From the Corner of His Eye

served as a vehicle by which some older citizens, in financial crisis, could receive money in a way that spared their dignity, gave them hope, and repaired their damaged self esteem. Agnes asked Obadiah to enrich the project by accepting a one year grant to record the story of his life with the help of the head librarian.
        Clearly touched and intrigued, the magician nevertheless circled the offer in search of reasons to decline, before at last shaking his head sadly. "I doubt that I'm the caliber of person you're looking for, Mrs. Lampion. I wouldn't be entirely a credit to your project."
        "Nonsense. What on earth are you talking about?"
        Holding up his misshapen hands, knobby knuckles toward Agnes, Obadiah said, "How do you think they became like this?"
        "Arthritis?" she ventured.
        "Poker." Keeping his hands high, like a penitent confessing sin at a revival meeting and asking God to wash him clean, Obadiah said, "My specialty was close-up magic. Oh, I pulled a rabbit out of a hat more than once, silk scarves from thin air, doves from silk scarves. But close was my love. Coins, but mostly… cards."
        As he said cards, the magician turned a knowing look toward Edom, eliciting from him a responding frown of puzzlement.
        "But I had greater facility with cards than most magicians. I trained with Moses Moon, greatest card mechanic of his generation."
        On mechanic, he again glanced meaningfully at Edom, who felt a response was expected. When he opened his mouth, he could think of nothing to say, except that at Sanriku, Japan, on June 15, 1896, a 110 foot-high wave, triggered by an undersea quake, killed 27,100 people, most while they were in prayer at a Shinto festival. Even to Edom, this seemed to be an inappropriate comment, so he said nothing.,
        "Do you know what a card mechanic does, Mrs. Lampion?"
        "Call me Agnes. And I assume card mechanics don't repair cards."
        Slowly rotating his raised hands before his eyes, as if he saw them young and supple-fingered, the magician described the amazing manipulations that a master card mechanic could perform. Though he spoke without flash or filigree, he made these feats of skill sound more sorcerous than hares from hats, doves from scarves, and blondes bisected by buzz saws.
        Edom listened with the rapt attention of a man whose most daring act had been the purchase of a yellow-and-white Ford Country Squire station wagon.
        "When I couldn't get enough nightclub and theater bookings for my magic act anymore… I turned to gambling."
        Sitting forward in his armchair, Obadiah lowered his hands to his knees, and in thoughtful silence, he stared at them.
        Then: "I traveled city to city, seeking high-stakes poker games.
        They're illegal but not hard to find. I cheated for a living."
        He'd never taken too much from any one game. He was a discreet thief, charming his victims with amusing patter. Because he was so ingratiating and seemed only mildly lucky, no one begrudged him his winnings. Soon, he was more flush than he'd ever been as a magician.
        "Living high. When I wasn't on the road, I had a fine house here in Bright Beach, not this rental shack I'm in now, but a nice little place with an ocean view. You can guess what went wrong."
        Greed. So easy, taking money from the rubes. Soon, instead of peeling off a little from each game, he sought bigger kills.
        "So I drew attention to myself. Raised suspicions. One night, in St. Louis, this rube recognized me from my performing days, even though I'd changed my looks. It was a high-stakes game, but the players weren't high-class. They ganged up on me, beat me, and then smashed my hands, one finger at a time, with a tire iron."
        Edom shivered. "At least the tidal wave at Sanriku was quick."
        "That was five years ago. After more surgeries than I care to remember, I was left with these." He raised his goblin hands again. "There's pain in humid weather, less when it's dry. I can take care of myself, but I'll never be a card mechanic again… or a magician."
        For a moment, none of them spoke. The silence was as flawless as the preternatural hush reputed to precede the biggest quakes.
        Even Barty appeared to be transfixed.
        Then Agnes said, "Well, it's clear to me that you won't be able to talk out your life in just one year. Should be a two-year