Everybody thought that Laura and David had secretly eloped to Australia to avoid the media attention. That was only partially true. The main reason they had run off had just stuck her head through the door. Laura wondered what she should do. She wanted so much to learn from Stan’s mistake, to let go of her anger and reach out to her mother but:

‘Laura, I want to talk to you.’

‘Sure, Mom. What is it?’

‘It’s about that boy you’re seeing.’

‘David?’

‘I thought I told you I didn’t want you to see him anymore.’

‘You did. A few times.’

‘So why aren’t you listening to me?’

‘Because I’m not eighteen anymore. I can see who I want to.’

‘But I don’t like this boy.’

‘Good thing you’re not dating him then.’

‘Don’t be such a smart-ass, Laura. I don’t want you seeing him.’

‘Why don’t you like him? You won’t even speak to him.’

‘I don’t have to. I know the type.’

‘The type? What the hell does that mean?’

‘Playboys with lots of money. That’s not for you.’

‘You know I wouldn’t be with him if he was like that.’

‘You’d be surprised what men could get away with.’

‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Just what it said.’

‘Well, David is not like that.’

‘Stop seeing him, Laura. That’s the end of the discussion. ’

‘I’m not going to stop seeing him. I happen to be in love with him.’

Pause. ‘Oh no, Laura, please tell me you didn’t mean that.’

‘Why? I don’t underst – ’

‘Exactly! You don’t understand. Just trust me on this. He’s not right for you. Look at his family history. His father – ’

‘He’s not his father! And how the hell do you know about that anyway?’

‘Please, Laura, I’m begging you. It can only lead to disaster. End it with him now before it’s too late.’

Now Laura’s eyes locked onto her mother’s for a brief moment. Most people remarked on how much Laura looked like Mary and to Laura’s way of seeing things, this was quite a compliment. She wanted to stand, to walk over, to throw her arms around her mother, to forgive her. But the pain was still too great, the need to blame someone for what happened – however unfairly – too strong to do any of those things.

Laura lowered her eyes and turned away.

Gloria stood in the corner, her hands fluttering nervously about her face. She looked across the room at her sister. Why does something like this happen to someone like David and Laura? Gloria had spent her life taunting Death, teasing him, dangling her life within his grasp. For some reason, he had never snatched it; she was never worth the effort. It was the good he wanted, those that mattered, those like David. Death did not have time for the insignificant.

She turned toward the bar her father had set up for the mourners. For the first time since Laura had dragged her to the clinic, Gloria really craved a drink, a toke, a snort, anything artificial that would deaden her nerves. Her father realized it. He and Dr Jennifer Harris, Gloria’s shrink, had not left her alone, and she was grateful for that.

Gloria was getting stronger. Most were amazed at how far she had come. But she had a long way to go. By now, she was well enough to know that she was far from fully recovered, that her progress and indeed the substance of her life were still fragile.

So she did not mind her father’s watchful eye, which was on her even now as he spoke with Timmy Daniels, one of David’s teammates. It felt nice. She smiled at him and turned back toward where her sister was sitting.

Gloria’s whole body quivered. She bit her lip. One little toke. One little snort. That’s all she needed. Then she would be fine. Then she could make it through the rest of the day. Then she would be able to sleep until tomorrow.

And what about tomorrow? Maybe two tokes, two snorts? And then what? She knew. She would start tumbling, tumbling until she didn’t care if she woke up in the morning, tumbling until she once again crashed at the bottom. And this time she would never find the strength to climb out.

A finger tapped her shoulder. She quickly spun. The man who had tapped her was very handsome and she recognized the face, if not the man, right away.

His voice was soft. ‘Excuse me for intruding. If you want to be alone…’

‘No, that’s okay.’

‘You must be Gloria.’

She nodded.

‘My name is Stan Baskin. I’m David’s brother.’

‘I’m so sorry about your brother. I loved him very much. He was a wonderful person.’

Stan lowered his head in a nod. ‘I loved him too, Gloria.’

‘It’s not fair.’

‘I… I just can’t believe my brother is really dead. I keep asking why this happened, if I did something…’

‘You?’

‘The truth is we fought a lot the last few years. You can’t imagine how much I regret the past. I wonder if I had been a better brother…’

‘You shouldn’t torture yourself.’

‘I never had a chance to say I was sorry,’ he continued,

‘to tell him how much I loved him.’ Stan took her hand then, his wet eyes finding hers. As much as she did not want to think such a thing right now, Gloria couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was very handsome, with looks that were similar to David’s. And the way he had opened up to her, the way he had not been afraid to be emotional in front of her… just like David.

She could see now that he was on the verge of tears again. She reached out to hold him but he drew away. ‘I’m sorry to be troubling you, Gloria.’

‘Don’t be silly.’

‘You’re so beautiful and you’ve been so kind to me. I hope we can see each other again soon.’

‘I hope so too.’

‘I’m a stranger in Boston, and I feel comfortable with you and your sister. I… I hope you don’t mind if I call you once in a while.’

Why did her heart leap so when he spoke? ‘I’d like that, Stan. I’d like that very much.’

Stan turned away from Gloria and began to walk away.

Did you see that body? I thought ol’ Stan My Man was going to pass out! A rollercoaster doesn’t have that many curves. And Gloria digs me, no doubt about that. I can always tell -

Bam!

Somebody bumped into Stan with a significant amount of power. The blow knocked Stan out of his daydream. When he focused, he saw a face he had not seen in almost a decade.

T.C. glared at him. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’ he hissed.

Stan quickly recovered. ‘Why, it’s little Terry Conroy. Long time no see. You’ve put on a few pounds, old buddy.’

‘I asked you a question.’

‘Can’t a man mourn the death of his only brother?’

‘A man, yes. A piece of shit like you, no.’

‘Big talk from the city cop. You are a policeman now, aren’t you, T.C.?’

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Is this an official interrogation?’

‘Call it what you want.’

‘How about none of your business?’

‘How about I smash your head through a window?’

‘Good idea, T.C. Why don’t you make a big scene in front of everyone and disturb their mourning? How does that sound?’

‘If you dare bother anyone – ’

‘Please, T.C., would I do something like that?’

‘Get the hell out of here.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry. I was under the impression this was the Ayars’s house. I never realized it was yours. The Boston Police Department must pay very well.’

‘What are you doing in Boston anyway?’

‘Paying a condolence call to my lovely sister-in-law.’

‘Let me warn you, shithead, that if you harm her in any way – ’

‘T.C., can’t you see I’ve changed? I’m a new man.’

‘Shit doesn’t change its stink. It only breaks down into nothing.’

‘Colorfully put. I must remember that. Anyway, as much as I’ve enjoyed this conversation, I really must be going now.’

‘Back to Michigan?’

‘Not yet. I thought I might hang around Boston for a while.’

‘I wouldn’t advise it, Stan. This city can be awfully tough on strangers.’