-oh, I don't know how many years. Eighteen? Why, yes, eighteen years ago this month. Isn't that something? Eighteen years after Pa died, Jack died. They both died in the wintertime. Maybe that's why I always feel so low every January. Ma's always asking me to come and see her, even pay my way, but-well, Ed doesn't really like other people's cooking. He says it tastes funny. Ed really appreciates my cooking, even though I don't really think it's that great. But Mrs. Clert could make his sandwich. Or-maybe I could make some sandwiches and just stick them in the freezer. Can you freeze cold meat sandwiches? I don't see why not. Or would the mayonnaise go bad?"

"It might. But perhaps Ed could lift the top slice of bread and apply his own mayonnaise."

She glanced Ed's way apprehensively but he was caught up in other matters.

I said, "I think you might enjoy getting away from Albany for a while. Is this the house you grew up in?"

"From when I was one and a half. Then, when I married Ed, we moved in with his mom, but then she got hit by the number 6 bus on Pearl Street, and we moved back over here with Ma and Pa. Then soon after that, Pa died and Ma gave us the house and we've been here ever since."

I thought maybe she meant literally, but then remembered that she worked as a salesclerk. "Your mother strikes me as a generous woman who has looked after her children in the best way she's been able to. I got the impression that you and Jack were the only people she cared about back in Albany, though. She seemed otherwise to dislike the city and its people intensely, passionately even."

She looked away. "I know. Ma's life with Pa was hard on her-on account of his ailment. But after he was gone she seemed to not like Albany even more than before. Really, though, it's always seemed like a pretty nice town to me. People around here are friendly, and they're always there to lend a hand when tragedy strikes. But Ma's stubborn that way. She gets something in her head and there it sticks. Oh, well. Ma has her ways. Like Jack did. Like we all do." She shrugged philosophically.

I said, "Did Jack leave a will?"

"I wouldn't think so. Why would he? Jack was like the rest of the Lenihans.

We scrape by, and that's about it. Ma's done well for herself. Went out west without a dime to her name, went to college, and got a good job that pays. I guess Ma's the only one of us that has stick-to-it-ive-ness. She applied herself and she was rewarded for it. And you hit the nail on the head when you said she's not stingy with her money. Ma helps Ed and I out when we need it, and she even helps Dad with his bills. Having a nurse all the time costs an arm and a leg, and Medicare hardly pays to empty the bedpan unless you go to the hospital. Many a time we've invited Dad to sell the house and move over here, but he likes his independence and you can't blame him for that. But we all get by and we help each other out when times get tough, and that's the important thing."

"Did your mother mention to you that I stopped in to see her?"

"Gosh-no, I guess she forgot to say. Just because she's distraught, I'm sure."

"I understand your grandfather wants to speak with me."

"Oh, did the Jewish gentleman tell you that? You know, I've had so many things on my mind that that one just went right out the window."

"Do you know why he wants to see me? I've never met your grandfather before. I only know him by reputation."

"Gee, he didn't really say. But I suppose he heard you were a friend of Jack's and wants to talk about Jack. He was real broken up by Jack's passing. I felt so sorry for the poor old fella. His only male grandson gone."

"I don't know, but I doubt that Jack would have mentioned my name to his grandfather. Who might have?"

She blushed. "Do you mean because you're-that way? Like Jack? Dad's old-fashioned and never had the time of day for-perverts, he called them.

He always thought Jack being like that was just Jack trying to get back at him."

"Back at him for what?"

"Oh, for being a big-shot Democrat. Jack always said the Albany Democrats were just a bunch of crooks, and that got Dad's dandruff up every time. Dad says the party got jobs for people so they could have a roof over their head and they could put food on the table, and the party helped people when they were down and out. But Jack always said the party stole more than it gave away. Jack criticized the Democrats right in front of Dad, and sometimes Jack could get obnoxious-have these tantrums and say really mean things. And then Dad would start in on the perverts and Jack would stomp out and slam the door. But I will say that Jack always came back, and I think in his heart Dad was always glad to see him. Like last fall, until they had another falling out. Blood is thicker than water, as the saying goes."

"When could I visit your grandfather? Is tonight a possibility?"

"Oh no, not this late. Dad Lenihan goes to bed after his programs. He watches the news report and then Wheel of Fortune and Hundred

Thousand Dollar Name That Tune, and he's all tucked in by eight-thirty.

Dad's an early riser, so maybe in the morning would be a good idea."

"What time?"

"Ed drives me out to the store at twenty of nine, but I could call Dad first and see if it was okay for you to drop in. Mrs. Clert could get Dad ready and then Ed could take you over after he got back. Maybe about ten-thirty in the morning would be a good time. Would that suit you?"

"It would. I'll phone you at eight-thirty to confirm the time."

She smiled. "Just don't talk politics if you don't want to get an earful. And don't"-she blushed again-"maybe you shouldn't let on you're one of Jack's gay friends. I mean, if you are."

"Don't worry, I'll come across as an Olympic gold medalist. Though not one of the gymnasts, of course. Is your grandfather in good health?"

"Strong as an ox. I mean an ox that's ninety-six, ha ha. No, seriously, Dad is showing his age lately. His hearing and eyesight are going, and he tires out. He can't walk across the room without sitting down for a minute. That's the emphysema. But when he wants to be, he can be a real hellion. We weren't going to take him to the funeral yesterday, but he wasn't about to put up with that, oh no. Dad never misses a funeral, especially family. So Mr. Fay carried him out to the car and into the funeral parlor, and you'd've thought Dad was a kid again. He always liked being around people. It really perks him up and I was glad to see it, even on such a tragic occasion."

I glanced at Ed, saw that he was absorbed in an electric-shaver commercial, and said, "Who is Mr. Fay?"

"Mack Fay is Howie Fay's boy. Howie Fay lived over by the Hainses when he was alive, and he and Dad were friends from way back. Thick as thieves, those two were. Howie Fay dropped in on Dad every day until he slipped on the ice in front of Evelyn Collins' and broke his backbone. Howie Fay passed away last March, but old lady Fay-she's kind of a sourpuss-she's still over there but she never goes out. Their boy Mack Fay was working out of town for many years, but he's back now and he and Dad seem to have hit it off. Mack visits him and they shoot the breeze just like Dad and Howie Fay did, and if Dad has to go out to the doctor or something, Mr. Fay drives him wherever he has to go. Mack Fay is not the friendliest man you'll ever meet with Ed and I, but I have to say he's been a godsend for Dad.