greyer than his brother. He had on a short-sleeved white shirt, green gabardine slacks, and Hush Puppies. His eye alignment appeared to be in order.
âCome on up to the family room,â Ralph said.
He led the way up a short flight of stairs carpeted in pink and into a room straight ahead. The pink carpet continued around to the left, presumably to the bedrooms.
âGet you a drink?â Ralph asked. âSomething nice and cool?â
âVodkaâd taste good.â
âOne vodka coming up,â Ralph said. Heâd inherited the hearty genes in the Goddard family. âAnything with it? Tang?â
âIce, just ice, Ralph.â
He went back down the stairs. The family room had flocked wallpaper in a mustard shade. The shelves along one wall held a collection of china birds, and, on a low end-table, two marble bookends enclosed a short row of Louis LâAmour novels in hardcover. There was a set of a sofa and two armchairs covered in shiny material in browns and yellows that picked up the mustard on the walls. Another chair was aimed at the TV set. The chair had many movable parts, a headrest, a footrest, arms that raised up and down. You could buy chairs like that on your Visa card by dialling a toll-free number in Akron, Ohio. Iâd seen the ads. Ralphâs chair was in brown corduroy. Heâd left the television on with the sound down low. It was tuned to the Blue Jays ball game.
Ralph came back to the room empty-handed.
âWhatâs your second choice, Crang?â he said. âDoreen went to the booze store today and bought the place out, it looks like.â
âExcept no vodka.â
âYou got it.â
âWhy donât I have whatever youâre drinking.â
âThatâll be two dark rum and Coke.â
By the time I left the family room, Iâd be on the road to gout. Why was it called the family room? If the kids were out in the world and Ralph and Doreen lived alone, wouldnât every room in the house qualify as family room? Iâd ponder the question next time I strolled Philosopherâs Walk.
The ice in the large glasses tinkled against the sides. Ralph carried a glass in each hand. He handed one to me and leaned over to turn off the television set.
âTop of the sixth,â he said. âJays in front by three. You a baseball fan, Crang?â
âYou bet,â I said. It was the second lie Iâd told to a member of the Goddard family in twenty-four hours. Baseball makes me nod off, but there was no sense alienating Ralph at a time when I had more worrying matters for him.
âDave didnât appear at Chaseâs tonight,â I said.
âI thought thatâd be it soonâs I saw you standing at the door down there,â Ralph said. He sat in the chair with the gadgets and touched something that swung it in my direction. I remembered the chairâs brand. Motolounger. I was sitting on the sofa.
I said to Ralph, âIâve got a name since I talked to you this afternoon. Raymond Fenk. Heâs the party seems to be responsible for all the rough stuff.â
âThe whole shebang buffaloes me,â Ralph said. âDaveâs been toeing the mark ever since I got him to let me look after things.â
âFenkâs in the movie business. Might he have any business connection with Dave? Does the name mean something? Fenk?â
âI thought you told me Dave saw this bozo and didnât recognize him.â
âThe face registered nothing,â I said. âMaybe the name does.â
âFenk?â Ralph rubbed his jaw and took his time over the name. âI got to tell you, Crang, thereâs a lot of people on a lot of contracts. But I donât recollect Fenk. I could look through the files. I keep Daveâs records in apple-pie order. Nobody from Revenue Canada or any place elseâd find a number out of place.â
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