avoid paying income tax.”
“Cutting off your nose to spite your face, isn’t it?”
“She can’t bear the idea of her money being spent on bombs. I don’t agree with her about a lot of things, but I do think the federal government should let taxpayers check off boxes stipulating where they want their tax money to go. Wouldn’t you like to make sure all those millions you give Uncle Sam went to schools and hospitals instead of nuclear warheads?”
As a matter of fact, he would. Playgrounds for big kids, preschool programs for little ones, and mandatory LASIK surgery for NFL refs. He set down his coffee mug. “She sounds like a real character.”
“Like a kook, you mean.”
He was too polite to nod.
“She’s not, though. Mom’s the real thing, for better or for worse. She’s been nominated twice for the Nobel Peace Prize.”
“Okay, now I’m impressed.” He leaned back in his chair. “What about your father?”
She dipped part of her paper napkin into her water glass and wiped the doughnut icing from her fingers. “He died a month before I was born. A well he was digging in El Salvador caved in. They weren’t married.”
One more thing he and the Beav had in common.
So far, she’d given him a lot of facts without revealing much that was personal. He stretched his legs. “Who took care of you while your mother was out saving the world?”
“An assortment of well-intentioned people.”
“That can’t be good.”
“It wasn’t terrible. They were mostly hippies—artists, a college professor, some social workers. Nobody beat me or abused me. When I was thirteen, I lived with a Houston drug dealer, but in Mom’s defense, she had no idea Luisa was still in the business, and except for the occasional drive-by shooting, I liked being with her.”
He hoped Blue was kidding.
“I lived in Minnesota for six months with a Lutheran minister,but Mom’s a devout Catholic, so I spent a lot of time with various activist nuns.”
She’d had a childhood even less stable than his own. Hard to believe.
“Fortunately, Mom’s friends tend to be benevolent. I also learned a lot of skills most people don’t have.”
“Like.”
“Well…I read Latin, a little Greek. I can put up drywall, plant one hell of an organic garden, use power tools, and I’m a kickass cook. I’ll bet you can’t match that.”
He spoke damn good Spanish and liked using power tools himself, but he didn’t want to spoil her fun. “I threw four touchdown passes against Ohio State in the Rose Bowl.”
“And set those Rose Princesses’ hearts a-fluttering.”
The Beav loved taking shots at him, but she did it with such open relish that she never came across as bitchy. Odd. He drained his coffee. “With so much moving around, school must have been a challenge.”
“When you’re constantly the new kid, you develop fairly sophisticated people skills.”
“I’ll bet.” He was beginning to see where her confrontational attitude came from. “Any college?”
“A small liberal arts school. I had a full scholarship, but I quit at the beginning of my junior year. Still, it’s the longest I spent in one place.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“Wanderlust. I was born to roam, babe.”
He doubted that. The Beav wasn’t a natural hard-ass. Raised differently, she would have been married by now, probably teaching kindergarten with a couple kids of her own.
He tossed a twenty on the table, and when he didn’t wait for change, she reacted with predictable outrage. “Two cups of coffee, a doughnut, and one uneaten muffin!”
“Get over it.”
She snatched up his muffin. As they headed across the parking lot, he studied the drawings she’d done of him and realized he’d gotten the best end of their deal. For the price of a couple of meals and a night’s lodging, he’d received some food for thought, and how often did that happen?
As the day advanced, Dean noticed the Beav growing more fidgety. When he
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