"Does she say anything about a black cloud?"
"Uh ... no."
"The new world? Being present for the birth of the new world order?" That sounded like conspiracy talk to me. Like those people who worried about the Trilateral Commission and thought that the Rockefellers ran the world. "No, nothing like that."
"She mention a black cloak?"
I felt suddenly slowed down. Moving very slowly. "What?"
"The other night Ricky was talking about a black cloak, being covered in a black cloak. It was late, he was tired, he was sort of babbling."
"What did he say about the black cloak?"
"Nothing. Just that." She paused. "You think they're taking drugs out there?"
"I don't know," I said.
"You know, there's pressure, working around the clock, and nobody's sleeping much. I wonder about drugs."
"Let me call Ricky," I said.
Mary gave me his cell phone number, and I wrote it down. I was about to dial it when the door slammed, and I heard Eric say, "Hey, Mom! Who's that guy in the car with you?" I got up, and looked out the window at the driveway. Julia's BMW convertible was there, top down. I checked my watch. It was only 4:30.
I went out into the hall and saw Julia hugging Eric. She was saying, "It must have been sunlight on the windshield. There's nobody else in the car."
"Yes there was. I saw him."
"Oh yes?" She opened the front door. "Go look for yourself." Eric went out onto the lawn. Julia smiled at me. "He thinks someone was in the car."
Eric came back in, shrugging. "Oh well. Guess not."
"That's right, honey." Julia walked down the hall toward me. "Is Ellen here?"
"Just got here."
"Great. I'm going to take a shower, and we'll talk. Let's open some wine. What do you want to do about dinner?"
"I've got steaks ready."
"Great. Sounds great."
And with a cheerful wave, she went down the hallway.
It was a warm evening and we had dinner in the backyard. I put out the red-checkered tablecloth and grilled the steaks on the barbecue, wearing my chef's apron that said the chef's word is law, and we had a sort of classic American family dinner.
Julia was charming and chatty, focusing her attention on my sister, talking about the kids, about school, about changes she wanted to make on the house. "That window has to come out," she said, pointing back at the kitchen, "and we'll put French doors in so it'll open to the outside. It'll be great." I was astonished by Julia's performance. Even the kids were staring at her. Julia mentioned how proud she was of Nicole's big part in the forthcoming school play. Nicole said, "Mom, I have a bad part."
"Oh, not really, honey," Julia said.
"Yes, I do. I just have two lines."
"Now honey, I'm sure you're-"
Eric piped up. " 'Look, here comes John now.' 'That sounds pretty serious.' "
"Shut up, weasel turd."
"She says 'em in the bathroom, over and over," Eric announced. "About a billion gazillion times."
Julia said, "Who's John?"
"Those are the lines in the play."
"Oh. Well, anyway, I'm sure you'll be wonderful. And our little Eric is making such progress in soccer, aren't you, hon?"
"It's over next week," Eric said, turning sulky. Julia hadn't made it to any of his games this fall. "It's been so good for him," Julia said to Ellen. "Team sports build cooperation. Especially with boys, it helps with that competitiveness."
Ellen wasn't saying anything, just nodding and listening.
For this particular evening, Julia had insisted on feeding the baby, and had positioned the high chair beside her. But Amanda was accustomed to playing airplane at every mealtime. She was waiting for someone to move the spoon toward her, saying, "Rrrrrrr-owwwww ... here comes the airplane ... open the doors!" Since Julia wasn't doing that, Amanda kept her mouth tightly shut. Which was part of the game, too.
"Oh well. I guess she's not hungry," Julia said, with a shrug. "Did she just have a bottle, Jack?"
"No," I said. "She doesn't get one until after dinner."
"Well, I know that. I meant, before."
"No," I said. "Not before." I gestured toward Amanda. "Shall I try?"
"Sure." Julia handed me the spoon, and I sat beside Amanda and began to play airplane. "Rrrrr-owwww ..." Amanda immediately grinned and opened her mouth.
"Jack's been wonderful with the kids, just wonderful," Julia said to Ellen.
"I think it's good for a man to experience home life," Ellen said.
"Oh, it is. It is. He's helped me a lot." She patted my knee. "You really have, Jack." It was clear to me that Julia was too bright, too cheerful. She was keyed up, talking fast, and obviously trying to impress Ellen that she was in charge of her family. I could see that Ellen wasn't buying it. But Julia was so speedy, she didn't notice. I began to wonder if she were on drugs. Was that the reason for her strange behavior? Was she on amphetamines? "And work," Julia continued, "is so incredible these days. Xymos is really making breakthroughs-the kind of breakthroughs people have been waiting for more than ten years to happen. But at last, it's happening."
"Like the black cloak?" I said, fishing.
Julia blinked. "The what?" She shook her head. "What're you talking about, hon?"
"A black cloak. Didn't you say something about a black cloak the other day?"