on her along the bridge of his nose.
âWell, no one knew, you see. No one but me and Beth,I suppose. He never kept anything from his little sister. He told us he was going to do it. In a snit about something or other, having to put on his shirt and tieâget a haircut before Sunday. Something.â She looked out beyond the glass to the poolâkids admonishing each other, practicing adult things: taking sides, holding grudges. âReverendâWentworth? Was that his name?â
The man across from her nodded. âDid you get the feeling he meant any harm by it?â
Joyce had a vivid memory of poor Mr. Wentworth finally coming to rest in a fetal position on the floor beside the pulpit: one of his shoes had come off; she remembered noticing a hole in the heel of his sock. âIt was too much of a coincidence, but I canât believe Simon really had anything to do with it; he wasnât a malicious kid. Heâd never want to hurt anybody. âWhat are Pentecostals?â I remember him asking me that about a week before it happened. Heâd seen something on TV, he said. About speaking in tongues.â
She shifted in her chair and leaned over to massage her Achilles tendon. âHe had this knack, you seeâGeorge used to say, âThe kidâs possessed,â but it wasnât like that; Simon always knew what he was doing. It was always him doing itâdo you know what I mean? One time when he was about four or five he caught a chill and his temperature shot up; we had to put him in a tub of ice water, to bring his temperature down. The doctor was afraid heâd go into convulsions. We were up all night with him till the fever broke. âBillyâs dog Soldierâs going to bark.â Thatâs what he said when he opened his eyes. âBillyâs dog Soldierâs going to bark.â Iâll never forget it. A minute later a dog started barking down the street somewhere. We didnât know who Billy was, some boy Simon knewâweâdnever met him. There was this barking, though. Right after he said that.â
âWere these isolated incidents orâwould you say they were typical?â Thornquist asked, straightening up and reaching into his jacket; he took out a small notebook.
âThe television started acting upâthat was the next thing, I guess. At first we thought it was the cable company. A program would come on, or Beth would change the channelâput on something Simon didnât likeâand the picture would go all funny. Sometimes it would go back to the show he wanted. The cable people couldnât figure it out. It would never happen when they were around.
âAnd then he got into diving, which I think made him more content with himself, less angry with the world. His father was a good swimmer and we had a pool at the house by then, and later on this one at the club. He picked it up really fast; he was fearless, heâd try anything. We got him involved in a program. His coach said he had a good âkinetic memory.â He started competing, winning every now and then. When he did those somersaults it was like he made time stand still.â She paused and looked out to the pool; Thornquist took a sip of coffee and crossed his legs. âHe could have gone to the Olympics if it wasnât for the accident,â she continued. âThe Junior Olympics, about twelve, thirteen years ago. The ten-meter platform: that was his thingâthe tower. He hit his head coming out of a back two-and-a-half. Ended up with a horrible cut and a slight concussion. Thatâs all, thank God. We were scared heâd done himself some permanent damage, and I guess it did, reallyâafter that he couldnât dive anymore. For a while he wouldnât even go near a pool.â
âDo you know where he is now, Mrs. Hayward? Is there a number we could reach him at?â
Eli Thornquist regretted having the piece of pie. It had