theyâs Mafia or somethinâ.â
âJust wait there, sir, andââ
âShoot no. Like to scairt me tâdeath. Iâm gittinâ my tail outta here.â
But not too far out. I caught a cab headed west and then had the driver wait just down the street until the cops came along. By that time, one of the men from the Ford had gone to see about the Cavalier being towed and whether I was still in the library. He came back and the Ford was just nosing out from the curb when the squad car cut it off.
Thatâs when I left the scene. Because it wouldnât take the men in the Ford forty-five seconds to prove thereâd been a mistake, and the cops would start looking around for the guy that called in the false alarm. Theyâd find out what phone the call was made from, and somebody might guess who made it, too.
I just hoped they werenât able to prove it with a voiceprint or something. Technology threatens to take all the fun out of life.
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L AMMY POKED A SPOON at a bowl of orange Jell-O, he was struggling to hold still with his bandaged left hand. Increasingly gaudy shades of yellow and purple were developing around his eyes. He was up in a chair by his hospital bed, and may have been more alert than the night before, but with Lammy it was hard to tell.
âTheyâre discharging you tomorrow, and Iâll pick you up,â I said. âDonât leave with anyone else, unless I call and say Iâm sending someone. Donât even talk to anyone on the phone unless youâre sure you recognize their voice.â
âMy sister called,â he said, still not looking at me. âShe read about me in the paper. I told her not to tell my ma. She wonât.â
âShe say sheâs coming to see you?â
âUh-uh. She just said sheâs mad Iâm causing all this trouble.â
âJesus. I thought my family was bad.â
âHuh?â
âI mean, youââ But why try to explain? Most of us get only one family. So what else do we know? âAnyway, did you hear what I said about picking you up?â
âYeah. Sorry Iâm so much trouble.â
âI told you last night to stop saying youâre sorry.â
âOkay, Iâm sorâ Oops.â He lowered his head, but not quite quickly enough.
I stared at him. âHey! Lammy!â
âWhat?â
âYou started to grin, didnât you?â He shook his head, but I knew better. âOh yes you did, you sonovââ I stopped because heâd have thought I was angry.
But I wasnât. The poor lonely guy had caught himself saying something funny, and heâd actually let his guard down far enough so that he smiledâor started to, anywayâright out in front of someone, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
Maybe I was smiling, too, as I rode back to Evanston on the el. That could explain why nobody bothered me. Maybe I was smiling and the muggers and panhandlers all thought I was crazy.
It had stopped snowing, and I walked home from the el station by what I call the âback way,â down some alleys and through some yards, going in by my rear door so someone watching the gated entrance to the Ladyâs drive wouldnât see me arrive home. Inside, on the floor at the bottom of my back steps, was a fat envelope with a note in the Ladyâs handwriting saying someone left the envelope with her and sheâd used her key to put it inside.
In the envelope were the police reports I hadnât read yet and had forgotten I left in the Cavalier, along with a note from Caesar Scallopino telling me heâd have to do some actual work on the car because someone might contact him to see why heâd towed it. God knows, there were plenty of dents and rust spots he could deal with. Climbing the stairs, I realized my rib cage was aching again, so I made some more of Dr. Satoâs tea and took some