to consider it for a minute.
âI donât think I have an opinion as to right or wrong,â he said, âbut the question which comes to mind is: Why? Why do you want that?â
âWhy? Well, Iâll tell you why, Charles. Firstly,â grasping the little finger of her left hand, âI think it would be fun. Iâve never done that before. Secondly,â adding the fourth finger to her grip, âI think definitely I would succeed. And finally,â adding the middle finger, âbecause of the children. The grandchildren too. But because of the children, thereâs no alternative.â
âI donât think I understand that,â the Counselor said. âWhy is there no alternative?â
âWell, the children are hopeless, you see? We all know that,â glancing quickly at Barger, then at me, then back at the Counselor. âIt is not their fault, poor darlings. It was Bobâs fault. He never trusted them in the business. I used to tell him that, but of course it was too late by then. For him they were always children. Yes, of course he took them into the business, but they were always â¦â She paused, then arched her neck and laughed aloud. âAhhh, New York! How I love New York ⦠the Yiddish language in New York! Schleppers , do you know the word, Charles? Thatâs all he ever let them be in the business: schleppers . Not Sally so much, sheâs too headstrong. But the boys. Theyâre so weak, theyâre not really men yet. Young Bob, do you see him running the business? He never liked me, but I donât blame him for that. His mother died; I wasnât his mother; his father loved me; his father married me; I was a threat to him. All natural things. But does that mean he should be running a big business?â
The Counselor didnât answer, but Margie didnât seem to need him to. Her voice, which had softened while she went about burying the Magister children, now took on a sharp edge.
âI know what you think. Everybody thinks the same thing. Iâm an opportunist, isnât that what they say? Worse things. Well, I say to them: Whatâs so wrong, in the land of opportunity, with being an opportunist? Isnât that how youâre supposed to be, in New York? In Europe, of course, it would be impossible. Unthinkable for a woman. But in America?
âIâll tell you the truth, Charlesâbut off the record, please. When I married Bob, I was an opportunist. I made a calculation. Thatâs very European. He was old, dying, when I met him. Me? I was nothing, and I was tired of being nothing. It wasnât so much of a marriage, but I made my ⦠how shall I say? ⦠accommodations. He needed a nurse, not a wife. He was cranky, sometimes nasty. Sometimes he wet his bed at night, so I changed his sheets. But he loved me, and I gave him ⦠what? ⦠two more years of life. Do you know what he used to say to me when he was in the nasty moods? âIt is better than being dead.â So. He had two more years of life because of me, is that such a crime?â
She took her sunglasses off and gazed intently at the Counselor, insistent on his reaction.
âI would have called it admirable,â he said. âBut is what youâre trying to tell me that that gave you the right to run Magister?â
She shrugged, and her lower lip protruded upward in a sort of sulky, pouty expression.
âYouâre so harsh, Charles,â she said. âRoy said you would be harsh. No, not the right . But itâs what Bob would have wanted.â
âDo you have documentation of that?â the Counselor asked.
âOnly up here,â she answered, tapping the side of her forehead with her forefinger.
By this time weâd gotten through the strawberries, with or without cream, and into the coffee and cognac. She served the coffee in those little demitasse cups I canât stand. I mean: one swallow and
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