âPay it no mind. Those things never wreck, and even if they did thereâd be no money in it.â
âMother Teresa sends her regards.â
âMother Teresaâs dead. Me too, soon enough. Letâs skip the bullshit, Conway.â He leaned toward me. âLetâs say it wasnât you knocked up Savvy, and I believe it wasnât, or at least you think it wasnât, âcause you never could lie worth shit. In that case, the proud papaâs got to be Bert Saginaw, and that, amigo, is a very big deal.â
âLet me make sure youâre saying what I think youâre saying.â
âIâm saying it all right. Back then, just before we moved Savvy, she was banging him while she was banging you. Get over it. Hell, even if heâs just the alleged proud papa itâs a very big deal.â
âYouâre taking giant steps.â
âDonât insult me. I havenât talked with you in three years. You call me out of the blue, you ask about Savvy Kane. âOh by the way,â you also ask, âIâd like to learn a little about this Bert Saginaw and his hatchet man Krall, if you get a chance.â Youâre clever like an eight-year-old angling for another cookie, Conway. Itâs what we like about you.â
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? The people who love you are the people who know all your moves.
I hate that about people.
âOkay, youâre smarter than me. Itâs not a small club,â I said, shrugging surrender. âWhatâd you learn about Saginaw?â
âI learned, for maybe the ten thousandth time, that Fitzgerald may be the most misunderstood man in history.â
âWho the hell ?â
âF. Scott Fitzgerald,â Moe said, leaning back, the big rush to photograph a plane crash gone now. Fine by me if he needed to be smug: It meant he had something juicy for me. He was savoring it.
âHe was a writer, right?â
âAnd Jerry Rice was a football player,â Moe said. âAnd Ali was a fighter.â
I waited.
A small jet rattled the porch. Moe didnât even look up. âFitzgerald wrote this line,â he said. ââThere are no second acts in American lives.ââ
Moe looked to see if that meant anything to me. It didnât. He puffed his cheeks out, frustrated. âEverybody misses it,â he said. âThey quote Fitzgerald like he meant there are no second chances . When a politician gets caught with a whore or a baseball player beats up his wife, the newspaper hacks and talking heads trot out the line to mean the schmuck is finished, kaput.â
âThatâs dead wrong,â I said. âItâs the opposite. A pro football player can gut a koala bear in broad daylight. If heâs any good, somebodyâll still sign him.â
âExactly!â Moe pounded his armrest. âFitzgerald was talking about Act One and Act Two in a formal way, like in plays and novels. In Act One, the players get their intro, the problem is set up.â
âWhat happens in Act Two?â
From the way he smiled, I knew it was the right question.
âDepth,â Moe said. âComplexity, conflicting paths, difficult choices.â
We sat quietly.
Noise built. A US Airways jumbo jet rocked the house as it took off.
âYou missed one,â I said.
âYouâve got me all engrossed,â he said, looking at the big watch. âYou prick.â
âJust tell me about Saginaw,â I said. âNo more writers. Iâm begginâ.â
CHAPTER NINE
He jerked a thumb at the runway behind his shoulder. âIf I miss my big payday bullshitting about Hubert Saginaw,â he said, âYouâre a frigging dead man. What do you know already?â
âJust that he made and blew two fortunes, then finally figured out how to hang onto his dough.â
âFair enough. He dropped out of college twenty-five years ago.