Free Out on the Cutting Edge by Lawrence Block Page B

there at the same time. I don't know that we ever exchanged a word, but I remember seeing him there, and knowing who he was.
    My friend Skip Devoe had said of Ballou that, if he had ten brothers and they all stood around in a circle, you'd think you were atStonehenge . Ballou had that megalithic quality, and he had too an air of wild menace just held in check. There was a man named Aronow, a manufacturer of women's dresses, who one night spilled a drink on Ballou. Aronow's apology was immediate and profuse, and Ballou mopped himself up and told Aronow to forget it, and Aronow left town and didn't come back for a month. He didn't even go home and pack, he took a cab straight to the airport and was on a flight within the hour. He was, we all agreed, a cautious man, but not overly cautious.
    Lying there, waiting for sleep to come, I wondered what was on Eddie's mind and what it might have to do with the Butcher Boy. I didn't stay up late worrying about it, though. I figured I'd find out soon enough.
    The good weather held all weekend. Saturday I went to a ball game. The Mets and the Yankees had both had a shot at it. The Mets were still leading their division, in spite of the fact that nobody was hitting.
    The Yankees had slipped to six or seven out and it didn't look as though they were going to turn it around. That weekend the Mets were inHouston for three games with the Astros. The Yankees were coming to the end of a home stand, hosting the Mariners, and I got to see Mattingly win it with a double down the line in the eleventh.
    Coming home, I stayed on past my stop and rode down to the Village. I had dinner at an Italian place onThompson Street , caught a meeting, made an early night of it.
    Sunday I went over to Jim Faber's apartment and watched the Mets on the cable sports channel.
    Gooden held the Astros to three scratch hits through eight innings, but the Mets couldn't get any runs across for him, and Johnson pulled him in the top of the ninth for a pinch hitter, Mazzilli, who promptly flied out to deep short. "I think that was a mistake," Jim said softly, and in the bottom of the ninth theHouston second baseman walked, stole second, and scored on a sharp single through the middle.
    We ate at a Chinese restaurant Jim had been wanting to try, then went to a meeting atRooseveltHospital
    . The speaker was a shy woman with an expressionless face and a voice that didn't carry past the first two rows. We were in the back and it was impossible to hear a word. I gave up trying and let my mind wander.
    I started thinking about the game and wound up thinking about Jan Keane and how she'd enjoyed going to ball games even though she had only a vague notion of what they were doing out there on the field. She told me once that she liked the perfect geometry of the game.
    I took her to the fights once but she hadn't cared for that. She said she found it all exhausting to watch.
    But she loved hockey. She had never seen a match until we went together, and she wound up liking it far more than I do.
    I was glad when the meeting ended, and I went straight home afterward. I didn't feel like being around people.
    Monday morning I earned a couple of dollars. A woman who'd sobered up atSt. Paul 's had moved in a few months ago with a fellow inRegoPark . He'd been sober at the time, but he'd slipped around for years, drifting in and out of the program, and he picked up a drink again shortly after they set up housekeeping. It took six or eight weeks and one good beating for her to realize that she'd made a mistake and that she didn't have to go on taking it, and she'd moved back to the city.
    But she'd left some things at the apartment and she was afraid to go back there by herself. She asked what I would charge to ride shotgun.
    I told her she didn't have to pay me. "No, I think I should," she said. "This isn't just an AA favor. He's a violent son of a bitch when he drinks, and I don't want to go out there without someone who's professionally