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@@@@@ I believed what I'd seen upstairs, too 239 "Come on," I muttered"Pick the motherfucker up I didn't know what I'd say if he did, and didn't careAll I wanted right then was to hear his voice I did, but on a recording"Hi, you've reached Tom Riley," he said"My brother George and I are off with our mother, on our annual cruise - it's Nassau this yearWhat do you say, Mother?" "That I'm a Bahama Mama!" said a cigarette-cracked but undeniably cheerful voice "That's right, she is," Tom resumed"We'll be back February eighthIn the meantime, you can leave a messagewhen, George?" "At the zound of the zeep!" cried a male voiceOr you can call my office He gave the number, and then all three of them said "BON VOYAGE!" I hung up without saying anythingIt hadn't sounded like the outgoing message of a man contemplating suicide, but of course he had been with his nearest and dearest (the ones who, later on, were most apt to say "He seemed fine"), and - "Who says it's going to be suicide?" I asked the empty roomand then looked around fearfully to 240 make sure it was empty"Who says it might not be an accident? Or even murder? Assuming it hasn't happened already?" But if it had already happened, someone would probably have called meMaybe Bozie, but most likely Pam This time telling the room"It's suicide and it hasn't happened yet I got up and crutched into the bedroomI'd been using the crutch less lately, but I wanted it tonight, indeed I did My best girl was propped against the pillows on the side of the bed that would have belonged to a real woman, if I'd still had oneI sat down, picked her up and looked into those big blue peepers, so full of cartoon surprise: Ouuuu, you nasty man! My Reba, who looked like Lucy Ricar