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tumbled on. "And fun," Caitlin said. "Patty loved to have fun."
    Paul nodded again.
    "Who were her other close friends?" I said.
    "I don't really know her other friends… She had a friend named Sonny, was a traffic reporter, you know, from a helicopter."
    "Man or woman?" I said.
    "Woman."
    "She have a last name?"
    "Oh, sure. I mean, doesn't everybody? I don't know it, though. Just Sonny."
    "Know the station she reported for?"
    Caitlin shook her head.
    "We'd like to talk with your brother," I said. "Could you give us an address?"
    Caitlin looked flustered. "Gee, I don't know. Marty won't be too thrilled.
    Marty's a very private guy. Very successful businessman, very private."
    "I know his name," I said. "I know his business. I can find him. Will he like me finding him, asking around about him?"
    "God, no. Listen. I'll give you his work address. That way you won't be bothering him at home."
    "Sure," I said.
    She gave me an address on the Revere Beach Parkway in Everett.
    "Did she ever talk about my father?" Paul said.
    "Her ex-? What's-his-name, Mel? Sure did. She called him a cheap sonovabitch every chance she could. Excuse me, I know he's your dad and all."
    "That's okay," Paul said. "I can hear whatever there is to hear. I need to hear it."
    "Well, don't worry about her. I'm sure she's off someplace with Rich having a ball. Your mother is a fun lady!"
    "You don't think she might go someplace without Rich?" Paul said.
    Caitlin looked startled. "No," she said. "Of course not. What fun is it alone?"

CHAPTER 8
    SUSAN said, "When Pearl sleeps with you does she get under the covers?"
    We were sitting at the same table in the Ritz bar. On a Wednesday with the baseball season dwindling, and the kids grimly back in school. It was raining again. The Ritz bar is a good place to spend a rainy weekday afternoon.
    "Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
    "I'm not sure all dogs do that," Susan said.
    "We shouldn't generalize," I said.
    Susan nodded. "True," she said.
    I was drinking Sam Adams. Susan had a glass of Riesling which would last her the day. The bar was nearly empty. It wasn't the old Ritz bar. It had been refurbished by new owners into something that looked like an English hunting club, or the last twenty-five hotel bars you'd been in. But you could still have a table by the window, looking out at Arlington Street and the Public Gardens.
    "What do you think about Paul?" I said. "It's not just that he wants to locate his mother. He wants to find out about her."
    "He's thinking about getting married," Susan said.
    "Yeah?"
    "For a kid like Paul whose parents' marriage was a failure, whose own life has made him careful, and introspective, the idea of marriage carries with it heavy baggage."
    "His mother really is missing," I said.
    "His mother has always been missing."
    "Mine too," I said.
    Susan took a gram of Riesling and swallowed it carefully and put the glass back down. She looked out at the wet street for a moment.
    "How long have we been together?" she said.
    "If you date together from the time I first got your clothes off," I said,
    "sixteen years."
    "Aren't you the romantic fool," Susan said.
    "How do you date it?" I said.
    Susan thought a minute. Outside, chic Back Bay women were picking their way past the rain puddles on their high heels, bending in under the little black umbrellas they all had, most of them holding skirts down by pressing their left hand and forearm across their thighs as the wind pushed at them.
    "I'd say it begins with the time you first got my clothes off."
    "September," I said. "Nineteen seventy-four. After Labor Day. It's almost an anniversary now that I think of it. You had on red undies with big black polka dots and a little black bow on the side."
    "Selected with great care," Susan said. "I planned that you'd get my clothes off."
    Outside on Arlington Street, the taxis all had their lights on in the rain and the overcast. The yellow headlights mixed with the neon and the traffic lights to make