His mind was blank. "Look, I'm headed across town. Can I give you a ride?"
"I'm going to Temple," she said. "You going anywhere near there?"
"Right past it," he said.
"Then yes, thank you, I would like a ride," she said.
"Great," Charley said.
She walked to the car and got in. When he got behind the wheel and glanced at her, she had her hand out.
"Margaret McCarthy," she said. "Bob McCarthy is my uncle, my father's brother."
"I'm pleased to meet you," Charley said.
He turned the key, which resulted in a grinding of the starter gears, as the engine was already running. He winced.
"So what are you doing at Temple?" he asked a moment or so later.
"Going for my B.S. in nursing."
"Your what?"
"I'm already an RN," she said. "So I came here to get a degree. Bachelor of Science, in Nursing. I live in Baltimore."
"Oh," Charley said, digesting that. "How long will that take?"
"About eighteen months," she said. "I'm carrying a heavy load."
"Oh."
What the hell did she mean by that?
"I'm a cop," he said.
She giggled.
"I would never have guessed," she said.
"Oh, Christ!" he said.
"Uncle Bob sent us the clippings from the newspaper," Margaret McCarthy said, "when you caught that murderer "
"Really?"
"My father said he thought you would wind up on the other side of the bars," she said, laughing. And then she added, "Oh, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's all right," he said.
"You put a golf ball through his windshield," she said. "Do you remember that? Playing stickball?"
"Yeah," Charley said, remembering. "My old man beat hell out of me."
"So, do you like being a policeman?"
"I liked it better when I was plainclothes," he said. "But, yeah, I like it all right."
"I don't know what that means," she said.