when they were really going to eat.
âDid a shipment arrive from Sri Lanka this morning?â Harold asked.
âNot that I know of.â
âProbably still in customs. Juja is sending some yellow sapphires they say are the finest theyâve found in years.â
âCooked goods?â
âThey say not but I hear Juja is hurting, so they could be cutting back on reliability. Look into it.â
âSure.â
âThe whole fucking market is hurting,â Harold grumbled, as though the thought was more lenient let out. He munched and asked, âHeard from Gayle?â
âNo.â
âI spoke to her last night early.â
âWhere is she?â
âWith her Aunt Miriam in Rancho Santa Fe, but she doesnât want you running down there.â
Grady tried to recall anyone ever mentioning an Aunt Miriam. âWhenâs she coming back?â
âAs soon as everythingâs settled. It would only be confusing and painful for her if she came back now.â
âWhatâs not settled?â
âGayle wants a divorce.â
Grady allowed the words to sink in. They didnât have the impact they should have. âShouldnât she be telling me?â
Harold sat up so his words would be right at Grady. âLook, BowmanââWhat happened to Grady? Grady thoughtââI didnât have you over here today to get tangled up in your emotional attitudes. It just happens that Gayle says she wants a divorce and Iâm not the one to talk her out of it. Hell, divorce is no big deal, just an evolutionary paragraph, so to speak, a kind of healthful hitch that breaks up the tedium. Know what I mean?â
Grady knew. Heâd heard it from Harold a number of times before, nearly syllable for syllable, Haroldâs condensed rationale for his four failed marriages. Once at a dinner gathering someone had pressed Harold to explain those words, and all Harold could do was repeat them.
âNo,â Harold continued, âI very definitely donât want my life sullied by your resentments and despondency.â
Why presume Iâm despondent? Grady thought.
âNaturally my favor falls on Gayleâs side,â Harold said, âand Iâll be looking out for her interests.â
âVery definitely and naturally.â
âAre you ridiculing me?â
Grady looked away.
âAnyway, Bowman, what you and I have to straighten out has to do with business.â
âLike what?â
âTo get right to the bone of it, considering the deterioration of your and Gayleâs relationship, I donât see how youâll be able to function comfortably in the firm.â
Heâs right, Grady thought.
âNeither of us wants to suffer that kind of aggravation, do we?â
Grady thought he sure didnât, said so.
Harold flashed his gold crown. âGood. Iâve always had faith in your business sense.â
Always isnât forever, Grady thought. Always is as long as there isnât a hitch, no need for an evolutionary paragraph. He didnât know whether he should laugh or be bitter.
âOf course, Iâll help you get resituated any way I can.â Another gold flash. âActually itâs been a pretty good ride, ten years, hasnât it?â
What shit, Grady thought.
Haroldâs face tightened again. âThe other matter we have to set right is the house,â he said.
Grady gathered Harold meant the house in Mill Valley. When he and Gayle were first married theyâd lived in a leased apartment on Russian Hill. Gayle seemed to be satisfied with it for a while, less than a year, really, but then insisted on the house. Harold insisted on financing it, as though his holding the mortgage was a gift. âIn case thereâs ever a sudden need to have it free and clear,â heâd said. It was all drawn up tightly, the 30 percent down, the monthly payments including interest. A fifteen-year
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