ste； and said she would see Mitch on Monday； to do his office。 Marvelous； he said。
With a map of the city； they set out for the Quin residence。 Abby had seen the house during the first visit； but did not remember how to find it。 It was in a section of town called Chickasaw Gardens； and she remembered the wooded lots； huge houses and professionally landscaped front yards。 They parked in the driveway behind the new Mercedes and the old Mercedes。
The maid nodded politely； but did not smile。 She led them to the living room； and left them。 The house was dark and quiet…no children； no voices； no one。 They admired the furniture and waited。 They mumbled quietly； then grew impatient。 Yes； they agreed； they had in fact been invited to dinner on this night； Thursday； June 25； at 6 P。M。 Mitch checked his watch again and said something about it being rude。 They waited。
From the hallway； Kay emerged and attempted to smile。 Her eyes were puffy and glazed； with mascara leaking from the corners。 Tears flowed freely down her cheeks； and she held a handkerchief over her mouth。 She hugged Abby and sat next to her on the sofa。 She bit the handkerchief and cried louder。
Mitch knelt before her。 〃Kay； what's happened？〃
She bit harder and shook her head。 Abby squeezed her knee； and Mitch patted the other one。 They watched her fearfully； expecting the worst。 Was it Lamar or one of the kids？
〃There's been a tragedy；〃 she said through the quiet sobbing。
〃Who is it？〃 Mitch asked。
She wiped her eyes and breathed deeply。 〃Two members of ； Marty Kozinski and Joe Hodge； were killed today。 We were very close to them。〃
Mitch sat on the coffee table。 He remembered Marty Kozinski from the second visit in April。 He had joined Lamar and Mitch for lunch at a deli on Front Street。 He was next in line for a partnership； but had seemed less than enthused。 Mitch could not place Joe Hodge。
〃What happened？〃 he asked。
She had stopped crying； but the tears continued。 She wiped her face again and looked at him。 〃We're not sure。 They were on Grand Cayman； scuba diving。 There was some kind of an explosion on a boat； and we think they drowned。 Lamar said details were sketchy。 There was a firm meeting a few hours ago； and they were all told about it。 Lamar barely made it home。〃
〃Where is he？〃
〃By the pool。 He's waiting for you。〃
He sat in a white metal lawn chair next to a small table with a small umbrella； a few feet from the edge of the pool。 Near a flower bed； a circular lawn sprinkler rattled and hissed and spewed forth water in a perfect arc which included the table； umbrella； chair and Lamar Quin。 He was soaked。 Water dripped from his nose； ears and hair。 The blue cotton shirt and wool pants were saturated。 He wore no socks or shoes。
He sat motionless； never flinching with each additional dousing。 He had lost touch。 Some distant object on the side fence attracted and held his attention。 An unopened bottle of Heineken sat in a puddle on the concrete beside his chair。
Mitch surveyed the back lawn； in part to make sure the neighbors could not see。 They could not。 An eight…foot cypress fence ensured plete privacy。 He walked around the pool and stopped at the edge of the dry area。 Lamar noticed him； nodded； attempted a weak smile and motioned to a wet chair。 Mitch pulled it a few feet away and sat down； just as the next barrage of water landed。
His stare returned to the fence； or whatever it was in the distance。 For an eternity they sat and listened to the thrashing sound of the sprinkler。 Lamar would sometimes shake his head and attempt to mumble。 Mitch smiled awkwardly； unsure of what； if anything； needed to be said。
〃Lamar； I'm very sorry；〃 he finally offered。
He acknowledged this and looked at Mitch。 〃Me too。〃
〃I wish I could say something。〃
His eyes left the fence； and he cocked his head sideways in Mitch's direction。 His dark hair was soaked and hung in his eyes。 The eyes were red and pained。 He stared； and waited until the next round of water passed over。
〃I know。 But there's nothing to say。 I'm sorry it had to happen now； today。 We didn't feel like cooking。〃
〃That should be the least of your concerns。 I lost my appetite a moment ago。〃
〃Do you remember them？〃 he asked； blowing water from his lips。
〃I remember Kozinski； but not Hodge；〃
〃Marty Kozinski was one of my best friends。 From Chicago。 He joined three years ahead of me and was next in line for a partnership。 A great lawyer； one we all admired and turned to。 Probably the best negotiator in 。 Very cool and dry under pressure。〃
He wiped his eyebrows and stared at the ground。 When he talked the water dripped from his nose and interfered with his enunciation。 〃Three kids。 His twin girls are a month older than our son； and they've always played together。〃 He closed his eyes； bit his lip and started crying。
Mitch wanted to leave。 He tried not to look at his friend。 〃I'm very sorry； Lamar。 Very sorry。〃
After a few minutes； the crying stopped； but the water continued。 Mitch surveyed the spacious lawn in search of the outside faucet。 Twice he summoned the courage to ask if he could turn off the sprinkler； and twice he decided he could last if Lamar could。 Maybe it helped。 He checked his watch。 Darkness was an hour and a half away。
〃What about the accident？〃 Mitch finally asked。
〃We weren't told much。 They were scuba diving and there was an explosion on the boat。 The dive captain was also killed。 A native of the islands。 They're trying to get the bodies home now。〃
〃Where were their wives？〃
〃At home； thankfully。 It was a business trip。〃
〃I can't picture Hodge。〃
〃Joe was a tall blond…headed guy who didn't say much。 The kind you meet but don't remember。 He was a Harvard man like yourself。〃
〃How old was he？〃
〃He and Marty were both thirty…four。 He would've made partner after Marty。 They were very close。 I guess we're all close； especially now。〃
With all ten fingernails he bed his hair straight back。 He stood and walked to dry ground。 Water poured from his shirttail and the cuffs of his pants。 He stopped near Mitch and looked blankly at the treetops next door。 〃How's the BMW？〃
〃It's great。 A fine car。 Thanks for delivering it。〃
〃When did you arrive？〃
〃This morning。 I've already put three hundred miles on it。〃
〃Did the interior woman show up？〃
〃Yeah。 She and Abby spent next year's salary。〃
〃That's nice。 Nice house。 We're glad you're here； Mitch。 I'm just sorry about the circumstances。 You'll like it here。〃
〃You don't have to apologize。〃
〃I still don't believe it。 I'm numb； paralyzed。 I shudder at the thought of seeing Marty's wife and the kids。 I'd rather be lashed with a bullwhip than go over there。〃
The women appeared； walked across the wooden patio deck and down the steps to the pool。 Kay found the faucet and the sprinkler was silenced。
They left Chickasaw Gardens and drove west with the traffic toward downtown； into the fading sun。 They held hands； but said little。 Mitch opened the sunroof and rolled down the windows。 Abby picked through a box of old cassettes and found Springsteen。 The stereo worked fine。 〃Hungry Heart〃 blew from the windows as the little shiny roadster made its way toward the river。 The warm； sticky； humid Memphis summer air settled in with the dark。 Softball fields came to life as teams of fat men with tight polyester pants and lime…green and fluorescent…yellow shirts laid chalk lines and prepared to do battle。 Cars full of teenagers crowded into fast…food joints to drink beer and gossip and check out the opposite sex。 Mitch began to smile。 He tried to forget about Lamar； and Kozinski and Hodge。 Why should he be sad？ They were not his friends。 He was sorry for their families； but he did not really know these people。 And he； Mitchell Y。 McDeere； a poor kid with no family； had much to be happy about。 Beautiful wife； new house； new car； new job； new Harvard degree。 A brilliant mind and a solid body that did not gain weight and needed little sleep。 Eighty thousand a year； for now。 In two years he could be in six figures； and all he had to do was work ninety hours a week。 Piece of cake。
He pulled into a self…serve and pumped fifteen gallons。 He paid inside and bought a six…pack of Michelob。 Abby opened two； and they darted back into the traffic。 He was smiling now。
〃Let's eat；〃 he said。
〃We're not exactly dressed；〃 she said。
He stared at her long； brown legs。 She wore a white cotton skirt； above the knees； with a white cotton button…down。 He had shorts； deck shoes and a faded black polo。 〃With legs like that； you could get us into any restaurant in New York。〃
〃How about the Rendezvous？ The dress seemed casual。〃
〃Great idea。〃
They paid to park in a lot downtown and walked two blocks to a narrow alley。 The smell of barbecue mixed with the summer air and hung like a fog close to the pavement。 The aroma filtered gently through the nose； mouth and eyes and caused a rippling sensation deep in the stomach。 Smoke poured into the alley from vents running underground into the massive ovens where the best pork ribs were barbecued in the best barbecue restaurant i