“I’m right here.”
Ben whipped his head around. It was Jones speaking, but Jones, the perfect mimic, was speaking not in his own voice but in the voice they had just heard over the telephone.
Jones laid his hand on her shoulder. “I’m here, Mother. I came as soon as I heard.”
Mrs. Marmelstein placed her shaking hand on his. “I’m so glad, Paulie. I’ve wanted to talk to you again so much.”
“Mother,” Jones continued, “I want you to know—I’m sorry about what happened.”
She cut him off. “I’m the one who should be sorry, Paulie. I was wrong. I know that now. All this time, I’ve been hoping you’d return—so I could beg your forgiveness. A mother should stand by her son. Always. Can you forgive a foolish old woman?”
Jones squeezed tighter. “Of course,” he said, barely above a whisper. “There’s nothing to forgive.”
“Paulie,” she continued. “I want to explain something to you. About my will. I’ve left the house to Benjamin.”
Ben’s jaw dropped. She what!
“That may seem strange, but I know you never really loved it and probably don’t want it. Ben needs it. He’s always getting himself into money troubles, trying to save the world on a shoestring budget. He thinks I don’t know how much difficulty he’s had, just as he thinks I don’t know how much money he’s slipped into my petty cash box over the years. But I do know. I’ve known all along.”
Ben felt an itching in his eyes he couldn’t seem to scratch.
“That’s all right,” Jones reassured her. “You’re doing the right thing.”
“I know. I just wanted to explain it to you. I wanted you to understand that even though I’m giving Ben the house—I still love you. Very much.”
“I love you too, Mother. And I always will.”
Her voice seemed easier now, calmer, soothed by hearing her son’s voice one last time. Jones never let the impersonation drop. He stayed with her for the rest of the night, as did they all, till early morning, when at last they saw the line on the monitor go flat, and the life-support console began to play its doleful one-note tune.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I WOULD LIKE TO express my appreciation to all the attorneys and scientists who are working together to learn the truth about environmentally derived diseases. Of course, I want to thank Jan Schlictmann, whose courageous lawsuit based upon the contamination in Woburn, Massachusetts, was recounted in Jonathan Harr’s masterly book A Civil Action. Unfortunately, that case was only the first, and Woburn is only one of many disease clusters that have arisen in recent years. All the outbreaks mentioned in chapter 33 are real. Too often it seems the diseases, ranging from cancer to autism and particularly targeting children, are linked to environmental contaminants. Readers wishing to learn the latest about this disturbing trend should visit the Web site: www.civilactive.com.
As before, I want to thank my friend and editor Joe Blades for his continued support and excellent work. I’m also keenly grateful to my literary agents, Robert Gottlieb and Matt Bialer at the William Morris Agency. I want to thank Arlene Joplin for reading my manuscript before publication and catching any number of foolish errors. I want to thank Robert Ginnish, Barbara Graham, and Hyla Glover for suggesting the title. And I want to thank my wife, the nicest person I’ve ever known.
My e-mail address is: [email protected], and I welcome mail from readers. You can also visit my Web page at: www.williambernhardt.com.
-William Bernhardt
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