Griffin, W.E.B. - The Corps 01 - Semper Fi by Griffin W. E. B

Author:Griffin, W. E. B.
Language: eng
Format: epub

Anne-Marie said the food in the 12th Street Bar & Grill was always good, and they didn't ask an arm and a leg for it. McCoy knew she was less concerned with good food and saving his money than she was in going where the old man would be hanging out so he'd see them together all dressed-up, and him driving a LaSalle.

"I saw a place on the way into town, Norristown Tavern... Inn... that looked nice," McCoy said.

"They charge an arm and a leg in there," Anne-Marie said. "Yeah, they do, Kenny," Dutch agreed. He did care, McCoy decided, what it was going to cost.

"What the hell, I don't get to come all that often," McCoy said.

When they were in the Norristown Inn, in a booth against the wall, Anne-Marie looked up from trying to force a spoonful of potatoes into the boy and whispered, "There's Daddy."

Good ol' Pat McCoy was at the bar, with a sharp-faced female, her hair piled high on top of her head,

her lipstick a red gash across her pale face... obviously the second Mrs. Patrick J. McCoy.

McCoy thought it over, and when they were on their strawberry shortcake, he got up from the table without saying anything and walked to the bar. "Hello," he said to his father. His father nodded at him. The second Mrs. McCoy looked at him curiously. He's not surprised to see me, which means that he saw me at the table with Anne-Marie and Dutch. And didn't come over. "You're home, I see," McCoy's father said. "About ten days ago."

McCoy's father moved his glass in little circles on the bar. "Learn anything in the Marine Corps?" McCoy's father asked. That told his new wife who I am. Now she doesn't like me either. "I learned a little," McCoy said. "So what are you doing now, looking for a job?"

"Not yet." "Maybe the Dutchman'll give you one pumping gas," his father said. He laughed at his own wit and turned

to his wife for an audience. She dutifully tittered. "Maybe he will," McCoy said, and walked back to the table. "What did he say?" Anne-Marie asked. "Not much," McCoy said. He told himself he was being a prick when the bill came and he got mad that Anne-Marie had ordered

one of everything on the menu. He'd offered to take them to dinner; he shouldn't bitch about what it cost. He told Anne-Marie and Dutch that he had to go back to Philadelphia, so he couldn't stay over on the foldaway bed. But he promised to write. Then he dropped them at their row house. Before he left, he asked for Tommy's address.

They were obviously pressed for dough, and he considered slipping Anne-Marie fifty bucks "to buy something for the kids," but decided against it. She'd already started moaning abut how hard it was to make it with two kids on what Dutch brought home from the Amoco station. If he gave her money, she would be back for more.

He didn't return to Philly.

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