âJackfish is on toward Terrace Bay. Weâll stop in Marathon tonight, rest up and be there in the morning. Just the way I promised.â She looks at us, as if weâve been whining all day.
âAnd what are we going to do in beautiful Jackfish, Gramma?â Two days on the road havenât left AmberLea any too perky either.
âUnfinished business. Believe the living and bury the dead.â
âIâve heard that before,â Al says.
GL nods. âMy big line in Shadow Street. Just because itâs from a movie doesnât mean it isnât true.â She looks back to AmberLea. âYouâll see tomorrow. A little secret between you and me.â She turns to me. âAnd we canât forget Spikeâs kiss for his Grandpa David, can we? Thenââshe waves a hand like it weighs forty poundsââAl can hightail it to Grand Portage or Fort Frances and duck into Minnesota if he wants.â
âWhat I wantââAl waves his phoneââis to find out if things have cooled off in Buffalo. I got a business to run.â
âAnd Iâm sure it needs all those baking supplies in the trunk,â says GL. âMaybe youâd like to drive us back then. You can thank us for saving you when you say goodbye.â
âYeah, how do we get back?â I say. âYou told me to say weâd be home tomorrow.â
âI may have been a little hasty on that,â says GL. She nods to the rest of the room. âOn the other hand, Iâll bet not many of these fine young men would turn down a little old lady and her lovely granddaughter if they were hitchhiking. Iâve done it before.â
â Really ?â says AmberLea. âGramma! When?â
âWhen I was your age. If it wasnât the stupidest thing Iâve ever done, it was close to it.â GL pats me on the arm. âIâm sure theyâd make room for our personal photographer on the bumper or the trailer hitch. Donât worry, Skeezix; just kidding. If Al doesnât want to go back, we can easily get a bus ticket. Or we could just get a cab.â
Before I can even begin to wonder if sheâs kidding, the waitress arrives with the food and GL digs out all her pills as the food is put down. When the waitress leaves, GL says, âScreen me.â She empties her water glass into the pot of plastic plants behind the booth; then out comes the gin bottle from her straw bag, under the table. She glugs some gin into the glass and whisks the bottle back into the bag as the waitress comes by with ketchup. âIf you have to take pills,â says GL, âit might as well be fun.â She gets down to it.
Sheâs a little wobbly on the way out to the car. Once sheâs in, she settles herself as if sheâs dozing again. But Iâm driving, and from the side I can see behind her sunglasses. Sheâs watching every inch of the way.
TWENTY-THREE
Not long before we get to Marathon, GL stirs herself. She roots around in her bag and gets busy fixing her makeup. Then she insists we pull over and put the top down on the car. âI want to make an entrance,â she says.
âTo Marathon?â AmberLea says.
âIndulge me. Iâm an old lady.â
Thereâs no real reason why not; itâs still a bright, sunny evening, even if itâs cooling off. Down goes the top. GL settles her hat and gets a cigarette pose going. We roll into town in style: a ninety-year-old bombshell, a blond ankle-scratcher with a vanishing chin, Buffaloâs King of Cannoli, a Chihuahua and a movie-geek chauffeur with bent glasses and a big need for a shower, all in a dented white Cadillac with stolen plates, a bullet hole, five big bags of something that might be icing sugar, and its own helium supply. Itâs not four gunslingers riding into town, but it might be the closest Iâll get.
âDamn,â says GL, as we roll past two kids bending over a
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