English, using engaging examples and self-deprecating humor. He used his twice-weekly two-minute segments to explain things like the cityâs responsibility to repair beach erosion after a brutal norâeaster (âWhere people like me keep rebuilding, an example of hope trumping experienceâ); how a restaurant dishwasher had used his computer skills to set up shop selling fake IDs (âUsing computer skills so sophisticated, it makes you wonder why he stayed washing dishesâ); the governmentâs right to regulate gambling in private homes (âLike last monthâs poker game where I lost my shirtâ); and the long-term impact on building the new high school if voters turned down the proposed bond issue (âUltimately, lower property values, even for those of us who keep adding real property by trucking in tons of sand to counteract the effects of beach erosionâ). Although he had to be in his late forties, his loose-limbed gait, full head of hair, and unlined face made him appear younger.
âWhat on earth are you doing here, Penn?â Alice asked, leaning in for a butterfly kiss.
He kissed Aliceâs cheek. âIâm looking for you, gorgeous! Got a sec?â
âFor you? Of course. Anytime.â Alice pointed to the dolls on Sashaâs desk. âLook what I just bought! Twenty-three beauties.â
âNice! Are they rare?â
âRare enough,â she said proudly.
âI like your style, Alice. Always have.â
She smiled. âDo you know Josie?â she asked him, and when he said he hadnât had the pleasure, she introduced us.
âI enjoy your reports,â I told him.
âThanks,â he said, grinning broadly. âCan I steal Alice for a sec?â
âWeâre done anyway,â she said. She waved around the office. ââBye, all!â
Penn held the door for her, and she followed him out into the warm afternoon. Glancing at the thermometer fastened to the outside of the big window overlooking the parking lot, I saw it was seventy-five degrees, a glorious May day. I watched them walk to the center of the lot and stop. Penn said something, opening his arms and flipping his palms upâI have no choice, the gesture communicated. Alice shook her head, no, no. He spoke again, grasping her upper arms and shaking her a little, then dropping his hands and waiting for her reply. She looked away, toward the stone wall across the road, then smoothed her hair, though not one strand was out of place. She inhaled so deeply I could see her chest move. She pulled her shoulders back and raised her chin as she said something, pride stiffening her spine, it seemed. She reached a hand out to touch his arm, an appeal. He shook his head, brushed her arm aside, and strode off to his car, a cream-colored vintage Jaguar. She stood and watched. Poor Alice, I thought.
I said good-bye to everyone in the office and stepped outside. Penn was just pulling out of the lot, turning right, east, toward the church, toward the ocean. Alice watched him until his car was out of sight, then turned to face me. We stood, the silence lingering awkwardly between us. A muscle twitched in her neck. I guessed Penn had been the bearer of more bad news. If I were her, I wouldnât want to talk about it, at least not with a relative stranger like me.
âBye-bye,â I said aiming for a light tone. âIâll let you know when the appraisalâs done.â I turned away and hurried toward the last row of the parking lot, where Iâd parked.
âPenn didnât want to blindside me,â she said in a brittle monotone.
I stopped and looked at her. Her eyes burned into mine. Earlier sheâd sounded philosophical. Now she sounded angry.
âHe said he came to tell me in person because weâre friends. Ha. Some friend. His segment tonight will explain what my impending indictment for fraud means to the alleged victims, and whether