the rummage shop, trading words and riddles. Maybe things like that happened when you got to Benâs age, he thought. It was no skin off his back. Maybe, one morning, heâd even find Tidewater in the living room, wrapping black straps around his pale arms. Sam blew through his lips, sideways. That would be rich.
âHere,â Tidewater said, and held the envelope toward Sam. The manâs voice was soft again. He seemed hesitant, embarrassed. âIâd planned to share this with your father, but he has forfeited his chance. âMy son,â he said to me, âwill take my place.â If you have the time, then, Iâd likeâ¦â
He set the envelope down, on the kitchen table. âItâs something Iâve been working on which I hope youâll read. It has to do with baseball.â
âYeah,â Sam said. He tried to figure, quickly, which would be the easy way out. âBen said something once, about when you were young. He looks up to you.â
âBen knows much of what is in hereâIâve shown him sections from time to time. Perhaps, after he leaves, youâll come to my apartment sometime, and we can talk.â
âSure,â Sam said, and sighed. âOne of these first days.â
Tidewater stood and approached Sam, his eyes bulging forward, revealing his anger. âDo not talk to me like that. I told you before: your father is worried about you. Iâd like to help. Heâs making a mistake.â Sam watched the manâs tongue, how it flicked his lips, his teeth. He saw a streak of darker skin inside Tidewaterâs mouthâheâd seen it before: the man with the two-toned tongue, heâd called him. Tidewaterâs breath, sweet like honey, washed over Samâs face, but Sam stood his ground, looked straight into the manâs eyes. It was relaxing himâa surpriseâsimply to see the guy get carried away, out of control. The envelope was in front of Samâs chin, held forward, and Sam tried to imagine what would happen between them, after Ben was gone, if he refused to read it. There was Flo to think about too; she might feel sorry for the guy. âItâs important to me that you read it, that you know. When youâre done, you do not have to say anything if you donât want to, though I would welcome your reaction. Please? Iââ
âSure,â Sam said, and he took the envelope. What would it cost him, except a few hours, and once it was out of the way, maybe the guy would let him be. âIâll take a look at it.â There was no point in saying anything about Benâs leavingâbut he could understand that too: how upset the guy might be, and how Flo might take his side.
âIt is the story, not of my life, but of one part of my lifeâthe part that was most crucial for me. I hopeââ
âYou donât have to explain,â Sam said. âI said Iâd take a look.â
Tidewater was sitting again, his head back, as if dreaming. Maybe Ben had had this figured too, Sam thoughtâmaybe it was just another favor he needed from Sam, one which, with his ways, he couldnât have asked for directly. Sam wondered if Ben had told the hospital story to Tidewater, and if that was the reason the guy seemed to trust Sam so much. Then too, Ben might have bragged about Samâs knowledge of sportsâhe was a father, after all. Sam held the envelope and listenedâ¦
âMy earliest memoryâor what I remember as being my earliest memory,â Tidewater was saying, âis connected with your father, you see. It is of a game we played on the weed-grown lawn of an old wood house situated across the road from our own housesâdid he tell you that we lived, for several years, side by side?âand behind the houses and gardens of our neighbors.â He stopped. âHas Benâor Andyâever told you about their house, the
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