he and they were on intimate terms. When the name didnât register with Johnny, he said, âHardyâs Tess, Tess of the DâUrbervilles. The whole tragedy could have been averted if the note to her boyfriend that sheâd shoved under the door hadnât gone under the rug. He never saw it. Are you sure she didnât leave you a message? Did you check under the rug?â
âNo.â Johnny smiled. âThere arenât any rugs near the doors.â
âI meant that metaphorically. Could she have left a message anywhere you might not have come across it? Could she have told someone to make sure they told you? That sort of thing.â
Johnny nodded. âBut if she had, theyâd have told me.â
âOkay, letâs take it from another angle. Forget about the note.â When Johnny opened his mouth to objectâChris would never have done such a thing, left without letting him knowâCharlie held up his hand. âIâm just thinking out loud, running down possibilities. Say someone out of the past comes to the door, convinces her that she has to go with him immediately. Now, I canât think of anything in her past that might warrant such an extreme action, but youââ
Johnny shook his head.
âDonât be so quick to dismiss it. Chrissieâs had a tough life, tougher than she probably ever told you about.â Charlie had shifted his position; he sat sideways facing the bar, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle.
Johnny watched him. âIf you want a drink, Charlie, go ahead; donât mind me.â
Charlie smiled. âThanks, but Iâm testing my will.â
âChris says itâs nothing to do with willpower. Thatâs a mistake most people make aboutââ He shrugged.
Charlie was looking at the bar, shaking his head in a wondering way. âThatâs Chrissie.â
And in a way it did sum her up; that really was Chrissie, who never rushed to judgment, never condemned out of hand, had an open mind and a great sense of fair play.
But she wasnât soft, hadnât that sticky sweet manner that one might expect to find in such a person. Chris could be sardonic and ironic, so that some people thought her too edgy. What a mistaken impression! What she had in abundance was patience. Like the way she treated Charlie. No, you could tell Chris anything and not be misunderstood or judged or told not to feel that way.
âWhat do you mean Chris had a tough life? Tough, how?â
âShe had to put up with a lot. After her mother died, it pretty much fell to Chris to take charge, she being the oldest. I guess, though, thereâs some good that comes of that kind of responsibility. Once you undertake it, you donât forget it.â Charlie stared glumly into his glass.
There was a silence as Johnny thought Charlie must have been mourning the loss of a pint. After all, he depended on it, as alcoholics say, âlike a friend, a best friend.â It was perfectly possible Charlie missed beer and whisky as much as Johnny missed Chris. He said, âShe hadnât been gone long; I mean, sheâd only just taken things out of the oven.â
Johnnyâs tone was so dejected that Charlie reached across the table and put a hand on the boyâs arm. âThis sounds like hollow comfort, but I bet when we know what happened, after she comes back, weâll be amazed we didnât see it.â
âItâs like she justâvanished. As if thereâd been some sleight of hand, a huge trick played,â Johnny said.
Charlie smiled. âSleight of handâs our stock-in-trade. Given whatâs going on, youâd better have this.â He pulled the fake gun from his pocket and put it down on the table.
âI thought you said a friend needed it for his act.â
âIâve got another.â Charlie flashed a smile. âForget Chekhov.â
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