The Glass Rainbow (Dave Robicheaux 18) - Page 24

“I was watching the news and fell asleep.”

She looked at the darkened screen of the television set. “What did you want to tell me earlier?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You’re a case.”

She went into her bedroom and put on her pajamas. I heard her pull back the covers on her bed and lie down. I took a blanket and a spare pillow out of the hall closet and went into her room and spread the blanket on the floor. I lay down on top of it, my arm resting on my forehead.

“Dave, no one is this crazy,” she said.

“I know.”

“I’m not ten years old anymore.”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“Stop acting like this,” she said.

“To try to control the lives of other people is a form of arrogance. The only form of behavior that is more arrogant is to claim that we know the will of God. I owe you an apology. I’ve tried to impose my will on you all your life.”

“I appreciate what you say. But that doesn’t change the real problem, does it?”

“What’s the real problem?”

“You don’t approve of Kermit.”

“I think at heart he’s probably a decent man. But that’s not my judgment to make.”

“What about Robert Weingart?”

“I have nothing to say about him.” The only sound in the room was the sweep of wind in the trees and the ping of an acorn on the roof. I propped myself up on my elbow. “You want to tell me something?” I asked.

“Robert met us at Bojangles,” she said. “A Vietnamese girl works in there. She brought us our drinks, and he told her he’d ordered iced tea without sweetener rather than white wine. He said he was going to write tonight and he never drank before he wrote. But I heard him. He ordered wine. When she took it back, he watched her all the way to the bar with this ugly smile. Why would he do that?”

“Maybe he just forgot what he ordered.”

“No, I could see it in his eyes. He enjoyed it.”

“Where was Kermit when this happened?”

“In the men’s room.”

“Did you tell him about it?”

“No.”

I didn’t think it was the time to force her to think about the nature of Kermit’s relationship with Weingart. “Maybe you should just forget about Weingart. Kermit will come to a resolution about him at some point in his life.”

“What do you mean by ‘resolution’?”

“They seem quite close.”

“What are you implying?”

“Nothing. They’re both artists. Kermit sees a different person in Weingart from the one you do, or at least the Robert Weingart you were sitting with tonight.”

I heard her fix her pillow. Then she looked down at me. “Good night, Dave,” she said.

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