The Weight Part 27

It was easy for me to pack. The only problem was that new stuff Rena had bought for me. I didn't have a suitcase for that, so I just threw it in the back seat, loose.

In the living room, there was Rena. And about half a dozen different bags.

"If I had a strap, I could-"

"Just make a couple of trips, Sugar. I'll be carrying some of them, too."

The garage was dark. She got behind the wheel of the Lincoln and hit the b.u.t.ton for the door, then hit it again as soon as we rolled out.

Only, Rena didn't take the driveway. She turned and drove out behind the garage. It looked like a d.a.m.n forest, but she drove through it like there was a road somewhere.

A few minutes later, she stopped.

"Unload it all," she said. "Don't worry about being neat-just get everything everything out of the car." out of the car."

It only took us a couple of minutes. When Rena saw my loose stuff, she popped one of her suitcases open and stuffed it all inside.

"Wait right here. Don't move move."

The Lincoln went back the way we came. When she came back to where she left me and all that stuff, she started snapping off sentences like she was firing jabs.

"It's about a half-mile from here to the road. You stay here. Right Right here. But lie down, like, okay? I don't know how long it's going to take, but I'll be back for you." here. But lie down, like, okay? I don't know how long it's going to take, but I'll be back for you."

She looked at me the way you look at a p.a.w.nbroker, trying to get him to believe you really are are coming back to claim what you hocked. I didn't know what the deal was, but I didn't know what else to do except sit there and listen. coming back to claim what you hocked. I didn't know what the deal was, but I didn't know what else to do except sit there and listen.

"Keep this cell on," she said, tossing a new one at me. "Then you'll know it's me coming." She handed me a big plastic bag. "There's your bars and drinks in there. Now wait wait."

She threw some of her stuff in a little carryall and disappeared.

Waiting never bothered me, but I didn't like being in those woods-I wasn't used to places like that. When it finally got light, I could see why she picked that spot-it was almost like a cave of trees.

The f.u.c.king bugs were making me crazy. I had to take my mind off everything. I had to do that or go nuts. I still didn't know what was going on.

So I opened one of Albie's books-that tiny flashlight Solly gave me was enough for me to read by. After a while, I could figure some things out. Like the dates. They started in 1966, and they went all the way to a couple of months ago, probably just before he died. Every page was laid out the same. I couldn't understand much more than the dates, but I knew all those words and numbers had to stand for something something. I just couldn't make any sense of them.

I took a few deep breaths, then I started over. Albie was in the same business as Solly, right? I used that. Looked at the capital letters in blocks, like initials. Some I found over and over again. Like, whoever JBR/H/C was, he had the same phone number for years. The first number, it was inside a box. Not crossed out, just this box around it. Then nothing for a long time. Then a different different number. With no box around it. So that one, it was probably still good. number. With no box around it. So that one, it was probably still good.

I'd picked up on that because I was looking for a "J." Like in "Jessop." I kept trying. Found "AJ/WT/X."

Whoever that was, Albie kept his record the same as he had for the other one. Phone number started in 1978, all in those boxes. Nothing until 1985. Then a new one.

Only this one was different from the others. The phone number was still the same, but the name, there was a circle around it, starting in 1990. And just the number "100." In the very last book, "AJ/WT/X" had a line drawn through it. Not a line, more like an arrow. Pointing down.

The cell went off. It didn't ring, just kind of throbbed. I opened it up, but I didn't say anything.

"I'm coming in," Rena said. Then she cut off.

Maybe ten minutes after that, I heard her crashing through the woods. At least I thought it was her.

It was. She had on jeans and boots. Work boots, not show-off things; lace-ups, with heavy soles.

"Hurry! I'm parked on the shoulder. Some cop could come by...."

It took three trips. It wasn't the weight, it was all those different little bags. She didn't have any big suitcases, like for traveling.

The car was a white Cadillac with a monster of a trunk. Everything fit.

Rena stomped on the gas, and we got out of there. After a few turns, she kind of calmed down. I could tell, because she lit a cigarette.

We drove for a while. She was on her third smoke when she finally said something.

"All we've got to do now is not not get a ticket." get a ticket."

"Where're we going?"

"Tampa. It's, I don't know exactly, maybe three, four hours from here."

"Okay."

"'Okay'? That's it, 'Okay'?"

"What do you want me to say? I figure you'll tell me whatever you want to, sooner or later."

She kept on driving. She looked like she hadn't been to sleep at all, but I didn't offer to take over. I could see she was locked on, concentrating.

We went through little clots of traffic, but it was mostly trucks. Rena was a good driver, smooth with the wheel. I felt my body easing. If she didn't want to talk, maybe I'd just...

"This isn't fair," she said.

"What isn't?"

"What I'm doing. There's no reason you have to go where I'm going. They've got bus stations in Tampa if you don't want to get on a plane."

"I want-"

"Yeah. I know what you want. I'm sitting on it."

I felt bad when she said that. Not that she was wrong, but she wasn't exactly right, either. I don't know why I felt bad, but I knew for sure that I did.

I looked out my window. There was nothing to see.

A long time pa.s.sed. I kept looking out the window.

"I'm sorry, Sugar."

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry sorry. What I said, you took it wrong. But that's not your fault; it's mine. I've been playing a role so long that I don't pay attention anymore. That's over now. All over. Everything. It's over."

"I don't get what you-"

She shifted in her seat, twisted herself below the waist so I could see the right cheek of her b.u.t.t. Her jeans were so tight that I could see the outline of something in the back pocket.

"I can't keep driving like this. Just take it, okay?"

I didn't even try and get my fingers inside the pocket of her jeans. I could see the only way I could get it out was to push it up. It came out slow. But as soon as I saw the top of it, I knew what it was. I got my finger and thumb around it and pulled it free.

The twin to Solly's book.

"What you came for, right?" she said, staring through that windshield.

"Half of it, anyway."

"What else do you-?"

"This Jessop guy, remember?"

She made a funny sound, like laughing and spitting something out at the same time. Then she went back to staring out the windshield.

I opened the little blue book. It was all in the same kind of Jewish writing that I saw on that bag Albie had hidden in that desk.

"Nothing in English, right?" she said.

"No," I said. But I knew it was the right one for sure-the old b.l.o.o.d.y thumbprint was right where Solly said it would be. I looked a little closer. There was was some English-that thumbprint was stamped over "Goliath, 22/7/46," whatever that was supposed to mean. some English-that thumbprint was stamped over "Goliath, 22/7/46," whatever that was supposed to mean.

"Yeah? Well, this this is," she said, reaching inside her shirt and pulling a folded-up piece of paper out of her bra. "Be is," she said, reaching inside her shirt and pulling a folded-up piece of paper out of her bra. "Be careful careful with it, Sugar." with it, Sugar."

I unfolded it the same way I had seen her unwrap that prayer-bag thing. I knew by then that she wasn't just being careful, she was showing respect. So that's what I did, too.

The paper wasn't any bigger than a dollar bill. The writing was so small, I had to move my hands a little away from my eyes to make it out.

My Rena, if you are reading this, it means I am gone and Solly has told you he is holding my will. To prove this, he would read you the part that led you to my desk. You must listen to me now. Listen and obey would read you the part that led you to my desk. You must listen to me now. Listen and obey.GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. GO NOW. NEVER COME BACK. They will come soon. They will be afraid an old man babbles in his sleep. They will never believe you know nothing. I told you this time would come. You know where to go. Go now! Do not call Solly. For you, there is no will. Disappear, Rena. You can do that. With me, you started your life over. Now you must do that again.Know this, child: my life began anew when you came into it, but also know that my life had already been pledged. I apologize for nothing. What I did, I did. I never told you of these things, because knowing would be dangerous for you. I was always true, my Rena. To you, and to the oath I swore many years before your birth. I could never allow a conflict between my oath and you, because my oath was given to a greater thing than any person could ever be.You have my love, forever and always. It would be no betrayal for you to be with another now. In truth, it would be my wish. But, whatever you do, you tell Solly NOTHING. If you must speak with him, lie. Once you are gone from him, STAY gone. Never contact Solly again. I write this with a prayer that someday you will be reading it. If you never read this, it means you have already rejoined me. If any other person is reading this, I have been betrayed.So to whoever is reading this, I say: YOU MUST SHOW THIS MESSAGE TO ARI! Show this to Ari BEFORE you act.Ari, this woman knows nothing of our business. Now you have the proof you sought. SOLLY IS THE TRAITOR. This girl does not know my book exists. Solly has my book. He will deny this, but I sent it to him months ago, when the doctors told me I had little time left. When Solly says he does not have my book, you will know the truth. Ari, if you hurt this girl, you will learn nothing. Worse, you will dishonor your own father and the cause for which we both pledged our lives. Go see Solly. And finish this father and the cause for which we both pledged our lives. Go see Solly. And finish this.

Then there was some Jewish writing. Maybe it was more words, but I could only read the English part. I did that, over and over again.

I shook my head, like maybe that would change the writing. I'd probably still be staring at that paper if Rena hadn't stabbed me in the side of my neck with a long fingernail.

"What the-?"

"There's nothing else to say, is there? You got what you came for."

"Except for-"

"Just stop, okay? I don't care anymore. I'm going to obey my husband. You want to run back to Solly, do it. You want to talk to Jessop so bad, I can tell you where to find him too."

"How could you do that?"

"Easy," she said, like there was a foul taste in her mouth. "On paper, he's he's my husband." my husband."

Rena pulled the Caddy into a marked-off slot right in front of one of those little up-and-down houses. She had the key for the front door.

The place was like brand-new clean, but it had a musty smell. Like Solly's unit Like Solly's unit, I thought. Only his smelled good, because Grace came in every week Only his smelled good, because Grace came in every week.

I got all our stuff inside. Rena went around turning things on. "Don't open the blinds," she said. "I want to get the car into the garage. It's out back. We have two slots. One's large enough for an RV. That's a big thing in time-shares."

Then she was gone. At least, this time, there weren't any of those d.a.m.n bugs to keep me company.

"What's a time-share?" I asked, as soon as she sat down. She looked like she didn't have much left in her, and I wanted to be sure I knew what the deal was. "Time-share" didn't sound good to me.

"The owner is a corporation," she said, between puffs of her smoke. "You buy shares that ent.i.tle you to use the place one month out of every year. Summertime, the shares are pretty cheap. In the winter, they go for a lot."

"So you own one of those shares?"

"I own them all. One corporation, twelve shareholders. But they're all me, just different names. The corporation has a bank account. The mortgage company gets a check every month from that account. Automatically, I mean-they just go in there and take it out. Same for the condo a.s.sociation. You have to pay them fees, on top of the mortgage. Also the cable TV.

"There's no phone. The account for the corporation always has enough in it to carry the place for a few years, even if no new deposits show up.

"I handle all the deposits into the corporate account. I just made one last April. n.o.body's going to be asking any questions for a long time. And I'll be gone a much longer time by then. That's the way Albie set it up.

"The same for the car. I own it. In the same name I use for my driver's license and insurance. Down here, a white Caddy's like a palm tree-anyplace you look, you see them."

"Are you going to-?"

I stopped when I saw she was already asleep. Just pa.s.sed out on the couch. I snubbed out her smoke in the ashtray, then I kicked back in the recliner.

But I didn't go to sleep.

It was way past midnight when she came around. At first, she looked scared, like she woke up in the middle of a bad dream. Then she shook her head hard, put her nose under her armpit, made a face.

That's when she saw me there.

"I need a shower, Sugar. Then you can sleep, okay?"

I didn't say anything. Just kept sitting there, with her pistol in my lap.