Early Warning

Arthur lay down next to her and arranged his arm for her to roll up against him. Just when she was relaxing, he whispered deep in her ear, “It isn’t good.”

She waited.

“We’ve been bombing and bombing and bombing the Indonesians, pretending that the bombers are Indonesian rebel bombers. But they are our bombers. If there’s a fucking commie anywhere out there, I will shit in my own hat. The whole operation has been such a failure that we are about to switch sides, and congratulate Sukarno on suppressing the commies. It’s our planes he’s shot down.”

Lillian didn’t move.

Arthur was silent for a long moment, then said, “It’s Finn and I who have to rewrite the reports headed to the White House. Lots of civilian deaths.”

Then he said, “And the reports about Frank Wisner. Everyone in Indonesia says that he’s crazy as a bedbug.” Arthur’s tone hardened. He moved away from her, said, “I wish I could say I feel any pity or compassion. It was just that today we were all whispering about Wisner, and when I was sitting in my office, thinking about him, my heart started pounding, and I was just so angry I could have burst into tears. Believe me, I was not thinking, Oh, you poor guy — I was thinking, Why go crazy now, why not years ago?”

She said, “Faye Purvis got her husband to admit he was in love with his secretary that way.”

And now Arthur really laughed.

She didn’t suggest that he quit his job.

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TIM KNEW Janny loved him best. Uncle Frank had flown her down for a visit on his new plane, and then taken all of them up for a ride. There were only four seats, so Tim sat in the copilot’s seat, and Mom and Dad sat behind him. Dad kept saying, “Lil! Take your hands down! It’s beautiful!” Tim liked it, but he got a little sick, so he didn’t like it as much as he told Uncle Frank he did. The best part was flying over their own house, a long L with a gray roof, set flat into the rectangle that was their “property,” the oval of the swimming pool tucked into the L. He hadn’t realized they had so many trees.

After Uncle Frank left, Janny stayed for six weeks, and went to day camp with Debbie and Deanie. Tim roamed the neighborhood with the Sloan brothers.

Janny had five matching outfits, a different one for every day of camp. Mom said, “That makes it easy,” because they were always waiting for Debbie to decide what she was going to wear. One day she wore a ballet outfit. Tim thought she was a birdbrain.

Janny asked Tim questions: Did he have a baseball bat? Did he have a ball? Would he teach her to hit the ball? Would he throw the ball twenty-five times? How deep was the deep end of their pool? Did he ever dive into it? Did he know how to do a jackknife? How about a cannonball? Can you show me a can opener? Tim showed her how to hit the ball, pitched the ball not twenty-five but thirty-two times, tried a jackknife, demonstrated a cannonball and a can opener (on this one he really rocked back and made a big splash). Janny watched him intently, her hair plastered to her tiny head and her swimming suit drooping on her skinny body. She was only eight. When he did something funny, she laughed and laughed.

She also played with Debbie, of course, endless games of War, Slapjack, and Crazy Eights, and she even played with Deanie — Old Maid and pickup sticks. Debbie’s friends came over, and they played blindman’s bluff, hide and seek, and spud (Tim and the Sloan boys were allowed to join this game if they didn’t aim the ball straight at the girls). Since it was summer, Mom and Dad let them stay up until ten-thirty or eleven every night.