Bad Business by Robert B Parker

Author:Robert B Parker [Parker, Robert B]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf

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I met Marlene Rowley for lunch at the new Legal Seafood in Cambridge. The weather was nice so we sat outside in Charles Square. I didn't know whether it meant that widowhood agreed with her or didn't agree with her, but Marlene had porked up a bit. Her face was puffy and her butt was more robust. When we were seated she had a glass of white wine. I ordered iced tea.

"Don't you drink?" Marlene said.

"I try not to at lunch. Makes me sleepy."

"Isn't that interesting," Marlene said. "It has no effect on me, you know."

She was talking to me but her eyes were ranging Charles Square. The waiter brought our drinks and took our order.

"You were taking a seminar with Darrin O'Mara," I said.

"Who told you that?" she said.

She took a large snort of white wine.

"Darrin."

"My God," she said. "That's a violation of confidentiality."

"That's what it sounds like to me," I said.

"That bastard," she said.

"So tell me a little about that," I said.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"I don't need you prying into my sex life."

"You don't?"

"Oh don't be so smart."

"I'm trying," I said. "But I'm not succeeding. What were the seminars like?"

"Could you order me another glass of wine?" Marlene said.

"Sure," I said.

When that was accomplished I said, "What were the seminars like?"

Marlene drank from her second glass.

"They were emancipating," she said. "When I entered the program I was in thrall to sexual convention."

"Yikes," I said.

"Do you know what thrall means?"

"I do," I said.

"What?" she said.

"Captive," I said.

"Well, you are smart," she said.

"I am. But not because I know what thrall means. Tell me about escaping the bondage of sexual convention."

"That's one of the first things we learned," Marlene said. "Darrin explained that people would be uncomfortable with sexual freedom, and would denigrate it."

"Disparage," I said.

"What?"

"Denigrate means disparage."

She frowned.

"Yes," she said.

Several waiters arrived at our table with lunch.

"So what did you do to escape?" when they left.

"Darrin taught us to experience our sexuality as fully as we could."

"Not a bad thing," I said. "Did he offer specifics?"

"Specifics?"

"How were you to accomplish the experiential thing?" I said.

"Excuse me?"

"Did you, ah, spouse swap? Meet people at mixers? Hang outside of South Station and yell, `Hey, sailor'?"

"Don't be offensive," she said.

"Sometimes it gets away from me," I said.

"Well, I am not going to sit here and talk about my most intimate experiences with you, if that's what you think."

"Isn't modesty just another snare of conventional sex attitudes?"

Marlene showed no interest in her crab salad. She snagged a busboy on his way by.

"Could I have some more wine?" she said.

"I send your waiter right over," the bus boy said.

"Why are you asking me all this?" Marlene said.

While she waited for the waiter, she tipped her glass up to drain the remaining droplets. I had a spoonful of my chowder.

"I'm detecting," I said when I'd swallowed the chowder. "Did O'Mara do anything but urge you to be free?"

"I am paying you to find out who murdered my husband," she said.

The waiter brought Marlene a glass of wine.

"You should probably bring me another glass, when you get the chance," she said to the waiter.

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