The Weight Part 26

"If I can prove that, prove I'm not making it up about a will, you'll show me Albie's books?"

"If you can prove prove it? There's only one way you could do that, Wilson." it? There's only one way you could do that, Wilson."

That's when I got my idea. I thought about it for a minute. She didn't move. Then I said, "I need to go out again. I need to make a call."

"Just stay right where you are," she said. Then she got off the bed and walked out.

By the time she came back, she had changed into one of those silly outfits you see in gyms all the time. Fit her like blue paint, with white stripes down the sides of the legs. And she had a cell phone in her hand.

"Yes, it's clean," she said, handing it to me. She stood there with her hands behind her back, telling me she wasn't leaving.

Okay.

I dialed Solly again. When I heard the click, I said, "What if I had to prove that there really was was this certain paper? Is there any way I could do that without actually holding it in my hand?" this certain paper? Is there any way I could do that without actually holding it in my hand?"

"She's standing right there, huh?"

"That's right."

"Good!" he said. Which surprised the h.e.l.l out of me. "Ask her, does she know what a partners desk is?"

"Do you know what a partners desk is?" I said.

She just nodded.

"Yes," I said to Solly.

"Then tell her to go sit on it. Tell her you'll be there in five minutes."

I told Rena. I couldn't read the look on her face, but she turned around and walked out.

Then Solly told me what I had to do.

I walked through the house, cursing myself for always being such a f.u.c.king dope. And just when I thought I had played it so smart, too.

See, I knew Rena was sitting on a partners desk. And what I was supposed to do with that desk. Only, I didn't know where the d.a.m.n thing was.

I knew where it wasn't wasn't, because I hadn't seen anything like what Solly described. But I didn't want to walk through the whole house. It was dark. Maybe she was thinking Solly knew she could hear what he was saying, so he'd used some code. Like "tell her to go sit on it" was really telling me to kill her.

It wasn't just that I didn't want to scare her; I was scared of what she'd do if she thought I was coming after her.

"Rena?" I called out. Not loud, but strong enough to carry.

Nothing.

I turned on the TV in the living room. Maybe the sound would tell her where I was.

But then I shut it right off. For once, I wasn't going to mess something up. If I'm Rena, maybe I think the TV is just a trick. So I could trap her instead of trying to hunt her down.

So I went to the gym.

I was doing lat pulls, front and back. Ten front, ten back. Over and over, until I lost count. I don't even know what I set the weight for. I wasn't tired. And nothing was coming to me.

Except Rena. She came into the gym and stood in front of me. She had on that same blue outfit, but now she was holding a pistol. She handled it like she knew what it was for.

"What happened?" she said.

I let the bar go back up. Slow, the way you're supposed to.

"I'm stupid," I said.

"Meaning ...?"

"I tell you, go sit on the desk. Only, I don't know where that d.a.m.n desk is is, okay?"

She made a pretty sound in her throat. It made every part of her wiggle a little. Except the hand holding that pistol.

"Go that way," she said, pointing with her other hand.

I walked. She was behind me. When she said to turn, I turned. Finally, we were in a little room. The desk was just old dark wood with a couple of drawers, little gla.s.s k.n.o.bs. The only weird thing was that it was facing the wall.

"Stand still," she said.

I saw her walk around from behind me. She went right up against the wall, then she turned around and faced me. She sat down so her elbows and wrists made a triangle, with the pistol centered on my chest.

"You get it now?"

"A partners partners desk. So one partner sits facing the other one, right?" desk. So one partner sits facing the other one, right?"

"Yes. This is Albie's den. For his special, private stuff. Not his work work stuff, understand?" stuff, understand?"

"Yeah."

"I've been in here plenty plenty of times," she said. of times," she said.

I remembered hearing a girl say something like that, a long time ago, when I was still in school. The other girls were really stabbing her. With words, I mean. Not like playing the dozens-really vicious stuff. Like, her mother must be a real wh.o.r.e,' cause the girl didn't even know who her own father was. "I do too too," the girl kept saying, like she was a little kid.

That's how Rena sounded now.

Back then, I'd waited around after school until the worst one came out. I didn't know her name, but I could see she was with her special friends.

When they saw me coming, they didn't know what to do. A guy like me, I wasn't supposed to be around people like them. I stepped close to the leader girl. Before she could say anything, I slapped her, hard enough to make her fall down and start crying.

"Tell your boyfriend I did that," I said. "He's not gonna do nothing. You know why? Because he don't give a f.u.c.k about you. He's only with you because everyone knows you give the best b.l.o.w.j.o.bs in school."

I never did find out what happened at school. I never went back, and they never came looking for me. But I was on the same corner every night, and people knew it. Her boyfriend, that p.u.s.s.y could have found me anytime he wanted.

Only he never showed. So I never found out what happened in school. I wanted to call the girl they'd been torturing, but I guess I was afraid that I'd only made things worse.

I wasn't going to do that this time. So all I said to Rena was "Sure, you you have. But I know something about that desk you don't.... At least, I think I do." have. But I know something about that desk you don't.... At least, I think I do."

"What are you talking about?"

"The desk. The proof you need is in the desk. Only, Albie had it fixed so's it takes three people to get at it."

"There's only two of us."

"I know. But I can do what two of the people are supposed to. You do the other part."

"Like two partners?"

"I...I guess so. Maybe that's right. All I know is, that desk has to be lifted up. Way Way up. All four legs have to be off the ground. up. All four legs have to be off the ground. High High off the ground. That's the two-man job. off the ground. That's the two-man job.

"Then the third one stands underneath. There's like this water stain. On the underside, I mean. You have to look real close to even see it. Then you have to tap right on it. Not hard, just, like, with your knuckle."

She got out from behind the desk. "Give me that phone," she said.

I handed it over. She tossed it onto this old couch. It was some dark leather, and it didn't look comfortable. But it had a bunch of rugs and stuff on it, so the phone didn't make a sound when it landed. Neither did the pistol.

"Let's do it, Sugar."

I crawled under the desk. It would have been an easy lift, only I couldn't get my head free to take the weight on my shoulders. I crawled back out.

"What?" she said.

"It's probably not all that heavy, but I can't lift it like you do a squat. And I don't think I can hand-press it from my knees."

Rena went over to the desk. She looked at it a long time. Then she said, "It has to go up, but it doesn't have to go up level level. Just lift one end, okay? When you get that up, slide your left shoulder underneath. Put your left palm up, like you were getting ready to press. Then just slide your palm more to the left. Slow, just a little at a time. When you get it far enough over, you push with the one hand and I'll haul up on it, too. Then you'll be able to get your right hand inside."

She showed me with her hands what she was telling me to do. I could see it.

"Okay? Now, when you get both palms under it, just push push. Like it was a...I don't know what you call it, but I saw you do it. In the gym, I mean."

She was right, too. Once I got one end up, the rest was easy. I got my palms under it, bent my knees, drove it up, just like doing a squat-thrust. One with serious weight to it-the d.a.m.n desk felt like it was made of lead.

Only one rep! I kept saying to myself. I kept saying to myself. I can hold this up all night I can hold this up all night. For a minute, I thought I might have to. I couldn't look around, but I could feel Rena wasn't in the room anymore.

But then I felt her against me. Smelled her. Her, not her perfume. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could see a flashlight, so I knew where she'd run off to.

I heard a couple of little taps against the wood, and something dropped on my head. It didn't knock me out or anything, but the surprise almost made me drop the desk.

"I've got it," I heard her say. "Let it down easy easy, okay? I'll help."

In the living room, I watched her unwrap something in white tissue paper. She did it like she was disconnecting an alarm. Inside all that paper, there was a little bag. It looked real old, like it was once red but faded to a brownish color now.

Like the thumbprint in Solly's book, I thought to myself. I knew that little bag had to be Jewish. There was a gold star embroidered on the front with Jewish writing inside it. Underneath, there was like a whirly thing, also in gold, and two green-leaf things coming out of each side. The bottom was all gold fringe.

"It's his tallit tallit," she said, real soft.

"His what?"

"His prayer shawl. That's what's inside that bag. You get one of these when you're bar-mitzvahed. On your thirteenth birthday. For Jews, that makes you a man. In the temple, you wear it over your shoulders."

"How come you know all this?"

"Albie told me, what do you think?"

"You went with him? To the-?"

"No! And Albie didn't go, either."

"Well, Solly said this was something Albie left to you. In his will, I mean. Doesn't that prove prove Solly has it?" Solly has it?"

She didn't say anything. For a long time.

She was still sitting there, with that little bag in her lap, when I got up and walked back to that suite.

It took me a while. By the time I got there, a whole set of books was on my bed. Big, thick ones.

Albie's ledgers, I guess. Because that little blue book Solly wanted, it wasn't there.

It was still nighttime when she came back to where I was-3:51, with a blinking sun. There was enough light from the hall for me to see she only had her underwear on.

She lay down next to me. Before I had a chance to even think about what was going on, she put her lips against my ear.

"We have to get out of here, Sugar."

"Now?"

"Right now. Pack up your stuff. Everything Everything, understand?"

"What about your-?"

"The keys are in the Lincoln," she said, stepping over what I wanted to ask her. "Put all your stuff in the trunk. Then come back to the living room. I'll have stuff, too. A lot more than yours. If it doesn't fit in the trunk, we'll just throw it into the back seat."

"What hap-?"

She put her finger over my mouth. Then she jumped up and ran out the door.