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But in a little while it was almost like the old days again. Conor learned that along with all the normal Pumo difficulties, Tina now had to deal with the exciting new complications caused by Maggie being nearly twenty years younger and not only as crazy as he was, but smarter besides. When she moved in with him, Tina began feeling ‘too much pressure.’ This much was absolutely typical. What was different about Maggie was that after a few months she disappeared. Now she was out-Pumoing Pumo. Maggie called him on the telephone, but refused to tell him where she was staying. Sometimes she placed coded messages for him on the back page of the Village Voice.

‘Do you know what it’s like to read the back page of every issue of the Voice when you’re forty-one?’ Pumo asked.

Conor had never read any page of any issue of the Village Voice. He shook his head.

‘Every mistake you ever made with a woman is right there in cold hard print. Falling for someone’s looks – “Beautiful blonde girl in Virginia Woolf T-shirt at Sedutto’s, we almost talked and now I’m kicking myself. I know we could be special. Please call man with backpack. 581-4901.” Romantic idealization – “Suki. You are my shooting star. Cannot live without you. Bill.” Romantic despair – “I haven’t stopped hurting since you left. Forlorn in Yorkville.” Masochism – “Bruiser – No guilt necessary, I forgive you. Puffball.” Cuteness – “Twinky-poo. Twiddles wuvs yum-yum.” Indecision – “Mesquite. Still thinking. Margarita.” Of course there’s a lot of other stuff, too. Prayers to St Jude. Numbers you can call if you want to get off coke. Baldness cures. Lots of Strip-O-Grams. And Jews For Jesus, every single week. But mainly it’s all these broken hearts, this terrible early-twenties agony. Conor, I have to pore over this back page like it was the Rosetta stone. I get the damn paper as soon as it hits the stands on Wednesday morning. I read the page over four or five times because it’s easy to miss clues the first couple of times. See, I have to figure out which messages are hers. Sometimes she calls herself “Type A” – that’s Taipei, where she was born – but other times she’s “Leather Lady.” Or “Half Moon” – that was for a tattoo she got last year.’

‘Where?’ Conor asked. He didn’t feel so bad now, only a little drunk. At least he wasn’t as fucked up as Pumo. ‘On her ass?’

‘Just a little below her navel,’ Tina said. He looked as though he was sorry he had brought up the subject of his girlfriend’s tattoo.

‘Maggie has a half moon tattoed on her pussy?’ Conor asked. He wished he had been in the tattoo parlor when that was going on. Even if Chinese girls weren’t Conor’s thing – they reminded him of the Dragon Lady in ‘Terry and the Pirates’ – he had to admit that Maggie was more than normally good-looking. Everything about Maggie seemed round. She somehow managed to make it seem normal to walk around in chopped-up punk hair and clothes you bought already ripped.

‘No. I told you,’ Pumo said, looking irritated, ‘just a little below her navel. The bottom of a bikini covers most of it.’

‘It’s almost on her pussy!’ Conor said. ‘Is any of it in her hair? Were you there when the guy did it? Did she cry or anything?’

‘You bet I was there. I wanted to make sure he didn’t let his attention wander.’ Pumo took a sip of his drink. ‘Maggie didn’t even blink.’

‘How big is it?’ Conor asked. ‘About half dollar size?’

‘If you’re so curious, ask her to show it to you.’

‘Oh, sure,’ Conor said. ‘I can really see me doing that.’

Then Conor overheard part of the conversation Mike Poole was having with Beans Beevers – something about Ia Thuc and a grunt Poole had talked to during the parade.

Beevers asked, ‘He was an ex-combat soldier?’

‘Looked like he got out of the field about a week ago,’ Mike said, giving his little smile.

‘This vet really remembered all about me, and he said I should get a Medal of Honor?’

‘He said they should have given you a Medal of Honor for what you did, and then taken it away again for shooting off your mouth in front of journalists.’

This was the first time Conor had ever heard Beevers confronted with the opinion, once widely held, that he had been a dope to brag about Ia Thuc to the press. Of course Beevers acted as though he were hearing this opinion for the first time.

‘Ridiculous,’ Beevers said. ‘I can just about go along with him on the Congressional medal idea, but not on that. I’m proud of everything I did there, and I hope all of you are too. If it was up to me, we’d all have Congressional medals.’ He looked down at the front of his shirt, smoothed it, then lifted his chin – stuck it out. ‘But people know we did the right thing. That’s as good as a medal. People agree with the decision of the court-martial, even if they forgot it ever happened.’

Conor wondered how Beans could say these things. He didn’t see how people could know they’d done the right thing at Ia Thuc when even the men who had been there didn’t know exactly what had happened.

‘You’d be surprised how many guys I meet, I’m talking about other lawyers, judges too, who know my name because of that action,’ Beevers said. ‘To tell you the truth, being a sort of a minor league hero has helped me out professionally more than once.’ Beans looked around at all of them with a sweet candor that made Conor want to puke. ‘I’m not ashamed of anything I did in Nam. You have to turn what happens to you into a plus.’

Michael Poole laughed. ‘Spoken from the heart, Harry.’

‘This is important,’ Beevers insisted. For a second he looked both pained and puzzled. ‘I have the impression that you three guys are accusing me of something.’

‘I didn’t accuse you of anything, Harry,’ Poole said.

‘So didn’t I,’ said Conor in exasperation. He pointed at Tina Pumo. ‘So didn’t he!’

‘We were with each other every step of the way,’ Harry said, and it took Conor a moment to figure out that he had gone back to talking about Ia Thuc. ‘We always helped each other out. We were a team, all of us, Spitalny included.’

Conor could restrain himself no longer. ‘I wish that asshole would have got killed there,’ he broke in. ‘I never met anybody as mean as him. Spitalny didn’t like anybody, man. Right? And he claimed he got stung by wasps? In that cave? I don’t think there are any wasps in Nam, man. I saw bugs the size of dogs there, man, but I never saw any wasps.’

Tina interrupted him with a loud groan. ‘Don’t talk to me about wasps. Don’t talk to me about bugs – any kind of bugs!’

‘Is this related to the trouble you’re having?’ Mike asked.

‘The Department of Health has strong feelings on the subject of six-legged creatures,’ Pumo said. ‘I don’t even want to discuss it.’

‘Let’s get back to the subject, if you don’t mind,’ Beevers said, giving Poole a mysteriously loaded glance.

What the hell is the subject? Conor wondered.

Pumo said, ‘How about we have another little blast up here and then go down, get something to eat, see some of the entertainment. Jimmy Stewart’s supposed to be here. I always liked Jimmy Stewart.’

Beevers said, ‘Mike, are you the only one who knows what I was leading up to? Remind them why we’re here. Help me out.’

‘Lieutenant Beevers thinks it’s time to talk about Koko,’ Poole said.