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“Mama wouldn’t have found that remarkable,” Leonie said. “She would have regarded a lot of what happened as evil, but all of it as natural, as human nature; and she would have regarded the outcome as the most natural thing of all – perfect justice. In fact, she said something like that just before she died.”
“What did she say?”
“She looked at us – we were all in her room – and smiled, and said, ”I can go, now, it’s all been put right.“ ”
“Not quite,” Howell said, “but it will be put right before the day’s out. I’ve already talked with Enda McCauliffe about setting something up for the baby.”
“I’ve told you… ”
“By the way, was Denham White once in love with you?”
She nodded. “His family wouldn’t let us marry. I don’t blame them, really. I don’t blame Denham, either. I suppose I was trying to use him to find a way out of here. That was before I realized that this is where I belong. I still have a family to take care of. But I don’t need your…”
“No, listen to me. You were right last night; I’ve always found it too easy to move on and let other people sort out my responsibilities. It’s time I stopped that. In a few days I’m coming into a bunch of money for a job I’m doing, and it’s going to Mac’s office to help the child later on. Mac knows it’s my baby, too, and I’ve told him I don’t care who else knows. I may not be able to be a perfect father to him, but I can give him my name and find ways to help him get through his life.” He took her shoulders and turned her to him. “I want to do that, do you understand?” Howell didn’t want Lurton Pitts’s money any more, and doing this for Leonie made him feel less ashamed of the way he had earned it.
She nodded and put her arms around his waist.
He yelped in pain. “Watch it, I think I’ve cracked something in there.”
She put a hand on his ribs, at the center of the pain. “Yes, you have,” she said. She put her arms around him again and held him gently to her body.
Howell felt once again the amazing warmth he had felt when she had healed his back. A moment later, she stood back and looked at him.
“I think you can take off the bandage now,” she smiled. She kissed him on the cheek.
Howell took a tentative breath, then another, deeper one. “I think you’re right,” he said, but she was already walking down the stairs and turning toward the truck. He watched her drive away, then went back into the cabin.
“I’ve been on the phone to the paper,” Scotty said triumphantly. “Would you believe they’re sending a chopper up here for me and the film? We’ve only got the first two rolls I shot, but that’s got just about everything on it.”
“Good for you,” Howell laughed, and hugged her.
“I’d better get into town and get my stuff together,” she said. “They’ll be at the airport in a hour.”
Howell kissed her. “Get going, then.”
“Listen, we’ll see each other in Atlanta, won’t we?”
“From time to time, no doubt.”
“That’s not often enough,” she said, punching him playfully in the ribs. “Jesus, I’m sorry, I forgot.”
Howell pulled out his shirttail. “Undo this, will you?”
Scotty undipped the bandage and unwound it from his ribcage. “Shouldn’t you leave this on?”
Howell pounded on his chest and took several deep breaths. “Don’t need it,” he crowed.
“There isn’t even any bruising!” she said. “There sure was when I wrapped you up this morning. I thought you’d be weeks… ” Then she stopped. “Oh, I see; Mama Kelly.”
“Well, sort of, by long distance I guess. She died this morning, just about the time Bo did, I suspect.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Scotty said. “I never even met her, but I could sure feel her in that house yesterday.” She cocked her head to one side. “Listen, what was going on between you and Leonie? There was something going on there, I know it.”
“I’ll tell you about it some time,” he gri
“I guess she is, at that.”
“So are Dermot and Brian and Mary,” he said, more soberly. “When you get used to the idea of being a wealthy woman, you ought to think about doing something for them. After all, if it hadn’t been for their mother, you wouldn’t be the filthy capitalist you are, now.”
“I’ll do that,” she said. “Listen, I don’t want to get all maudlin, now, but I’m awfully grateful to you for getting me through this alive. I’ll call you for lunch next week and thank you properly, okay?”
“I’d better call you,” Howell said. “I’m not sure just where I’ll be.”
“I think I know,” she said, “but let me hear from you.” Then she grabbed her two precious rolls of film and fled.
A couple of days later, Howell threw the last of his gear into the back of the station wagon and shut the tailgate. He went back into the cabin, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
“Bob Allen, please.” There was a click and some ringing.
“Allen.”
“Hello, Bob, it’s John Howell.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. A voice from the past. You got my note, huh?”
“Sounded more like a death threat to me.”
“You want it?”
“Maybe. We can talk about it. We’ll have to get some things straight, like what happens after Nairobi.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“London.”
“I expect we might find a slot there in about three years.”
“I won’t stay in Africa a minute more than eighteen months.”
“Two years, and I’ll see what I can do about London. When can you get up here?”
“I’ve got a few things to sort out in Atlanta. A week from Monday?”
“Okay, you’re on. Uh, listen, you’ll have to learn Swahili, you know.”
Howell could hear him gri
Howell picked up the completed manuscript of Lurton Pitt’s autobiography from the desk, and looked around the cabin. It was strangely dark, with its boarded-up windows. It seemed dead; just a lot of lumber and furniture.
He still wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened to him here, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would be. But he felt ready to go back and work at his life, instead of just wandering through it; to go back to what he did best and try to do it better.
He walked over to the battered player piano; it was missing chunks of veneer and spattered with buckshot, but still, somehow, whole. He flipped the switch. A flood of music poured out.
George Gershwin was playing “I’ve Got Rhythm”. Howell waited until It was finished, then he flipped off the switch. He laughed all the way to the car.