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- Subject: Excerpts from _Encyclopedia Spenser_
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- Sender: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (James Ulysses Cazamias)
- Organization: Rice University
- Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 05:39:31 GMT
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- It was snowing on Shapley Street, and the crowds were just starting to thin
- out after a thoroughly disheartening Celtics game. Larry Byrd was, as usual,
- on the injured list, and some measly expansion team had mopped them up at
- home. Defeats are always injurious, particularly if you are a Celtics fan,
- and most certainly if you lose at home. Cause for a class-action suit. Wow.
-
- I had spent most of the afternoon trying to coax a bust of Walter Cronkite
- from a six-inch block of Yellow Pine. Walter was retiring as always, and the
- going was slow. As of three-thirty, all I had was a graven image of something
- that just might be mistaken for the abominable snowman. It was time for a
- break.
-
- I hadn't exercised in days, and my body felt the craving for action. I
- put on some maroon sweats, white Adidas with a yellow stripe, and a grey
- sweatshirt with BOSTON UNIVERSITY stencilled on the front. I headed out
- onto the street and turned right onto the causeway. I jogged down past the
- MIT campus and across the bridge on Carter before turning back. Two coeds in
- plaid overcoats and scarves took a look at me as I passed their bench. Still
- got the action, Spenser.
-
- By the time I got back, the sun was going down, and the air was starting to
- get, as Churchill would have said, "Damned Nippy". My legs felt good, and
- I was practically reeking with vigor and good circulation. The whole circuit
- was just over six miles.
-
- Not bad for a fifth-grader.......
-
- - * -
-
- The erstwhile-client stood at the mouth of my office/garage on Maple and
- looked nervous, pensive, and nervous -- all at once. He was dressed in
- an overly large wool coat, thick mittens, snow-scuffed overshoes, and a huge,
- tufted touque. He looked like he had been attacked by a gaggle of over-
- protective moms. He turned his quarter over and over in his hand and stared
- at me as if I were the butcher's special. I let him look. I thought about
- doing a pirouette, but decided against it.
-
- I broke the ice -- Miss Manners says any good host must break the ice -- and
- offered him a chair. He gratefully took it. We sat some more. He looked.
- I sat. Still no pirouette.
-
- I couldn't take it any longer. "You're not too frumpy yourself, sailor."
-
- He started. "Huh?"
-
- "No, no -- you're supposed to mention the Casbah, and then we...."
-
- His face flushed, and his eyes narrowed at me. "I had heard you thought you
- were some kind of wit."
-
- "Look -- we can either stare all day, or you can hire me. I understand that
- you want to check out the goods, though -- what do you want to know?"
-
- He looked relieved, in a thick kind of way. I wondered if he knew how to
- spell 'pirouette'. Probably not.
-
- "You look big. Muscly. Do you work out?"
-
- "Yeah. I can bench 75."
-
- "How many reps?"
-
- "Ten."
-
- "How'd you get the braces?"
-
- "I tangled with an orthodontist."
-
- "What's that bulge in your shirt?"
-
- "My hall pass. Okay, end Q+A: I charge a quarter, plus expenses. I don't
- do windows, I don't do peep shows, and I don't snuff bullies. What I do do
- is find things. I'm good at finding things. I may even be the best finder
- that you can afford. Do you want to hire me?"
-
- He chewed on his lip. He looked like a lip-chewer. "Yeah....okay. You're
- on." He plunked his quarter down on the gas canister. "I need you to find
- my gerbil......."
-
- - * -
-
- I went home and looked in the fridge. There were a couple of six-packs of
- Sprite hiding behind some lettuce. I opened one and drank it. Then I drank
- another. It was good.
-
- I pulled some frozen pizzas out of the freezer and put them on the counter.
- While they were thawing, I took a shower. At the same time, I changed the
- wrappings on my injury. The puncture was shallow, but bloody, and penetrated
- my palm almost to the muscles of my hand. Next time, I thought, Bugs Meany
- wouldn't have the hole punch.....
-
- I went back to the kitchen and grated some cheddar. I chopped some olived
- and green onions, and threw them on the pizza. Then I put the whole thing
- in the microwave and put it on 'high' for two minutes and thirty seconds.
- As I waited, I had a few more Sprites. By the time the pizza was ready, I
- had a great sugar-buzz on, and my wounds didn't seem so dire. I ate the
- pizza with some Syrian bread and gaspaccio, and washed it down with Sprite.
- Then I washed the dishes, went to bed, and fell asleep. The next morning,
- I missed the school bus.
-
- - * -
-
- I was having dinner with Sally Silverman. She was the prettiest girl in the
- entire fifth grade. Every time I saw her, little peeping noises came from
- behind my solar plexus. Tonight was no exception.
-
- She was wearing a polka-dotted white blouse with red hot pants and silver
- pumps. She had huge imitation-gold hoop earrings, and her hair was carefully
- moussed. Her makeup was good, and her gum was banana. She smiled at me, and
- something went 'zing'. I smiled back, carefully concealing the slight blurring
- of my vision.
-
- Burger King was almost empty, and we managed an almost intimate dinner. She
- was having the Whopper. I had a sack of Burger Bites. We ate, and then we
- talked. She was worried; twice now my life had been menaced by Bugs Meany
- and his homicidal cronies. My recent escape from the gym tetherball menace
- had been due only to luck (on my part), incompetence (on their part), and
- my remembering that pigs are EVEN-toed ungulants. Books are power.
-
- "Spenser, I'm worried."
-
- "Me too."
-
- "You're life is in jeopardy."
-
- "It's my job."
-
- "Why do you have to put everything on the line?"
-
- "I don't know. I think it has something to do with honor, and being a man."
-
- "It's that macho code again."
-
- "Something like that."
-
- She reached out, touched my arm. My nerves did the tango.
-
- "Oh, Spenser, promise me you'll get help. Please."
-
- She had something there. Morty had gotten himself into big trouble, and I
- needed to help get him out -- a gerbil's life was a stake. But there was
- no reason to go it alone.
-
- Maybe it was time to call in Hawk.....
-
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