Gryphon_ New and Selected Stories - Charles Baxter [197]
“Yes.”
“Kind of belated, isn’t it?” She sipped the hot coffee and then set it down. “The mom. A little chitchat over coffee with the mom.”
“Belated?”
“It’s a bit sudden, isn’t it? That desire? Given the circumstances?” She gazed out the window, then lifted the baby to her shoulder again. “For the personal intimacies? For the details?” Her sudden modulation in tone was very pure. So was her irony. She had a kind of emotional Puritanism that despised the parade of shadows on the wall, of which I was the current one.
“Okay. Why do you think I’m here?” I asked her, taken aback by her behavior. The inside of my mouth had turned to cotton; rudeness does that to me.
“You’re here to exercise your compassion,” she said quickly. “And to serve up some awful belated charity. And, finally, to patronize me.” She smiled at me. “La belle pauvre. How’s that? Think that sounds about right?”
“You’re a tough one,” I said. “I wasn’t going to patronize you at all.”
She squirmed in the booth as if her physical discomfort could be shed from her skin and dropped on the floor. “Well, you probably weren’t planning on it, I’ll give you credit for that.” She poured more cream into her coffee. My heart was thumping away in my chest. “Look at you,” she said. “God damn it, you have a crush on me. I can tell. I can always tell about things like that.” She started humming “In a Sentimental Mood.” After a moment, she said, “You men. You’re really something, you guys.” She bit at a fingernail. “At least Branty had his animals. They’ll escort him into heaven.”
“I don’t know why you’re talking this way to me,” I said. “You’re being unnecessarily cruel.”
“It’s my generation,” she said. “We get to the point. But I went a bit too far. It’s been a hard day. I was crying all morning. I can’t think straight. My apologies.”
“Actually,” I said, “I don’t get you at all.” This wasn’t quite true.
“Good. At last.”
We sat there for a while.
“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said. She stirred her coffee. Her spoon clicked against the cup.
“Big firm?”
“Yes.” Outside the diner, traffic passed on Lexington. The moon was visible in the sky. I could see it.
“Well, do me a favor, all right? Don’t ask me about Brantford’s debts.” She settled back in the booth, while the server came and poured more burned coffee into her cup. “I don’t need any professional advice just now.”
I stared at her.
“Actually,” she said, “I could use some money. To tide me over, et cetera. Your aunt Margaret said that you would generously donate something for the cause.” She gave me a vague look. “ ‘Benjamin will come to your aid,’ she said. And, yes, I can see that you will.” She smiled. “Think of me as a wounded bird.”
“How much do you need?” I asked.
“You really love this, don’t you?” She gave me another careless smile. “You’re in your element.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had a conversation like this before.”
“Well, you’ve had it now. Okay,” she said. “I’ll tell you what. You have my address. Send me a check. You’ll enjoy sending the check, and then more checks after that. So that’s your assignment. You’re one of those guys who loves to exercise his pity, his empathy. You’re one of those rare, sensitive men with a big bank account. Just send that check.”
“And in return?”
“In return,” she said, “I’ll like you. I’ll have a nice meal with you whenever you’re in town. I’ll give you a grateful little kiss on the cheek.” She began to cry and then, abruptly, stopped. She pulled out a handkerchief from her purse and blew her nose.
“No, you won’t. Why on earth do you say that?”
“You’re absolutely right, I won’t. I wanted to see how you’d react. I thought I’d rattle your cage. I’m grief-stricken. And I’m giddy.” She laughed merrily, and the baby startled and lifted his little hands. “Poor guy, you’ll never figure out any of this.”
“Exactly right,” I said. “You think I’m oblivious to things, don’t you?”
“I have no idea, but if I do think so,” she said thoughtfully, “I’ll let you know. I didn’t fifteen minutes ago.”
“It seems,