When he arrived at the Parish Hall, there was a single vehicle parked in the drive - an ancient Ford1 Bronco with a camper on the back and a sign reading SONNY TROTTS PAINTING CARETAKING GENERAL CARPENTRY on each of the doors. Mort saw Sonny himself, a short man of about forty with no hair and merry eyes, on a scaffolding. He was painting in great sweeps while the boom box beside him played something Las Vegasy by Ed Ames or Tom Jones -one of those fellows who sang with the top three buttons of their shirts undone2, anyway.
'Hi, Sonny!' Mort called.
Sonny went on painting, sweeping3 back and forth4 in almost perfect rhythm as Ed Ames or whoever it was asked the musical questions what is a man, what has he got. They were questions Mort had asked himself a time or two, although without the horn section.
'Sonny!'
Sonny jerked. White paint flew from the end of his brush, and for an alarming moment Mort thought he might actually topple off the scaffold. Then he caught one of the ropes, turned, and looked down. 'Why, Mr Rainey!' he said. 'You gave me a helluva turn!'
For some reason Mort thought of the doorknob in Disney's Alice in Wonderland and had to suppress a violent bray5 of laughter.
'Mr Rainey? You okay?'
'Yes Mort swallowed crooked6. It was a trick he had learned in parochial school about a thousand years ago, and was the only foolproof way to keep from laughing he had ever found. Like most good tricks that worked, it hurt. 'I thought you were going to fall off.'
'Not me,' Sonny said with a laugh of his own. He killed the voice coming from the boom box as it set off on a fresh voyage of emotion. 'Tom might fall off, maybe, but not me.'
'Where is Tom?' Mort asked. 'I wanted to talk to him.'
'He called early and said he couldn't make it today. I told him that was okay, there wasn't enough work for both of us anyways.'
Sonny looked down upon Mort confidentially7.
'There is, a' course, but Tom ladled too much onto his plate this time. This ain't no job for a older fella. He said he was all bound up in his back. Must be, too. Didn't sound like himself at all.'
'What time was that?' Mort asked, trying hard to sound casual.
'Early,' Sonny said. 'Six or so. I was just about to step into the old shitatorium for my morning constitutional. Awful regular, I am.' Sonny sounded extremely proud of this. 'Course Tom, he knows what time I rise and commence my doins.'
'But he didn't sound so good?'
'Nope. Not like himself at all.' Sonny paused, frowning. He looked as if he was trying very hard to remember something. Then he gave a little shrug8 and went on. 'Wind off the lake was fierce yesterday. Probably took a cold. But Tommy's iron. Give him a day or two and he'll be fine. I worry more about him gettin preoccupated and walkin the plank9.' Sonny indicated the floor of the scaffold with his brush, sending a riffle of white drops marching up the boards past his shoes. 'Can I do anything for you, Mr Rainey?'
'No,' Mort said. There was a dull ball of dread10, like a piece of crumpled11 canvas, under his heart. 'Have you seen Greg, by the way?'
'Greg Carstairs?'
'Yes.'
'Not this morning. Course, he deals with the carriage trade.' Sonny laughed. 'Rises later'n the rest of us, he does.'
'Well, I thought he was going to come by and see Tom, too,' Mort said. 'Do you mind if I wait a little? He might show up.'
'Be my guest,' Sonny said. 'You mind the music?'
'Not at all.'
'You can get some wowser tapes off the TV these days. All you gotta do is give em your MasterCard number. Don't even have to pay for the call. It's a eight-hundred number.' He bent12 toward the boom box, then looked earnestly down at Mort. 'This is Roger Whittaker,' he said in low and reverent13 tones.
'Oh.'
Sonny pushed PLAY. Roger Whittaker told them there were times (he was sure they knew) when he bit off more than he could chew. That was also something Mort had done without the horn section. He strolled to the edge of the driveway and tapped absently at his shirt pocket. He was a little surprised to find that the old pack of L & M's, now reduced to a single hardy14 survivor15, was in there. He lit the last cigarette, wincing16 in anticipation17 of the harsh taste. But it wasn't bad. It had, in fact, almost no taste at all ... as if the years had stolen it away.
That's not the only thing the years have stolen.
How true. Irrelevant18, but true. He smoked and looked at the road. Now Roger Whittaker was telling him and Sonny that a ship lay loaded in the harbor, and that soon for England they would sail. Sonny Trotts sang the last word of each line. No more; just the last word. Cars and trucks went back and forth on Route 23. Greg's Ford Ranger19 did not come. Mort pitched away his cigarette, looked at his watch, and saw it was quarter to ten. He understood that Greg, who was almost religiously punctual, was not coming, either.
Shooter got them both.
Oh, bullshit! You don't know that!
Yes I do. The hat. The car. The keys.
You're not just Jumping to conclusions, you're leaping to them.
The hat. The car. The keys.
He turned and walked back toward the scaffold. 'I guess he forgot,' he said, but Sonny didn't hear him. He was swaying back and forth, lost in the art of painting and the soul of Roger Whittaker.
Mort got back into his car and drove away. Lost in his own thoughts, he never heard Sonny call after him.
The music probably would have covered it, anyway.
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