which remained raised.
âYes,â Henrik said, trying to sound sure of himself, although he wasnât. He knew
let
was the word he wanted, but he wasnât sure whether it was the word the woman wanted or one she even knew. What other word might be the word he was looking for?
Sale,
possibly, but he did not want to own the room, and when he was done with it (he assumed he would be done with it eventually, and possibly sooner than that), he didnât want to have to sell it to someone else.
Rent
was another possibility, but didnât that word also mean âtornâ? Did it
only
mean âtornâ? Henrik didnât want to take the chance and end up asking the woman whether she had any torn rooms or whether he might tear one that wasnât already torn. Then she might never let him let a room. And once he thought that sentence, he wondered if
let
was the right word after all. But he decided to stick with it anyway. â
Let
.â
âLet,â the woman repeated. âLet you do what?â
âExcuse me?â
âIn the room,â she said. âYouâd want me to
let
you do
what
in the room?â
Henrik turned to look at the boys, but they didnât seem to be paying attention to anything but their soup. He then turned back to the woman, who was still peering at him through the steam. Was this an invitation? And if it was, would Henrik accept it or decline? On the one hand, he was married. On the other hand, he was dead.
You have to act like Iâm dead,
heâd told his wife.
I can do that
, sheâd said. She hadnât even needed to think about it. âHey, wait,â the woman said, her face brightening a little, âare you. . . â She seemed to want Henrik to finish the sentence for her.
âHenrik Larsen,â he said.
âRight,â she said. âDo you go by Henrik or just Henry?â The way she said âHenrikâ left no doubt that he should go by just Henry.
âJust Henry,â Henry said, and then he finally remembered what he was supposed to do, once in Broomeville. âIs Matthew here?â
âMatthew?â she said. She said the name like sheâd said âHenrik.â
â
Matthew,
â said one of the boys, in the same voice.
âThatâs my son, Kurt, and those are his cronies,â the woman said, gesturing behind Henry. Henry didnât know that wordâ
cronies
âbut he guessed it referred to the two boys who had forsaken their spoons and were now drinking directly from their bowls. That meant Kurt was the thin, curly-headed boy with the spacey blue eyes whoâd been striking the machine earlier. Now he seemed to be paying attention to Henry. He nodded at Henry, and Henry smiled in return, and the boy scowled back. Henry turned back to the woman.
âMatthew,â she said again. There was an expression on her face that suggested she really wanted to punch someone. Henry took a step back from the bar. âDo you mean Matty?â
âDo I?â
âMatthew,â she said. âNo one calls him Matthew.â
âNo one?â Henry said. Because heâd been given very strict instructions.
Go to the Lumber Lodge. Ask for Matthew
. Meanwhile the woman still had that look on her face.
âAlmost no one,â she said.
13
M atthew, Matthew. Kurtâs mother must have said âMatthewâ about a thousand times, like it was more than just a name. It wasnât. It was just a name: his fatherâs name. Although it was true that almost no one called him that, except for his mother, and only when she was mad at him. And even then, when she called him Matthew, it was like she was impersonating someone else who called him by that name. Like when he called Kevin and Tyler his cronies, which was not his but rather his motherâs name for them.
âCronies,â he said to them, loud enough to be heard over their slurping but not loud enough for his
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