'It'd be whom, whom, I think. But this trailer. This lady you met's trailer. Confirm or deny the following. Its carpet was wall-to-wall and extremely thin, a kind of burnt yellow or orange.' I think. But this trailer. This lady you met's trailer. Confirm or deny the following. Its carpet was wall-to-wall and extremely thin, a kind of burnt yellow or orange.'

'Yes.'

'The living-room or like den area contained some or all of the following: a black velvet painting featuring an animal; a videophonic diorama on some sort of knickknack shelf; a needlepoint sampler with some kind of frothy biblical saw on it; at least one piece of chintz furniture with protective doi-lies on the arms; a Smoke-B-Gone air-filtration ashtray; the last couple years' Reader's Digests Reader's Digests neatly displayed in their own special inclined magazine rack.' neatly displayed in their own special inclined magazine rack.'

'Check on velvet painting of leopard, sampler sofa with doilies, ashtray. No Reader's Digests Reader's Digests. This isn't especially funny, Hallie. The Moms comes out in you in these odd little ways sometimes.'

'Last one. The trailer-person's name. Jean. May. Nora. Vera. Nora-Jean or Vera-May.'

'That was my question.'

'I guess I'll have to get back to you on that.'

'Boy, you really put the small r in romance, romance, don't you.' don't you.'

'But why I'm calling.'

'It's not clear whether the fragile can't-miss magic's still in force on the right foot. I'm seven for nine, but there's a whole different feel of somehow deliberately trying trying to get them in.' to get them in.'

'Hallie, I've got somebody from Moment Moment f.u.c.king magazine out here doing a quote soft profile.' f.u.c.king magazine out here doing a quote soft profile.'

'You've got what?'

'A human-interest thing. On me as a human. Moment Moment doesn't do hard sports, this lady says. They're more people-oriented, human-interest. It's for something called quote People Right Now, a section.' doesn't do hard sports, this lady says. They're more people-oriented, human-interest. It's for something called quote People Right Now, a section.'

'Moment's a supermarket-checkout-lane-display magazine. It's in there with the rodneys and gum. Lateral Alice Moore reads it. It's all over C.T.'s waiting room. They did a thing on the little blind Illinois kid Thorp thought so well of.'

'Hal.'

'I think Lateral Alice spends a lot of time in grocery-store checkout lanes, which if you think about it are almost the ideal environment for her.'

'Hal.'

'... Being that she can just locomote sideways right on through.'

'Hallie, this physically imposing Moment Moment girl's asking all these soft-profilesque family-background questions.' girl's asking all these soft-profilesque family-background questions.'

'She wants to know about Himself?'

'Everybody. You, the Mad Stork, the Moms. It's gradually emerging it's going to be some sort of memorial to the Stork as patriarch, everybody's talents and accomplishments profiled as some sort of refracted tribute to el Storko's careers.'

'He always did cast a long shadow, you said.'

'Of course and my first thought is to invite her to go p.i.s.s up a string. But Moment Moment's been in touch with the team. The front office's indicated a soft profile would be positive for the team. Cardinal Stadium isn't exactly groaning under the weight of all the fannies, winning streak or no. I've also thought of referring her to Bain, let Bain rant at her or send her letters just trying to unpa.r.s.e for quotes'd take her a month.'

'Her as in female. Not your typical Orin-type subject. A hardened, fast-lane, gum-cracking, maybe even small-childless journalist-type female, in from New Youok on the red-eye. Plus you said imposing.' as in female. Not your typical Orin-type subject. A hardened, fast-lane, gum-cracking, maybe even small-childless journalist-type female, in from New Youok on the red-eye. Plus you said imposing.'

'Not all that tough or hard, but physically imposing. Large but not un-erotic. A girl and a half in all directions.'

'A girl to dominate the s.p.a.ce of any trailer she lives in.'

'Enough with the trailerisms.'

'The strained quality is me trying to speak and pick caromed toenail-parings up off the floor at the same time.'

'This girl's immune to most of your standard conversational distractions.'

'You're afraid you're losing your touch. An immune girl and a half.'

'I said distraction not seduction.'

'You kind of wisely avoid any female who you suspect could beat you up if things came down to that.'

'She's more imposing than like most of our starting backfield. But weirdly s.e.xy. The linemen are gaga. The tackles keep making all these cracks about does she maybe want to see their hard profile.'

'Let's hope her prose is better than whoever did that human-interest thing on the blind kid last spring. Have you bounced this new fear of the handicapped off her?'

'Listen. You of all people should know I have zero intent of forthrightly answering any stained-family-linen-type questions from anybody, much less somebody who takes shorthand. Physical charms or no.'

'You and tennis, you and the Saints, Himself and tennis, the Moms and Quebec and Royal Victoria, the Moms and immigration, Himself and annulation, Himself and Lyle, Himself and distilled spirits, Himself killing himself, you and Joelle, Himself and Joelle, the Moms and C.T., you v. the Moms, E.T.A., nonexistent films, et cetera.'

'But you can see how it's all going to get me thinking. How to avoid being forthright about the Stork material unless I know what the really forthright answers would be.'

'Everybody said you'd regret not coming to the funeral. But I don't think this is what they meant.'

'For example the Stork took himself down before C.T. moved in upstairs at HmH? or after?'

'This is you asking me?'

'Don't make this appalling for me, Hal.'

'I wouldn't dream of even trying.'

'Immediately before. Two, three days before. C.T. had had what's now deLint's room, next to Scht.i.tt's, in Comm.-Ad.'

'And Dad knew they were...? '

'Very close? I don't know, O.'

'You don't know? know?'

'Mario might know. Like to chew the fat with b.o.o.boo on this, O.?'

'Don't make this like this Hallie.'

'And Dad... the Mad Stork put his head in the oven?'

'The microwave, O. The rotisserie microwave over next to the fridge, on the freezer side, on the counter, under the cabinet with the plates and bowls to the left of the fridge as you face the fridge.'

'A microwave oven.'

'That is a Rog and Wilc, O.'

'n.o.body ever said microwave.'

'I think it came out generally at the funeral.'

'I keep getting your point, if you're wondering.'

'So where was he found, then?'

'20 for 28 is what, 65%?'

'It's not like this is all that -'

'The microwave was in the kitchen I already explained, O.'

'All right.'

'All right.'

'So OK now, who would you say speaks most about the guy, keeps his memory alive, verbally, the most now: you, C.T., or the Moms?'

'I think it's a three-way tie.'

'So it's never mentioned. n.o.body talks about him. It's taboo.'

'But you seem to be forgetting somebody.'

'Mario talks about him. About it.'

'Sometimes.'

'To what and/or who all this talking?'

'To me, for one, I suppose.'

'And so you do do talk about it, but only to him, and only after he initiates it.' talk about it, but only to him, and only after he initiates it.'

'Orin I lied. I haven't even started on the right foot yet. I've been too afraid to change my angle of approach to the nails. The right foot's a whole different angle of approach. I'm afraid the magic is left-foot-dependent. I'm like your superst.i.tious lineman. Talking about it's broken the spell. Now I'm self-conscious and afraid. I've been sitting here on the edge of the bed with my right knee up under my chin, poised, studying the foot, frozen with aboriginal terror. And lying about it to my own brother.'

'Can I ask you who it was who found him? His - who found him at the oven?'

'Found by one Harold James Incandenza, thirteen going on really old.'

'You were who found him? Not the Moms?'

'Listen, may I ask why this sudden interest after four years 216 days, and with two years of that not even once even calling?'

'I've already said I don't feel safe not answering Helen's questions if I haven't got a handle on what I'm not saying.'

'Helen. So you did.'

'Is why.'

'I'm still frozen, by the way. The self-consciousness that kills the magic is getting worse and worse. This is why Pemulis and Troeltsch always seem to let a lead slip away. The standard term is Tightening Up. The clippers are poised, blades on either side of the nail. I just can't achieve the unconsciousness to actually clip. Maybe it was cleaning up the few that missed. Suddenly the wastebasket seems small and far away. I've lost the magic by talking about it instead of just giving in to it. Launching the nail out toward the wastebasket now seems like an exercise in telemachry.'

'You mean telemetry?'

'How embarra.s.sing. When the skills go they go go.'

'Listen...'

'You know, why don't you go ahead and ask me whatever standard ghoulish questions you want not to answer. This may be your only shot. Usually I seem not to talk about it.'

'Was she there? The P.G.O.A.T.?'

'Joelle hadn't been around the grounds since you two split up. You knew about that. Himself met her at the brownstone, shooting. I'm sure you know way more about whatever it was they were trying to make. Joelle and Himself. Himself went underground too. C.T. was already doing most of the day-to-day administration. Himself was down in that little post-production closet off the lab for like a solid month. Mario'd bring food and... essentials down. Sometimes he'd eat with Lyle. I don't think he came up to ground level for at least a month, except for just one trip out to Belmont to McLean's for a two-day purge and detox. This was about a week after he came back. He'd flown off somewhere for three days, for what the impression I get was work-related business. Film-related. If Lyle didn't go with him Lyle went somewhere, because he wasn't in the weight room. I know Mario didn't go with him and didn't know what was up. Mario doesn't lie. It was unclear whether he'd finished whatever he was editing. Himself I mean. He stopped living on April First, if you weren't sure, was the day. I can tell you on April First he wasn't back by the time P.M. matches started, because I'd been around the lab door right after lunch and he wasn't back.'

'He went in for another detox you say. In what, March?'

'The Moms herself emerged and risked exterior transit and took him herself, so I gather it was urgent.'

'He quit drinking in January, Hal. It was something Joelle was real specific about. She called even after we'd agreed not to call and told me about it even after I said I didn't want to hear about him if she was going to still be in his things. She said he hadn't had a drop in weeks. It was her condition for letting him put her in what he was doing. She said he said he'd do anything.'

'Well, I don't know what to tell you. By this time it was hard to tell whether he'd been ingesting anything or not. Apparently at a certain point it stops making a difference.'

'Did he have film-related things with him when he flew somewhere? A film case? Equipment?'