you? I dream about him. I'm going. We can go separately or together, but I'm going.'
'You weren't joking, were you?'
'Huh?'
'When you called me on the phone from that theatre. You really didn't know he was dead.'
'Jesus Christ! You think I'd joke about something like that?'
'No,' he said, but not right away. He didn't say no until he'd thought it over carefully. He saw the possibility of all hands being turned against him now. Will Darnell had done that to him, and Buddy Repperton, and I suppose his mother and father too. But it wasn't just them, or even principally them, because none of them was the first cause. It was the car.
'You dream about him.'
'Yes.'
He stood there with his clean shirt in his hands, musing over that.
'The paper said Libertyville Heights Cemetery, I said finally. 'You going to take the bus or ride with me?'
'I'll ride with you.'
'Good deal.'
We stood on a hill above the graveside service, neither daring or wanting to go down and join the handful of mourners. There were less than a dozen of them all told, half of them old guys in uniforms that looked old and carefully preserved - you could almost smell the mothballs. LeBay's casket was on runners over the grave. There was a flag on it. The preacher's words drifted up to us on a hot late-August breeze: man is like the grass which grows and then is cut down, man is like a flower which blooms in the spring and fades in the summer, man is in love, and loves what passes.
When the service ended, the flag was removed, and a man who looked to be in his sixties threw a handful of earth onto the coffin. Little particles trickled off and fell into the hole beneath. The obit had said he was survived by a brother and a sister. This had to be the brother; the resemblance wasn't overwhelming, but it was there. The sister evidently hadn't made it; there was no one but the boys down there around that hole in the ground.
Two of the American Legion types folded the flag into a cocked hat, and one of them handed it to LeBay's brother. The preacher asked the Lord to bless them and keep them, to make His face shine upon them, to lift them up and give them peace. They started to drift away. I looked around for Arnie and Arnie wasn't beside me anymore. He had gone a little distance away, He was standing under a tree. There were tears on his checks.
'You okay, Arnie?' I asked. It occurred to me that I sure as hell hadn't seen any tears down there, and if Roland D. LeBay had known that Arnie Cunningham was going to be the only person to shed a tear for him at his small-time graveside ceremonies in one of Western Pennsylvania's lesser-known boneyards, he might have knocked fifty bucks off the price of his shitty car. After all, Arnie still would have been paying a hundred and fifty more than it was worth.
He skidded the heels of his hands up the sides of his face in a gesture that was nearly savage. 'Fine,' he said hoarsely. 'Come on.'
'Sure.'
I thought he meant it was time to go, but he didn't start back toward where I'd parked my Duster; he started down the hill instead. I started to ask him where he was going and then shut my mouth. I knew well enough; he wanted to talk to LeBay's brother.
The brother was standing with two of the Legionnaire types, talking quietly, the flag under his arm. He was dressed in the suit of a man who is approaching retirement on a questionable income; it was a blue pinstripe with a slightly shiny seat. His tie was wrinkled at the bottom, and his white shirt had a yellowish tinge at the collar.
He glanced around at us.
'Pardon me,' Arnie said, 'but you're Mr LeBay's brother, aren't you?'
'Yes, I am.' He looked at Arnie questioningly and, I thought, a little warily.
Arnie put out his hand. 'My name is Arnold Cunnningham. I knew your brother slightly. I bought a car from him a short while ago.'
When Arnie put his hand out, LeBay had automatically reached for it - with American men, the only gesture which may be more ingrained than the handshake response is checking your fly to make sure it's zipped after you come out of a public restroom. But when Arnie went on to say he had