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On their respective housing applications, John and Archer had reported an interest in music, French, and late but quiet hours, presenting themselves as more placid and artsy than they would prove to be, and in fact Johnâs interest in music didnât run much deeper than Archerâs commitment to French. Funny how theyâd been matched so impeccably through misrepresentation, though the Freshman Deanâs Office would have had other interests, class mingling maybechief among them. John, though never a dynamo, grew less retiring than heâd been at home, partly owing to the boost of Archerâs quick acceptance, the unbelievable fact that someone like Archer enjoyed his company. Their suiteâs third resident, an intimidatingly focused mathematician, may even have seen Archer and John as out-and-out partiers, though that was wide of the truth.
Back at his apartment, John took off his tie by undoing the knot rather than brutally pulling and stretching the thing, inserted cedar shoe trees into his bench-made wingtips, and brushed his suit while a kitchen timer rattled for three minutes. Based on past experience, Archer would eventually call to make good on the proposed jog, but it would take a while. Better, sometimes, to remind him. He wrote CALL A on his wall calendar, then inserted an arrow to move the call date ahead a few days, lest an exact two weeks seem too planned.
May 2011
âThat you, Ania?â
Sara took the stone path from the driveway to the patio, rounding her shoulders apologetically as she entered Georgeâs field of vision. âNo, Grandpa, itâs Sara.â
âOf course it is,â he said, perhaps guessing her visit was forgotten rather than unexpected.
âSorry to just turn up on your doorstep like a foundling,â she said. Her father, Chick, had insisted on the surprise element. âI had some business in Chicago; then my phone died.â
âThese phones!â
She sat down on the chaise longue. The Japanese garden had fallen into somewhat embarrassed circumstances, but the patio was in good shape, the nearby hedges trimmed, the grass mowed. âBeautiful day,â she said loudly.
âI can hear you.â
Only planning to stay for a few days, she needed to gather as much info on Georgeâs lucidity as she could without getting full-on interrogational. âIsnât Ania dead, Grandpa?â
âYes, thatâs right.â A brief hush. âI suppose Iâve taken to calling her daughter by that name.â
âWould it help to write downââ
âShe doesnât correct me but sometimes flinches.â He took a sip of what looked to be bourbon. He was wearing an open cardigan over a gas-blotted guayabera, formerly his yard-work shirt. âFix you anything?â
âNo, thank you, Iâm fine.â
âMarion loved Dr. Pepper. Sheâd add rum and think we didnât notice.â
âThat sounds like her,â Sara said, not sure if it did. âFeeling all right since your fall?â
âFine, fine.â
Squirrels shook an oak branch.
âThese chairs look good,â she said. She patted the meshed vinyl between her legs.
âJohn refurbished them.â
âAh.â
âIt took several years.â
âWhere is he, anyway?â
âI donât know.â
âAt his other job?â
âYes.â
âAnd what do you make ofââ
âWell.â George put his hands on his knees and stood up. âNap time.â Gesturing toward the trees, he added, âThough with these damn birds you canât get a lick of sleep.â He made his hand into a beak.
âI might catch a few winks myself. Think Iâm coming down with something.â
âMi casa . . .â
This was the second time in five years that Sara had been asked to run reconnaissance on her
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn