lobby of the Hobbes Institute. He saw it once, at a reception, not long before the Venezuela trip, a fountain with Neptune, cherubs and coins winking on the bottom. All the women wore black, except for Delia, in red. Delia was a great one for circulating at parties, but on this night she didnât leave Royâs side, her hand on his arm almost the whole time.
âThis is my husband, Roy. Roy, Iâd like you to meet Paul Habib.â
âHi.â
âHi, Roy,â said Habib. âHeard so much about you.â
âLikewise. Looking forward to Venezuela?â
âVenezuela?â
âMy mistake,â Roy said. âI thought you were part of this pineapple caper.â
Paul Habib smacked himself on the head. He was a big guy with closely trimmed hair and a full beard, a consultant to the Hobbes Institute, on loan from somewhere Roy couldnât remember at the moment, or maybe hadnât been told in the first place. âThe pineapple caper, of course, of course,â he said. âA little jet-lagged right now, but, yes, Iâm on the trip. Looking forward to it, in fact. Deliaâs work on this has been brilliant.â
âThink theyâll buy it?â Roy said.
âWho?â
âThe Venezuelans,â Roy said. âGrowing pineapples.â
âRight, the Venezuelans,â Habib said. âThe numbers work, no doubt about that, thanks to your wife. So itâs a matter of getting them comfortable with the idea. Never easy, though, is it, Delia?â
Deliaâs hand tightened a little on Royâs arm. âWhat isnât?â she said.
âRewiring peopleâs heads,â Habib said.
âI wouldnât know,â Delia said. âIsnât that your job?â She turned to Roy. âIâd love a glass of champagne.â
âAnd one for you, Paul?â Roy said.
âThanks,â Habib said.
But when Roy returned with the drinks, Habib was gone.
âSome problem between you and Paul?â he said.
âNo,â Delia said. âHe gets on my nerves sometimes, thatâs all.â
âIn what way?â
âThe usual workplace way,â Delia said. âItâs nothing. Letâs have fun tonight.â
âIâm your man,â Roy said. âHereâs to Venezuela.â
âNo,â said Delia. âTo us.â
They drank to themselves, Delia downing her glass in one gulp. âGot a penny?â she said.
Roy fished one from his pocket, handed it to her. Delia made a wish, her lips moving silentlyâhe saw how sheâd looked as a little girlâand tossed it in the fountain. The penny spun in coppery slow motion to the bottom.
âLetâs go home,â she said.
âNow?â
They went home. In bed, she said, âYou can do anything you want to me tonight.â
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âTimeâs up.â
Roy found he was staring at the water flowing over those honey-colored rocks in Dr. Chuâs fountain. He turned his head, saw Netty standing beside him. It was almost like waking up.
âThat wasnât so bad, now, was it?â she said.
âNo,â Roy said. He glanced up at the IV bag, now empty except for a few last drops clinging to the plastic. Roy resisted the impulse to ask her to squeeze them into the tube, to coax every last microscopic warrior into his body. âIt was good.â
She nodded as though sheâd heard that before. âWeâll need you back at the same time tomorrow,â she said. âHereâs an after-hours number to call, just in case.â
âJust in case what?â Roy said.
âYou have some sort of bad reaction,â she said. âBut you wonâtâitâs never happened.â
âNot with this cocktail, you mean?â
âNo, not with this cocktail.â
Roy took the card she handed him, saw her name was really Annette. âNetty,â he said. âIâve got a