Robbie drank his beer and watched them. The house had a smell that Emery once described as Failed Bachelor. Unwashed clothes, spilled beer, marijuana smoke. Robbie hadn’t smoked in years, but Zach and Tyler had taken up the slack. Robbie used to yell at them but eventually gave up. If his own depressing example wasn’t enough to straighten them out, what was?
After a minute, Zach looked up again. “Nice shirt, Dad.”
“Thanks, son.” Robbie sank into a beanbag chair. “Me and Emery dropped by the museum and saw Leonard.”
“Leonard!” Tyler burst out laughing. “Leonard is so fucking sweet! He’s, like, the craziest guy ever.”
“All Dad’s friends are crazy,” said Zach.
“Yeah, but Emery, he’s cool. Whereas that guy Leonard is just wack.”
Robbie nodded somberly and finished his beer. “Leonard is indeed wack. He’s making a movie.”
“A real movie?” asked Zach.
“More like a home movie. Or, I dunno—he wants to reproduce another movie, one that was already made, do it all the same again. Shot by shot.”
Tyler nodded. “Like
“Seventeen seconds of a 1901 plane crash. The original footage was destroyed, so he’s going to restage the whole thing.”
“A plane crash?” Zach glanced at Tyler. “Can we watch?”
“Not a real crash—he’s doing it with a model. I mean, I think he is.”
“Did they even have planes then?” said Tyler.
“He should put it on YouTube,” said Zach, and turned back to the computer.
“Okay, get out of there.” Robbie rubbed his head wearily. “I need to go online.”
The boys argued but gave up quickly. Tyler left. Zach grabbed his cell phone and slouched upstairs to his room. Robbie got another beer, sat at the computer, and logged out of whatever they’d been playing, then typed in MCCAULEY BELLEROPHON.
Only a dozen results popped up. He scanned them, then clicked the Wikipedia entry for Ernesto McCauley.
Robbie took a long pull at his beer, then typed in MARGARET BLEVIN.
“‘The Magnificent Blevin’?” Robbie snorted. He grabbed another beer and continued reading.
“Leonard wrote this frigging thing!”