might.â
âOh, really? Where?â
âNone of your business.â
Then he knows that she truly has nowhere to go, and knows as well that she knows it. His excitement, his almost evangelical joy at the opportunity that has befallen himâthemâreturns to him, and some of the speech along with it. âWhat if I were to tell you that Iâve recently met with some people. People whose principles we basically agree with, though we might find their tactics a little way out. People who are in trouble, the way youâve been in trouble, although I should say theyâre in trouble to a way, way, way bigger degree. They need a safe haven immediately. What would you say to all that?â
âIâd say that youâll probably help them, and theyâll be far more grateful than I was.â
âNot me. You. Youâll be the hero who helps them.â Sheâs resisting the vision, but heâs expected her to, at the outset. âBecause you have the underground know-how, the wisdom. Yes , Iâm saying you have nothing to lose, itâs the truth, but more Iâm saying you have everything to gain! Jenny, listen to me. These people, who need usâwho need youâarenât just any group of people. Theyâre people who have such a sensational story to tell that if they could just get a safe haven, and write it all down, they would make tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of dollars. For their cause, and for the people who help them. But,â he holds up a cautioning hand, âitâs tricky. Because these people need someone aboveground, whoâs not compromised, to make the arrangements for them. And they need someone belowgroundâlike youâto take care of the everyday things. The grocery shopping. The phone calls. Someone like you, who can serve as the go-betweenâbetween these people, for example, and me.â
âBut I only move around because I have to. Itâs risky for me.â
âNowhere near as risky as it is for people who are in Time magazine every week. Who are on fucking TV every night , Jenny, whose story is wanted by everyone ââ
Now sheâs staring at him, very pale. âMy God,â she says. âYouâre not talking about who I think you are, are you?â
âWhat if I was?â he replies, and his long effort to contain himself finally fails. He grins giddily at her.
âThis is just what I was always afraid of,â she gasps. âYou think youâre so suave, and youâre really so reckless! You think youâre discreet but you talk âdonât tell me you came from those people to me. You met with those people, and then you came and found me!â She looks around wildly. âIâm going.â
âDonât do that,â he says.
But sheâs not even staying to argue. Before he can take in whatâs happening sheâs back on her feet and then actually running from him, her form receding across the deep field and slipping into the trees. Heâs abruptly, completely alone. One half-circle around him the trees Jennyâs disappeared into, the other the far-off horizon. Himself at the center, as if heâs awoken on top of this mountain and everything else was a dream. He hears a shipâs horn, perhaps down on the river, perhaps a hundred miles away on the sea. Under these weird acoustical conditions it seems he might hear her heart if he tried. He hasnât heard her car engine. He shoots up and goes sprinting across the field himselfâyou can take the quarterback out of the game but you canât take the game out of the quarterbackâand bursts through the trees into the parking lot, but itâs empty, apart from his car.
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