it?â
âAfraid not.â
âWell, thereâs a part in the show where the genie, whoâs really fucking bent out of shape, just turns to the camera and gives this fucking
smile.
Scared the shit out of me. Even today, I cringe whenever a phone book commercial comes on TV.â Another nervous laugh. This time, Alan couldnât help but smile at him. âWhen Owen turned and smiled at me in that alley, that was what he looked likeâfucking James Earl Jones done up as Aladdinâs genie. Had I been in worse shape, I could have had a heart attack right then and there.
ââHow you been?â I asked him. âHavenât seen you in a while.â
ââBeen around,â he says, his voice gravelly. Thankfully, he turns away from me, and I donât have to look at that hideous smile anymore.
ââFolks been worried about you,â I tell him. âYou been going down to the lake?â Because, see, this was well before Landry followed Sophie to the lake that night. Jury was still out.
ââDo you see it?â he says, ignoring my question. Heâs staring at the roof of the Laundromat again with that same intense expression. In fact, heâs squinting while practically standing on his tiptoes.
ââSee what?â I say.
ââItâs gone.â And thereâs some resignation in his voice. âYou must have scared it off.â
ââMust have scared what off?â
ââTheyâre all over the place now. Been following me. You just missed one up there.â Owen points to the roof.âMust have heard you call my name. Theyâre temperamental like that.â
ââI donât know what youâre talking about,â I say. And suddenly I didnât care, either, because I knew he was about to face meâand offer that hideous genieâs smile. Which he did. And my blood ran cold all over again.
ââIt donât matter,â he says calmly enough.
ââYou and Sophie been going down to the lake, havenât you?â I say againâonly this time I made the mistake of mentioning his wife. I knew it was a mistake the second the words came tumbling out of my mouth, but there was nothing I could do about it.
ââDonât talk about her,â he practically growls at me.
âI could see the discolored patches under his eyes and his sallow complexion, and for one split second, he seemed to
age
right there in front of me. Like those time-lapse films that show the entire life of a flower in a matter of seconds? He just seemed to grow old.
âAnd later that night, lying in bed and unable to sleep, I would think about how he looked so old and wonder if the lake did that to himâthat it wasnât only his worsening depression about his wifeâs affair, which half the town already knew about, but the lake itself. As if the lake was physically draining him. For the first time I wondered if in order to heal some people the lake had to drain that energy from others.â Hank paused, almost as if he wanted those words to sink in.
âEither way,â Hank said after a moment, âI donât say another word to Owen. He shuffles by me, one shoulder dragging along the brick alley wall, until he reaches themouth of the alley where it spills onto Market Street. He pauses there and cranes his neck.
Please donât smile. Please donât smile,
Iâm thinking, mentally crossing my fingers. Thankfully, he doesnât. He just peers at the roof of the building and screws his face all up, as if lost in contemplation.
ââYou didnât see it?â he asks me. I shake my head and this seems to suffice, because he rolls his shoulders in returnâoddly casual, I remember thinkingâand hobbles back to his old Duster and drives home. That was three days before Landry followed Sophie out of the house and about a week before Owen killed
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