Flynn by Gregory Mcdonald

Author:Gregory Mcdonald [Mcdonald, Gregory]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, Police, Humour, Francis Xavier (Fictitious character), Aircraft accidents, Flynn
ISBN: 9780375713576
Publisher: Vintage
Published: 1977-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

"Really, Inspector, if you wanted to have lunch with me, a simple invitation by telephone would have caused me to give the request full consideration. It was not necessary for you to send half the police force of the City of Boston and the Village of Kendall Green to bang down my door, frisk me, read me my rights in a loud and unintelligible shout, handcuff me, and whisk me, sirens blaring, into your jurisdiction. I'll have the escargots." Elbows on the white tablecloth, Sassie Fleming folded her hands primly in the air. She had handcuff marks on both wrists. "You might have more confidence in your personal sexual magnetism. Of course, you may have felt that to invite me to lunch within twenty-four hours of my learning of my widowhood would be improper, as, indeed, it would be. But surely it would not have been as unconscionable as this grievous aggression against my person, my privacy, and my mourning. And, I think, a green salad."

"Is that all?" asked Flynn.

"No," said Sassie. "A glass of the white table wine would be nice, too."

Flynn told the waiter their needs.

Sassie said, "Tell me you had nothing to do with having me arrested."

"I had nothing to do with having you arrested. I had

sent Grover to his kennel to lick his wounds on his straw pallet—which is what I thought he was doing."

"How did he get so beat up, anyway?"

"Oh, that. Grover has a spectacularly unsuccessful arrest record."

"I didn't mind him appearing at the door, writ in one hand and a bolt of lightning in the other, but Kendall Green being out of your jurisdiction, he had to be accompanied to my house by a Kendall Green policeman. There are only two. I found it all rather embarrassing. Especially after my efforts this last year to get a motion through the village council to get new uniforms for both of them."

"I can't apologize," Flynn said. "I didn't do it. I didn't know he was doing it. How are things otherwise?"

"I'm better than I might be. I borrowed somebody's horse yesterday afternoon, after you left, and had a lovely, long, hard ride by myself."

"Is that what you do to make yourself feel better?"

"One has to do something, Frank. One can't sit in a dark corner and cry to oneself. I'll go back to work next week. Monday. And then it will be spring, and I can get the garden going."

"How long were you married to the Judge?"

"About five years." They had been served, and they were eating. "Now you're going to give me a lot of dime psychoanalysis about my marrying someone old enough to be my father,"

"I'm not."

"I have not suffered the lack of a father. My father is alive, well, working. We're very close. Charlie and I were real lovers. His being twenty-two years older than I necessarily took some of the edge off it, of course. I mean, we knew that I would be more sexually interested than he, as time went on, but we never thought I should give up my sexual independence.

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