Odd Hours
Mercedes, and drove back toward Blossom Rosedale’s place.
The fog gave no indication that it would lift on this quieter side of midnight. Dawn might not prevail against it, or even noon.
One redheaded gunman remained, but I suspected that he had been the wisest of that unwise crowd, that he had tucked his tail, lowered his head, and made for home, and that I would need neither bell nor bullet to dispel him.
I got Birdie Hopkins’s home phone number from information and called to tell her that I was alive. She said, “Ditto,” and it was a fine thing to think of her out there in Magic Beach, waiting for the next twinge that would send her in search of the person who needed her.
FORTY-NINE
IN THE COTTAGE OF THE HAPPY MONSTER waited the lingering spirit of Mr. Sinatra, my ghost dog, Boo, the golden retriever once named Murphy, Annamaria—and Blossom in a state of high enchantment.
That long-ago barrel of fire had neither ruined her life nor stolen the essence of her beauty. When she had delight in her heart, her face transcended all her suffering, whereupon the scars and the deformed features and the mottled skin became the remarkable face of a hero and the cherished face of a friend.
“Come see, you’ve got to see,” she said, leading me by the hand from the front door to a kitchen suffused with candlelight.
Annamaria sat at the table, and around her gathered the visible and the invisible.
On the table lay one of the white flowers with thick waxy petals that grew as large as bowls on the tree I had not been able to name.
“You have a tree that grows these?” I asked Blossom.
“No. I’d love such a tree. Annamaria brought this with her.”
Raphael came to me, tail wagging, wiggling with pleasure, and I crouched to pet him.
“I didn’t see you bring a flower,” I told Annamaria.
“She took it from her purse,” said Blossom. “Annamaria, show him. Show him about the flower.”
On the table stood a cut-glass bowl of water. Annamaria floated the flower in it.
“No, Blossom,” she said. “This is yours. Keep it to remember me. I’ll show Odd when he’s ready.”
“Here tonight?” Blossom asked.
“All things in their time.”
For Blossom, Annamaria had one of those gentle smiles that you wanted to look at forever, but for me, a more solemn expression.
“How are you doing, young man?”
“I don’t feel so young anymore.”
“It’s the foul weather.”
“It was very foul tonight.”
“Do you wish to leave town alone?”
“No. We’ll go together.”
The candlelight seemed to attend her.
“The decision is always yours,” she reminded me.
“You’re safest with me. And we better go.”
“I forgot!” Blossom said. “I was packing you a hamper for the road.” She hurried to the farther end of the kitchen.
“There will be sun in a few hours,” Annamaria said.
“Somewhere,” I agreed.
Rising from the table, she said, “I’ll help Blossom.”
Mr. Sinatra came to me, and I stood up from Raphael to say, “Thank you, sir. And I’m sorry for cranking you up that way.”
He indicated that all was forgiven. He put one fist under my chin and gave me an affectionate faux punch.
“I thought you might have gone by now. You shouldn’t have waited for me. It’s too important—moving on.”
He made that gesture of a magician, rolling his hands over to present empty palms, an introduction to a performance.
Manifesting now in the clothes that he had worn when he had first fallen into step beside me on a lonely highway—hat tipped at the particular cocky angle he preferred, sport coat tossed over his shoulder—he walked across the kitchen, up a wall of cabinets, and vanished through the ceiling, always the entertainer.
“How did the golden retriever get here?” I asked.
“He just showed up at the door,” Blossom said, “and he woofed so politely. He’s a sweet one. He doesn’t look like his people took good care of him. He needed to be better fed and brushed more.”
I had seen on entering that Raphael was aware of Boo. And I had no doubt that the ghost dog led the living dog to Blossom’s place.
“We should take him with us,” said Annamaria.
“The vote’s unanimous.”
“A dog is always a friend in hard times.”
“That sounds like you’re buying into trouble,” I warned Raphael.
He produced a big goofy grin, as if nothing would please him more than trouble, and plenty of it.
“This town’s no place for us now,” I told
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