The Wrong Man

Sally put down the crossword puzzle. “Okay,” she said, irritation creeping into her own words, “precisely what sort of batteries would you like to buy? What sort of inoculation is out there?”

Hope looked across at her partner of so many years and thought how little she really knew about Sally and about herself. They lived in a world where normal was defined differently, and Hope thought sometimes it was nothing but minefields.

“I can’t answer you, you know that,” she said slowly. “I just think we should be doing something, and instead, we’re sitting around waiting for Scott to call and tell us everything is back to the way it was, and I don’t imagine for an instant that we’re going to get that call. Or, indeed, whether we deserve that call.”

“Deserve?”

“Think about it while you finish your puzzle. I’m going to read for a bit.” Hope took a deep breath, thinking that there were some far greater puzzles that Sally could be working on.

Sally nodded, dropping her eyes to the puzzle page in front of her. She wanted to say something to Hope, something reassuring, something affectionate, something that would defuse some of the tension around their house, but instead, she looked down and saw that 3 DOWN was What the Muse Sang, and she remembered that the opening of Homer’s Iliad was “Sing, O muse, of the anger of Achilles.” There were four blank boxes, with the last letter needing to be E, and so it was not hard for her to come up with rage.

Scott slid into the booth, pushing Michael O’Co

“Give us a minute or two,” Scott said to the waitress.

“Bring me a beer,” O’Co

There was a momentary silence, and then O’Co

“I tried to tell you,” she said, “but you wouldn’t listen.”

“So you thought bringing in your father…” He pivoted slightly and stared at Scott. “Well, I don’t know. Just what exactly is he supposed to do?”

This question was directed at Ashley, but Scott answered, “I’m just here to help you understand that when she says it’s all over, that means it’s all over.”

Again Michael O’Co

“Not exactly muscle. Not exactly persuasion. So, Professor, what’s your deal? What have you got in mind?”

“I think it’s time for you to leave Ashley alone. Get on with your life, so she can get on with hers. She’s busy. Working. Going to grad school. Hasn’t really got the time for a long-term relationship. Certainly not the one that you seem to suggest. I’m here to do what I can to help you see that.”

O’Co

“Your refusal to listen to what Ashley has said has made it my business.”

O’Co

The waitress brought O’Co

Scott wasn’t sure how to respond. O’Co

“I don’t want to know you,” Scott said. “All I want is for you to leave Ashley alone. I am willing to do whatever is necessary to help you understand that.”

O’Co

“Name a price,” Scott replied coldly.

“A price?”

“You know what I’m saying. Name a price.”

“You want me to put a price tag on my feelings for Ashley?”

“Stop screwing around,” Scott said. O’Co

“I could never do that. And I don’t want your money.”

Scott reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the $5,000 in the white envelope.

“What’s that?” O’Co

“Five grand. Just for giving Ashley and me your word that you will stay out of her life.”

“You want to pay me?”

“That’s right.”

“I never asked you for any money, did I?”

“No.”

“So, this money isn’t in response to anything I demanded, is it?”

“No. All I want is your word.”

O’Co

She shook her head.

“I can’t hear you,” O’Co

“No, you have never asked me for money.”

O’Co

“In return for a promise.”

He smiled. “All right. I don’t want the money. But I’ll give you the promise. I promise.”

O’Co

“You’re going to leave her alone? Stay out of her life? Walk away and never bother her again?”

“That’s what you want, right?”

“That’s right.”

O’Co

“Right.”

“Except me.” He looked over at Ashley, freezing her with a narrow look that she could not put a word to. The harshness of the look was compounded by a contradictory, devil-may-care smile that Ashley thought was one of the coldest things she had ever seen.

“That make this trip worthwhile, Professor?”

Scott did not answer. He was half-expecting O’Co

But instead of some dramatic gesture, O’Co

She shook her head.

“‘I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love…’”

Keeping his eyes on Ashley, O’Co

Scott moved aside, standing at the edge of the table while O’Co

They remained silent for almost a minute. “What just happened?” Ashley asked.

Scott did not reply. He was unsure. The waitress sidled back up, saying, “So, just two for di

Outside Ashley’s apartment, the night seemed to have painted itself into shadows and shafts of stray distant light from streetlamps that barely argued against the growing autumn dark. There was no place to park, so Scott pulled the Porsche in front of a fire hydrant. He left the car ru

“Maybe you should come out west for a couple of days. Just until we’re sure that this guy stands by what he said. Stay a couple of days at my place, then maybe a little bit of time with your mother. Let a little time and a little distance work for you.”

“I shouldn’t be the one who has to run and hide,” Ashley said. “I have classes. I have a job.”

“I know, but perhaps we should err on the side of caution.”