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〃Catherine；〃 James said sternly； changing the subject； 〃have you seen Bambi？〃
〃He was playing in the hall a few minutes ago。〃
〃He looked a little tired；〃 Decker offered。
〃Bambi？〃 Skink made a face。 〃You mean that goddamn yappy dog？〃
James stiffened。 〃He's a pedigreed。〃
〃He's a fucking rodent；〃 Skink said； 〃with a perm。〃
Catherine started to laugh； caught herself。 Even in his jealous snit； Decker had to admit they made a ical foursome。 He was glad to see that Skink's momentary charm had evaporated； he was much more likable as a heathen。
James glared at him and said； 〃I didn't get your name。〃
〃Ichabod；〃 Skink said。 〃Icky for short。〃
Decker suspected； and fervently hoped； that Ichabod was not Skink's real name。 He hoped that Skink had not chosen this particular moment； in front of these particular people； to bare the murky secrets of his soul。 Catherine was known to have that effect on a man。
Inanely Decker said to James； 〃This is quite a place。 Your practice must be going great guns。〃
〃Actually；〃 James said； 〃I picked up this house before I became a doctor。〃 He seemed relieved not to be talking about the poodle or his wife's good looks。 〃Back when I was in real estate；〃 he said； 〃that's when I lucked into the place。〃
〃What kinda real estate？〃 Skink asked。
〃Interval…ownership units；〃 James replied； without looking at him。
〃Timeshares；〃 Catherine added helpfully。
On the sofa Skink shifted with an audible crinkle。 'Timeshares；〃 he said。 〃Wherebouts？〃
Catherine pointed to several small plaques hanging on one of the walls。 〃James was the top salesman three years in a row；〃 she said。 It didn't sound like she was bragging； it sounded like she said it to get it out of the way； knowing James would have mentioned it anyway。
〃And where was this？〃 Skink pressed。
〃Up the coast north of Smyrna；〃 James said。 〃We did very well for a stretch in the late seventies。 Then Tallahassee cracked down； the media went sour on us； and the interval market dried up。 Same old tune。 I figured it was time to move along to something else。〃
〃Boom and bust；〃 Decker played along。 〃That's the story of Florida。〃 Was it purely the money； he wondered； that had attracted Catherine to this lanky twit？ In a way he hoped it was that simple； that it was nothing more。
Skink got up and crunched over to examine the plaques。 Catherine and James couldn't take their eyes off him； they had never had such a wild…looking person roaming their house。
〃What was the name of your project？〃 Skink asked； toying with his silvery braid。
〃Sparrow Beach；〃 James said。 〃The Sparrow Beach Club。 Seems like ancient history now。〃
Skink gave no reply； but let out a soft and surprising noise。 It sounded to R。 J。 Decker like a sigh。
〃Is your friend all right？〃 Catherine asked later。
〃Sure；〃 Decker said。 〃He prefers to sleep outdoors； really。〃
In the middle of James's monologue about his sales triumphs at Sparrow Beach； Skink had turned to Catherine and asked if he could spend the night in the backyard。 Decker could tell he was brooding； but had no private moment to ask what was wrong。 Catherine had loaned Skink an old blanket and in a flat voice Skink had thanked her for the hospitality and lumbered out the back door。 He had ignored James pletely。
Skink settled in under a tall avocado tree； and from the window Decker could see him sitting upright against the trunk； facing the narrow waterway that ran behind Catherine's house。 Decker had an urge to join him there； under the stars。
〃Let James have a look at your neck；〃 Catherine said。
〃No； I'll be fine。〃
〃Lie down here；〃 James instructed； making room on the sofa。 〃Lie down on your stomach。〃
The next thing Decker knew； James was hunched over him with one knee propped on the sofa for leverage。 Intently he kneaded and probed the back of Decker's neck； while Catherine watched cross…legged on an ottoman。
〃That hurt？〃 James asked。
Decker grunted。 It did hurt； but the rubbing helped； James seemed to know what he was doing。
〃Brother； you're really out of alignment；〃 he said。
〃That's a medical term？〃
〃Full traction is what you need。 Slings and weights。 Thermal therapy。 Ultrasound。 You're too young for Medicare； otherwise I'd fix you right up with a twelve…week program。〃 James worked his fingers along Decker's spine。 He seemed at ease now； enjoying the role of expert。 〃Have you got any insurance？〃 he asked。
〃Nope；〃 Decker said。
〃Workmen's p？ Maybe you're in an HMO。〃
〃Nope。〃 The guy was unbelievable； the pitchman's spark was probably left over from his days of peddling condos。
〃I must caution you；〃 James went on； 〃that injuries such as this should never go untreated。 Your neck has been wrenched badly。〃
〃I'm aware of that；〃 Decker said； wincing under the chiropractor's explorations。 〃Tell me； what's the difference between this and a massage？〃
〃I'm a doctor； that's the difference。 Don't move now； I think I've got an extra brace in the trunk of the car。〃
After James had left the room； Catherine came over and knelt down on the floor next to Decker。 〃Tell me what's happened； Rage。〃
〃Somebody's trying to frame me for a murder。〃
〃Who？ Not the Fish People！〃
〃Afraid so；〃 Decker said。 He was ready for a trenchant scolding…this was Catherine's specialty…but for some reason （probably pity） she refrained。
〃The guy out back； Grizzly Adams…〃
〃He's all right；〃 Decker said。
〃James is scared of him。〃
〃So am I； but he's all I've got。〃
Catherine kissed him lightly on the ear。 〃Is there anything I can do？〃
For one flushed moment Decker felt his heart stop。 Bump； bump…then dead air。 All from a whiff of perfume and a silly peck on the earlobe。 It was so wonderful that Decker almost forgot she'd dumped him for a guy who wore ninety…dollar bathrobes。
Catherine said； 〃I want to help。〃
〃Does James have a broker？〃 Decker asked。
〃Yes。 Hutton； Shearson； somebody big like that。 It's a VIP account； that much I know。 They sent us a magnum of champagne last Christmas。〃
Decker said； 'This is what I need。 Tell James you got a tip at the beauty parlor…〃
〃Oh； please。〃
〃Or wherever； Catherine； just tell him you got a tip on a stock。 It's traded as OCN； I think。 The Outdoor Christian Network。 See if your husband's broker can send over a prospectus。 I need a copy as soon as possible。〃
She said； 〃He'll think it's odd。 We never talk about his investments。〃
〃Try it；〃 Decker said。 〃Play dumb and sweet and just…trying…to…help。 You can do it。〃
〃You're still an asshole； Rage。〃
〃And you're still a vision； Catherine。 Would your husband get too terribly upset if you and I took off our clothes and hopped in the shower？ We can tell him it's part of my medical treatment。 Hot…water traction； they call it。〃
At that moment James walked in； too preoccupied to notice his wife scooting back to the ottoman。 James was carrying a foam…padded brace； the kind that fastens around the neck like a collar。
〃That man；〃 he said indignantly； 〃has built a bonfire in our backyard！〃
Catherine went to the window。 〃For heaven's sake it's not a bonfire；〃 she said。 〃It's just a barbecue； honey； no worse than you and your hibachi。〃
〃But the hibachi is gas；〃 James protested。
R。 J。 Decker pushed himself off the sofa and went to see for himself。 Skink huddled in a familar pose beneath the avocado tree； crouched on his haunches； tending a small campfire。
〃He looks like a damn hobo；〃 James said。
〃That's enough；〃 Catherine snapped。 〃He's not hurting anybody。〃
Decker observed that Skink had fashioned a rotisserie spit out of dead branches。 He was cooking a chunk of gray meat over the fire； rotating it slowly by hand。
〃What do you suppose he's got there？〃 Catherine said。
〃Probably something gross he scrounged from the garbage；〃 James said。 〃Or maybe a duck out of that filthy canal。〃
In the flickering shadows Decker couldn't be sure； but he had a pretty good idea what his friend was fixing for dinner。 It was Bambi； of course。 Skink was serenely roasting the doctor's pet poodle。
R。 J。 Decker took a bed in one of the guestrooms； but he couldn't sleep。 Dancing on the walls were cartoon sheep in red tuxedos…wallpaper for a baby's room； obviously； but Catherine had never been too wild about kids。 On this matter the chiropractor had failed to change her mind。 Still； Decker admired his optimism for leaving the nursery wallpaper up。
When Decker closed his eyes； the tuxedoed sheep were replaced by the face of Dennis Gault： the seething visage of a man trying to strangle him。 Decker wondered if the fistfight at Gault's condominium had been an act like everything else； he wondered if Gault were really that clever or ballsy； or if things had just fallen right。 Decker couldn't wait to meet up with Gault and ask him。 Afterward it would be nice to choke the sonofabitch so decisively that his eyeballs would pop out of his skull and roll across his fancy glass desk like a couple of aggies。
At about three o'clock Decker gave up on sleep and got out of bed。 From the window there was no sign of Skink's campfire； or of Skink himself。 Decker assumed…hoped； at least…that he was curled up in the bushes somewhere。
For Decker； being in the same house