“Yeah, listen.” He put the key in the ignition. “You need to fish or cut bait here. Do you understand me? It’s not fair to Walter otherwise.”
She looked straight ahead through the windshield. “What isn’t fair?”
“Giving him hope. Leading him on.”
“That’s what you think I’m doing?”
“He’s an extraordinary person. He’s very, very serious. You need to take some care with him.”
“I know that,” she said. “You don’t have to tell me that.”
“Well, so, what did you come over here for? It seemed to me—”
“What? What did it seem to you?”
“It seemed to me like I was interrupting something. But then, when I tried to get away . . .”
“God, you really are a jerk.”
Richard nodded as if he couldn’t care less what she thought of him, or as if he were tired of stupid women saying stupid things to him. “When I tried to get away,” he said, “you seemed not to want to take the hint. Which is fine, that’s your choice. I just want to make sure you know you’re kind of tearing Walter apart.”
“I really don’t want to talk about this with you.”
“Fine. We won’t talk about it. But you’ve been seeing a lot of him, right? Practically every day, right? For weeks and weeks.”
“We’re friends. We hang out.”
“Nice. And you know the situation in Hibbing.”
“Yes. His mom needs help with the hotel.”
Richard smiled unpleasantly. “That’s what you know?”
“Well, and his dad’s not well, and his brothers aren’t doing anything.”
“And that’s what he’s told you. That’s the extent of it.”
“His dad has emphysema. His mom has disabilities.”
“And he’s working construction twenty-five hours a week and pulling down As in law school. And there he is, every day, with all that time to hang out with you. How nice for you, that he has so much free time. But you’re a good-looking chick, you deserve it, right? Plus you’ve got your terrible injury. That and being good-looking: that earns you the right not to even ask him any questions.”
Patty was burning with her feeling of injustice. “You know,” she said unsteadily, “he talks about what a jerk you are to women. He talks about that.”
This seemed not to interest Richard in the slightest. “I’m just trying to understand this in the context of your being such pals with wee Eliza,” he said. “It’s making more sense to me now. It didn’t when I first saw you. You seemed like a nice suburban girl.”
“So I’m a jerk, too. Is that what you’re saying? I’m a jerk and you’re a jerk.”
“Sure. Whatever you like. I’m Not OK, You’re Not OK. Whatever. I’m just asking you not to be a jerk to Walter.”
“I’m not!”
“I’m simply telling you what I see.”
“Well, you see wrong. I really like Walter. I really care about him.”
“And yet you’re apparently unaware that his dad’s dying of liver disease and his older brother’s in jail for vehicular assault and his other brother’s spending his Army paychecks making payments on his vintage Corvette. And Walter’s averaging about four hours of sleep while you’re being friends and hanging out, just so you can come over here and flirt with me.”
Patty became very quiet.
“It’s true I didn’t know all of that,” she said after a while. “All of that information. But you shouldn’t be friends with him if you’ve got a problem with people flirting with you.”
“Ah. So it’s my fault. I getcha.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but it kind of is.”
“I rest my case,” Richard said. “You need to get your thoughts straightened out.”
“I’m aware that I need to do that,” Patty said. “But you’re still being a jerk.”
“Look, I’ll drive you to New York, if that’s what you want. Two jerks on the road. Could be fun. But if that’s what you want, you need to do me a favor and stop stringing Walter along.”
“Fine. Please take me home now.”
Due perhaps to the nicotine, she spent that entire night sleeplessly replaying the evening in her head, trying to do as Richard had demanded and get her thoughts straight. But it was an odd mental kabuki, because even as she was circling around and around the question of what kind of person she was and what her life was ultimately going to look like, one fat fact sat fixed and unchanging at the center of her: she wanted to take a road trip with Richard and, what’s more, she was going to do it. The sad truth was that their talk in the car had been a tremendous excitement and