Part 43 (1/2)
Jack retrieved the bag from the floor and produced two coffees. ”Just in case the chai sucked.”
Jack took a quick sip to rinse the chai taste out of his mouth, then settled over the Post Post, flipping the pages in search of a particular name.
”Have you seen any mention of Carl and Elizabeth Foster, or Madame Pomerol?”
”The psychic lady?” Abe shook his head. ”Neither of them made the news today.”
Jack closed his paper. ”Didn't expect anything so soon.” He sipped his coffee, grateful for the familiar flavor. ”Come up with any ideas on making me a citizen?”
”Nothing yet, but I'm thinking.”
He told Abe his idea about a.s.suming a dead man's ident.i.ty.
Abe shrugged. ”As a plan it's got possibilities, but G.o.d forbid a long-lost sister should come looking. What do you do then?”
”I improvise.”
”Not good. If that plan's going to work, you've got to find a dead man with no friends and no living family.”
”Tall order.”
Very tall. So tall it was bringing Jack down.
Abe looked at him. ”How do you feel about getting out?”
Jack shrugged. ”Not sure. Maybe it's time. I've been lucky. I've mined this vein for years without getting myself killed or crippled. Maybe I should take this as a sign to stop stretching my luck and call it quits. I've had a good run, saved a decent amount of money. Maybe it's time to kick back and enjoy the fruits of my labors.”
”Before forty? You'll do what with your time?”
”Don't know yet. I'll think of something. Hey, need a stock boy?”
”Oy!”
”No? Well then how about you, Abe? How do you feel about me getting out?”
Abe sighed. ”With fatherhood looming, it's a good thing. Overdue, even.”
The remark took Jack by surprise. This was the last thing he expected to hear from Abe.
”Why do you say that?”
”Because you're mellowing.”
Jack laughed. ”That chai must be potent stuff. It's affecting your brain. Me? Mellowing? Never.”
”You are. You think maybe I'm blind? I've watched it. A slow process, it's been, but it's happening. Ever since you and Gia got back together. Almost a year now, right?”
”A year ago this month.”
”You see? I'm right. Before last summer you were a lobster-a spiny lobster.”
”And what am I now? A softsh.e.l.l crab?”
”S'teits.h.!.+ Let me finish. Lobsterman Jack kept to his sh.e.l.l. With all his spines sticking out, people kept their distance. n.o.body touched him. Such a hair trigger he had. Now...” Abe gave one of his major shrugs, palms turned up, lips turned down. ”Now, I should dare say, you've opened a few windows in your sh.e.l.l. You take a longer view. That's the result of the love of a good woman.” Let me finish. Lobsterman Jack kept to his sh.e.l.l. With all his spines sticking out, people kept their distance. n.o.body touched him. Such a hair trigger he had. Now...” Abe gave one of his major shrugs, palms turned up, lips turned down. ”Now, I should dare say, you've opened a few windows in your sh.e.l.l. You take a longer view. That's the result of the love of a good woman.”
Jack smiled. ”She's that, all right.”
”Until Gia, you never had anyone you cared about. Like a daredevil you were. Completely reckless. Now, you've got someone you want to get back to, someone you know is waiting for you. That changes everything. Makes you more careful.”
”I've always been careful. It's essential in my business.”
”But you can be too careful,” Abe said. ”And that's why I'm glad you're getting out. Because having a child will make you way too careful.”
”No such thing as too careful.”
”In your field of work, there is. I know you, Jack. Once that child is born, it's going to be the center of your world. You'll feel responsible for its welfare and well-being. Beyond responsible. You'll obsess about it. You'll want to be there for it, want to get home safe every night so it shouldn't have to grow up without a father. That's going to push you past too-careful into cautious. Ultimately it's going to make you hesitant in a field where an instant's hesitation can kill you. I'll miss Repairman Jack, but at least Daddyman Jack will still be alive to come around for breakfast, and maybe bring the little one with him.”
”You're overstating this just a little bit, don't you think?”
Abe shook his head. ”Unless you quit or drastically limit the types of jobs you take on-jobs that will be no fun for you-I don't see you surviving a year after your baby is born.”
Jack went silent, thinking about that. Didn't buy it, didn't believe it, but it shook him to know Abe did.
In the long run, though, what did it matter? He was getting out. He was going to become Citizen Jack.
Talk about a bowel-clenching thought.
This life he'd been leading had had more than its share of hair-raising moments, and flying below the radar twenty-four-seven could be exhausting at times, and there were many days he wearied of looking over his shoulder, but d.a.m.n he loved getting up in the morning without knowing what the day would bring.
Going straight was going to be so strange.
But it would pay the dividend of allowing his child to be able to stand anyplace with anyone and point to him and say, That's my dad.
2.
The ride home hadn't been so bad, and getting in and out of the car had been bearable, but the steps... even with Adrian helping him, negotiating the narrow staircase up to his apartment above the store was agony.
Finally he was able to ease himself into a recliner, close his eyes, and catch his breath.
Good to be out of the hospital and free of all those tubes-although his belly still quivered at the memory of Nurse Horgan removing his catheter this morning. Good to be back in his home which, in sharp contrast to the cluttered store below, was furnished in a spare, minimalist style with bare walls, naked hardwood floors, and light, spindly furniture. The recliner was a blatant anomaly; a home needed at least one comfortable chair.
”Here. Take this.”
Eli looked up and saw Adrian standing before him with a gla.s.s of water and two Percocets in his huge hands.
”You're a good man, Adrian. Thank you. How is your leg?”