expect it this soon."
"I thought she'd beat it," Andy said. "She seemed fine at Thanksgiving, and she and Gray were full of plans. There was this riverboat cruise throughGermany they were going to take."
"It's next month," his brother said. "They were going to leave right after Labor Day."
"Well, I guess that's out," Andy said. "Maybe you can use their tickets, you and Elaine."
There was an awkward silence, and then he said, "Sorry, I don't know why I said that." He picked up his glass and looked at the ceiling light through it. I thought of all the times I'd done that myself, though never with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea. "This stuff ought to come with a warning label. I'm sorry."
"Forget it."
"Anyway, I don't suppose Elaine would want to go toGermany, would she?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's Jewish, isn't she?"
"So?"
"So she might not be that crazy about going toGermany. She might be worried about getting turned into soap."
Michael said, "Andy, why don't you shut up?"
"Hey, it was just a joke, okay?"
"A stupid joke."
"Nobody likes my jokes," Andy said. "Soap, lanolin, I can't win. Nobody likes my jokes today."
"It's not a great day for jokes, bro."
"Just what is it a great day for, bro? Will you tell me that?"
"I guess you guys'll want to get back to the house," I said, not knowing what they wanted to do, not caring much, knowing only that I wanted to get the hell out of there. "Gray can probably use you for the next few hours."
"Gray," Andy said. "You ever meet him?"
"Just now, at the funeral."
"I figured you were old friends, calling him Gray and all."
I turned to Michael. "I think you'd better drive," I said.
"Andy's all right."
"Whatever you say."
"He's upset, that's all."
"Talking about me like I'm not here," Andy said. "Can I ask a question? One fucking question?" He didn't wait for permission. "Where do you get off having the long face, talking about how you thought you'd be the first to go? I mean, where in the hell does that come from? Who appointed you chief mourner, for God's sake?"
I could feel the anger, moving up my spine like an army. I kept a lid on it.
"You didn't give a shit about her while she was alive," he went on. "Did you ever love her?"
"I thought I did."
"But I guess it didn't last."
"No," I said. "The two of us weren't very good at being married."
"She wasn't so bad at it. You were the one who left."
"I'm sure I wasn't the only one who thought of it. It's easier for a man to leave."
"I don't know," he said. "Past few years, I've run into a few women who didn't find it so goddam hard. Pack a bag, walk out the door, easiest thing in the world."
"It's not always as easy as it looks."
"Especially if there's kids involved," he said. "Right?"
"Right."
"I guess we didn't count, me and Mikey."
I didn't have anything to say to that. And the anger I'd felt before was gone now, stuffed wherever that sort of thing gets stuffed. If I felt anything it was an almighty weariness. I wanted this little talk to be over and I knew it was going to go on forever.
"Why'd you come, anyway?"
"Because your brother called me up and told me about it," I said. "Not Saturday, when he found out about it, and not Sunday when you both got here, but late last night." I turned to Michael. "That was considerate," I said. "That way I didn't have a long period of agonizing before the funeral."
"I just- "
"In fact," I said, "with any luck at all I'd have made plans it would have been too late to cancel, and I wouldn't be here at all. Just your luck I'm a guy who hasn't got too much to do these days."
"I was afraid to call," he said.
"What were you afraid of?"
"I don't know. How you'd take it, what you'd say. That you'd come, that you wouldn't come. I don't know."
"I couldn't not come," I said. "I won't pretend I wanted to be here, but there's no way I could have stayed away. I had to be here for you two, even though you might have been happier if I'd stayed in the city. And I had to
"I thought she'd beat it," Andy said. "She seemed fine at Thanksgiving, and she and Gray were full of plans. There was this riverboat cruise throughGermany they were going to take."
"It's next month," his brother said. "They were going to leave right after Labor Day."
"Well, I guess that's out," Andy said. "Maybe you can use their tickets, you and Elaine."
There was an awkward silence, and then he said, "Sorry, I don't know why I said that." He picked up his glass and looked at the ceiling light through it. I thought of all the times I'd done that myself, though never with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea. "This stuff ought to come with a warning label. I'm sorry."
"Forget it."
"Anyway, I don't suppose Elaine would want to go toGermany, would she?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's Jewish, isn't she?"
"So?"
"So she might not be that crazy about going toGermany. She might be worried about getting turned into soap."
Michael said, "Andy, why don't you shut up?"
"Hey, it was just a joke, okay?"
"A stupid joke."
"Nobody likes my jokes," Andy said. "Soap, lanolin, I can't win. Nobody likes my jokes today."
"It's not a great day for jokes, bro."
"Just what is it a great day for, bro? Will you tell me that?"
"I guess you guys'll want to get back to the house," I said, not knowing what they wanted to do, not caring much, knowing only that I wanted to get the hell out of there. "Gray can probably use you for the next few hours."
"Gray," Andy said. "You ever meet him?"
"Just now, at the funeral."
"I figured you were old friends, calling him Gray and all."
I turned to Michael. "I think you'd better drive," I said.
"Andy's all right."
"Whatever you say."
"He's upset, that's all."
"Talking about me like I'm not here," Andy said. "Can I ask a question? One fucking question?" He didn't wait for permission. "Where do you get off having the long face, talking about how you thought you'd be the first to go? I mean, where in the hell does that come from? Who appointed you chief mourner, for God's sake?"
I could feel the anger, moving up my spine like an army. I kept a lid on it.
"You didn't give a shit about her while she was alive," he went on. "Did you ever love her?"
"I thought I did."
"But I guess it didn't last."
"No," I said. "The two of us weren't very good at being married."
"She wasn't so bad at it. You were the one who left."
"I'm sure I wasn't the only one who thought of it. It's easier for a man to leave."
"I don't know," he said. "Past few years, I've run into a few women who didn't find it so goddam hard. Pack a bag, walk out the door, easiest thing in the world."
"It's not always as easy as it looks."
"Especially if there's kids involved," he said. "Right?"
"Right."
"I guess we didn't count, me and Mikey."
I didn't have anything to say to that. And the anger I'd felt before was gone now, stuffed wherever that sort of thing gets stuffed. If I felt anything it was an almighty weariness. I wanted this little talk to be over and I knew it was going to go on forever.
"Why'd you come, anyway?"
"Because your brother called me up and told me about it," I said. "Not Saturday, when he found out about it, and not Sunday when you both got here, but late last night." I turned to Michael. "That was considerate," I said. "That way I didn't have a long period of agonizing before the funeral."
"I just- "
"In fact," I said, "with any luck at all I'd have made plans it would have been too late to cancel, and I wouldn't be here at all. Just your luck I'm a guy who hasn't got too much to do these days."
"I was afraid to call," he said.
"What were you afraid of?"
"I don't know. How you'd take it, what you'd say. That you'd come, that you wouldn't come. I don't know."
"I couldn't not come," I said. "I won't pretend I wanted to be here, but there's no way I could have stayed away. I had to be here for you two, even though you might have been happier if I'd stayed in the city. And I had to
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