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of my gentlemen admirers.”
It goes like that between us. Always has, always will.
“You have any particular boyfriends you want to tell me about?”
Nana cackled again. “No, but I suspect you have a girlfriend you want to talk to me about. Let me get decent. Put on some water for my tea. There’s lemon meringue pie in the fridge, at least there
was
pie. You
do
know that I have gentlemen admirers, Alex?”
“I’ll put on the tea,” I said. “The lemon meringue has already gone to pie heaven.”
A few minutes passed before Nana appeared in the kitchen. She was wearing the cutest housedress, blue stripes with big white buttons down the front. She looked as if she were ready to begin her day at half past twelve in the morning.
“I have two words for you, Alex. Marry her.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not what you think, old woman. It’s not that simple.”
She poured some steaming tea for herself. “Oh, it is absolutely that simple, granny son. You’ve got that spring in your step lately, a nice gleam in your eyes. You’re
long gone,
mister. You’re just the last one to hear about it. Tell me something. This is a serious question.”
I sighed. “You’re still a little high from your sweet dreams. What? Ask your silly question.”
“Well, it’s this. If I was to charge you, say, ninety dollars for our sessions,
then
would you be more likely to take my fantastic advice?”
We both laughed at her sly joke, her unique brand of humor.
“Christine doesn’t want to see me.”
“Oh, dear,” Nana said.
“Yeah, oh, dear. She can’t see herself involved with a homicide detective.”
Nana smiled. “The more I hear about Christine Johnson, the more I like her. Smart lady. Good head on those pretty shoulders.”
“Are you going to let me talk?” I asked.
Nana frowned and gave me her serious look. “You always get to say what you want, just not at the exact moment you want to say it. Do you love this woman?”
“From the first time I saw her, I felt something extraordinary. Heart leads head. I know that sounds crazy.”
She shook her head and still managed to sip steaming hot tea. “Alex, as smart as you are, you sometimes seem to get everything backwards. You don’t sound crazy at all. You sound like you’re better for the first time since Maria died. Will you look at the evidence that we have here? You have a spring back in your step again. Your eyes are bright and smiling. You’re even being nice to me lately. Put it all together — your heart is working again.”
“She’s afraid that I could die on the job. Her husband was murdered, remember?”
Nana rose from her chair at the kitchen table. She shuffled around to my side, and she stood very close to me. She was so much smaller than she used to be, and that worried me. I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.
“I love you, Alex,” she said. “Whatever you do, I’ll still love you.
Marry her.
At least live with Christine.” She laughed to herself. “I can’t believe I said that.”
Nana gave me a kiss, and then headed back to bed.
“I
do too
have suitors,” she called from the hall.
“Marry one,” I called back at her.
“I’m not in love, lemon meringue man. You are.”
Chapter 24
F IRST THING in the morning, 6:35 to be the exact, Sampson and I took the Metroliner to New York’s Penn Station. It was almost as fast as driving to the airport, parking, finagling with the airlines — and besides, I wanted to do some thinking about
trains.
A theory that Soneji was the Penn Station slasher had been advanced by the NYPD. I’d have to know more about the killings in New York, but it was the kind of high-profile situation that Soneji had been drawn to in the past.
The train ride was quiet and comfortable, and I had the opportunity to think about Soneji for much of the trip. What I couldn’t reconcile was why Soneji was committing crimes that appeared to be acts of desperation. They seemed suicidal to me.
I
It goes like that between us. Always has, always will.
“You have any particular boyfriends you want to tell me about?”
Nana cackled again. “No, but I suspect you have a girlfriend you want to talk to me about. Let me get decent. Put on some water for my tea. There’s lemon meringue pie in the fridge, at least there
was
pie. You
do
know that I have gentlemen admirers, Alex?”
“I’ll put on the tea,” I said. “The lemon meringue has already gone to pie heaven.”
A few minutes passed before Nana appeared in the kitchen. She was wearing the cutest housedress, blue stripes with big white buttons down the front. She looked as if she were ready to begin her day at half past twelve in the morning.
“I have two words for you, Alex. Marry her.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not what you think, old woman. It’s not that simple.”
She poured some steaming tea for herself. “Oh, it is absolutely that simple, granny son. You’ve got that spring in your step lately, a nice gleam in your eyes. You’re
long gone,
mister. You’re just the last one to hear about it. Tell me something. This is a serious question.”
I sighed. “You’re still a little high from your sweet dreams. What? Ask your silly question.”
“Well, it’s this. If I was to charge you, say, ninety dollars for our sessions,
then
would you be more likely to take my fantastic advice?”
We both laughed at her sly joke, her unique brand of humor.
“Christine doesn’t want to see me.”
“Oh, dear,” Nana said.
“Yeah, oh, dear. She can’t see herself involved with a homicide detective.”
Nana smiled. “The more I hear about Christine Johnson, the more I like her. Smart lady. Good head on those pretty shoulders.”
“Are you going to let me talk?” I asked.
Nana frowned and gave me her serious look. “You always get to say what you want, just not at the exact moment you want to say it. Do you love this woman?”
“From the first time I saw her, I felt something extraordinary. Heart leads head. I know that sounds crazy.”
She shook her head and still managed to sip steaming hot tea. “Alex, as smart as you are, you sometimes seem to get everything backwards. You don’t sound crazy at all. You sound like you’re better for the first time since Maria died. Will you look at the evidence that we have here? You have a spring back in your step again. Your eyes are bright and smiling. You’re even being nice to me lately. Put it all together — your heart is working again.”
“She’s afraid that I could die on the job. Her husband was murdered, remember?”
Nana rose from her chair at the kitchen table. She shuffled around to my side, and she stood very close to me. She was so much smaller than she used to be, and that worried me. I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.
“I love you, Alex,” she said. “Whatever you do, I’ll still love you.
Marry her.
At least live with Christine.” She laughed to herself. “I can’t believe I said that.”
Nana gave me a kiss, and then headed back to bed.
“I
do too
have suitors,” she called from the hall.
“Marry one,” I called back at her.
“I’m not in love, lemon meringue man. You are.”
Chapter 24
F IRST THING in the morning, 6:35 to be the exact, Sampson and I took the Metroliner to New York’s Penn Station. It was almost as fast as driving to the airport, parking, finagling with the airlines — and besides, I wanted to do some thinking about
trains.
A theory that Soneji was the Penn Station slasher had been advanced by the NYPD. I’d have to know more about the killings in New York, but it was the kind of high-profile situation that Soneji had been drawn to in the past.
The train ride was quiet and comfortable, and I had the opportunity to think about Soneji for much of the trip. What I couldn’t reconcile was why Soneji was committing crimes that appeared to be acts of desperation. They seemed suicidal to me.
I
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