Hard News

Rune felt a chill of excitement. Here was her first confidential source.
    “Every year there’re dozens of people wrongly convicted in New York. Sometimes they get out, sometimes they don’t. It’s a scary thing to think it could happen.”
    “I think it’ll make a good story.”
    Swenson started down the hall back toward the exit. Rune followed him. He said, “They’ll give you the phone number of the warden in Harrison at the main desk.” He escorted her through the security gate and to the door. She said, “I’m glad I ran into you.”
    “Good luck,” he said. “I’ll look forward to that show.”

    chapter 5    
     
    WHEN RUNE CLIMBED UP THE GANGWAY ONTO HER HOUSE boat, which was rocking gently in the Hudson River off the west side of Greenwich Village, she heard crying inside. A child’s crying.
    Her hand hesitated at the deadbolt then she unlocked the door and walked inside.
    “Claire,” Rune said uncertainly. Then, because she couldn’t think of anything else to say, she added, “You’re still here.”
    In the middle of the living room the young woman was on her knees, comforting three-year-old Courtney. Claire nodded at Rune and gave her a sullen smile, then turned back to the little girl.
    “It’s okay, honey.”
    “What happened?”
    “She just fell. She’s okay.”
    Claire was a few years older than Rune. They looked a lot alike, except that Claire was into a beatnik phase, while Rune shunned the antique look for New Wave. Claire dyed her hair black and pulled it straight back in a severe ponytail. She often wore pedal pushers and black-and-white-striped pullovers. Her face was deathly white and on her lips was the loudest crimson lipstick Max Factor dared sell. The only advantage in her rooming here— since she’d stopped paying rent—was that her fashion statement added to the houseboat’s decor, which was 1950s suburban.
    After Claire had lost her job at Celestial Crystals on Broadway and been evicted from her fifth-floor East Village walk-up she’d begged Rune to take her and her daughter in. Claire had said, “Come on. Just a day or two. It’ll be fun. Like a pajama party.”
    That had been six weeks ago—and what had followed had been like no pajama party Rune had ever been to.
    That morning, before Rune went to work, Claire had told her that she’d gotten a new job and promised that she and Courtney would be gone by dinnertime.
    Now, Claire stood up and shook her head in disgust. “What it is, that guy, he backed out. Some effing people!”
    Rune didn’t exactly remember who “that guy” was or what he was backing out of. But Rune was now even madder at him than Claire was. She’s gotta go…. Talk now or later? Now, she decided. But her courage broke. Shit. She dropped her leopard-skin bag on the purple shag kidney-shaped scrap of carpet that she’d found on the street then bent down and kissed the three-year-old’s forehead.
    Courtney stopped crying. “Rune,” she said. “Story. Read me a story?” She was dressed in blue jeans and a dirty yellow pullover.
    “Later, honey, it’s time for dinner,” Rune said, crouching down and smoothing the girl’s curly dark hair. “This hair is like totally audacious.” She stood up and walked into the galley of the houseboat. As she poured Grape-Nuts into a large bowl and added chocolate chips and cashews she shouted to Claire, “Her hair, I was saying. What it is is all that garbage we use. We dye it and we mousse it and we perm it. I’ll bet if you never touch your hair it’d be as nice as that forever.”
    Claire said sourly, “Well, sure, but that would like be
so
boring.”
    Rune came back into the living room, eating the cereal and drinking a Molson Golden. “You eaten?”
    “We ate Chinese.”
    “Courtney too? Is that good for her?”
    Claire said, “Are you kidding? There are a billion people in China and whatta you think they grew up on?”
    “I don’t know—”
    “You’re
eating that crap?” Claire glanced at the cereal.
    “I’m not a three-year-old. Don’t you watch commercials? She’s supposed to be eating that gross stuff that comes in jars. You know, like pureed carrots and spinach.”
    “Rune,” Claire said, “she’s not an infant. She’s got teeth.”
    “I like spinch,” Courtney said.
    Rune said, “I was you, I’d get that book. Spock.”
    “The guy on the old
Star Trek?”
Claire asked.
    “Different Spock.”
    Claire said, “The Vulcan nerve pinch.