Molly on her bed with her cards, laying them out in two rows, the queen of spades and knight of diamonds set aside. Cat in the middle of it. Queen of spades, the widow. A young widow. Poor Dignam. Or the divorced woman. Which option? Or the bad woman with ill will. Or the dark woman familiar with sorrow. And with the knight of diamonds. A knave. A brave unemployed man. A young stranger. A scholar. A jealous person. A useful man. Who? Planning her concert. Her phone face down on the bed. Texting. Singing some sweet old song. McCoy says his wife singing too. Believe when I see. Don’t want to hear, no guts in it. Screechy woman. Freckled. Cheeseparing nose. You and me in the same boat he says, flattering me. Irritating. Your wife, my wife. Wonder is he pimping after me? Maybe a little softswapping? I wouldn’t think Molly his type. Maybe he means me? Still in the closet I thought.
McCoy on phone from Conways. Bob Doran is on one of his benders. Starting early. I’m watching a woman outside packing up her car. Skirt. Windy. Tpying too. Multitasking. Had to pick up phone. Can’t keep blowing him off. Still, hhate to be interrupted when. Ggust! Nice. Sheesh the guy can talk. Doesn’t need much of an answer besides yes. yes. um hhum. He’s a nice guy, McCoy. Ttries too hard though. Insufferable for that. Borrows stuff and doesn’t return. Will be asking for a suitcase for his wife’s imaginary out of town gig. Bantam Lyons there too. At Conways. Doran used to be a serious guy. Qquiet. Changed once he saddled himself to his mother-in-law. Nno blame there. Hold on. Standing in car door to reach luggage rack. Stretch. Yyes. I see pretty clearly today. Rich: expensive. They’re all the same once you touch the right sspot. McCoy heard about Paddy Dignam. Tterrible death. Sees me looking. Always an eye out. Good to have backup. Hello. Dropped something. Watch! Watch! Sshit! Truck went by. Right at that moment. Another gone. Ddamn McCo