overall feeling it left me with was disturbing. As best I remember, she started out by accusing me of not watching him closely enoughâas if Arnie were much younger instead of almost exactly my own ageâand ended up saying (or seeming to say) that it should have been me.
This sounded like the same thing all over againâ Dennis, you weren ât watching him closely enough âand I got angry myself. My wariness of Regina was probably only part of it, and to be completely honest, probably only the small part. When youâre a kid (and after all, what is seventeen but the outermost limit of kidhood?), you tend to be on the side of other kids. You know with a strong and unerring instinct that if you donât bulldoze down a few fences and knock some gates flat, your folksâout of the best of intentionsâwould be happy to keep you in the kid corral forever.
I got angry, but I held onto it as well as I could.
âI didnât let him do anything,â I said. âHe wanted it, he bought it.â Earlier I might have told them that he had done no more than lay down a deposit, but I wasnât going to do that now. Now I had my back up. âI tried to talk him out of it, in fact.â
âI doubt if you tried very hard,â Regina shot back. She might as well have come out and said Donât bullshit me, Dennis, I know you were in it together. There was a flush on her high cheekbones, and her eyes were throwing off sparks. She was trying to make me feel eight again, and not doing too bad a job. But I fought it.
âYou know, if you got all the facts, youâd see this isnât much to get hot under the collar about. He bought it for two hundred and fifty dollars, andââ
âTwo hundred and fifty dollars!â Michael broke in. âWhat kind of car can you get for two hundred and fifty dollars?â His previous uncomfortable disassociation- -if thatâs what it had been, and not just simple shock at the sound of his quiet sonâs voice raised in protest- -was gone. It was the price of the car that had gotten to him. And he looked at his son with an open contempt that sickened me a little. Iâd like to have kids myself someday, and if I do, I hope I can leave that particular expression out of my repertoire.
I kept telling myself to just stay cool, that it wasnât my affair or my fight, nothing to get hot under the collar about . . . but the cake I had eaten was sitting in the center of my stomach in a large sticky glob and my skin felt too hot. The Cunninghams had been my second family since I was a little kid, and I could feel all the distressing physical symptoms of a family quarrel inside myself.
âYou can learn a lot about cars when youâre fixing up an old one,â I said. I suddenly sounded like a loony imitation of LeBay to myself. âAnd itâll take a lot of work before itâs even street-legal.â (If it ever is, I thought.) âYou could look at it as a . . . a hobby . . .â
âI look upon it as madness,â Regina said.
Suddenly I just wanted to get out. I suppose that if the emotional vibrations in the room hadnât been getting so heavy, I might have found it funny. I had somehow gotten into the position of defending Arnieâs car when I thought the whole thing was preposterous to begin with.
âWhatever you say,â I muttered. âJust leave me out of it. Iâm going home.â
âGood,â Regina snapped.
âThatâs it,â Arnie said tonelessly. He stood up. âIâm getting the fuck out of here.â
Regina gasped, and Michael blinked as if he had been slapped.
âWhat did you say?â Regina managed. âWhat did youââ
âI donât get what youâre so upset about,â Arnie told them in an eerie, controlled voice, âbut Iâm not going to stick around and listen to a lot of craziness from