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“Your father is fine,” Mom said. “It’s a broken nose.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s still with the doctor. But he’s fine. And the nose? It’ll have a new bump. Don’t tell him, but I think it’s kind of sexy.”
“I bet it is,” Myron said.
There was a pause.
“Mom?”
“What’s going on, Myron?”
“What do you mean?”
“I tell you it looks sexy, you usually say something like ‘I don’t need to hear this’ or ‘Ew, Mom, stop.’”
Man, Dad was right about how well she could read him.
“He broke his nose,” Myron said. “I’m worried about him. Did he fall? Did he hit his head? Make sure the doctor checks for a concussion. Is someone there to help you guys? Not just Cousin Norman. Call Aunt Tessie too. Also I want you guys to hire a nurse.”
“A what?”
“A nurse. Just to stay the night.”
“Do you know how expensive a nurse is?”
“I’ll pay.”
“Thank you, Daddy Warbucks, but I don’t want a stranger staying in my house.”
“They wouldn’t be a stranger—”
“And I’m supposed to entertain now too?”
“A nurse, Mom. I said a nurse, not a houseguest.”
“Speaking of which, the house is a mess. Your father is a slob. I don’t want a strange nurse just coming over—”
“Okay, fine, no nurse. I’ll call Aunt Tessie and—”
“Already done. We have plenty of help. Too much, in fact. Speaking of which, Tessie just arrived. I’ll call you later.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
After Grace left, Jeremy said that he was hungry, so Myron asked him in as casual a voice as he could muster whether he’d like to go out for a bite. Jeremy answered in the affirmative and they were now ensconced at a corner table at Friedmans on 72nd Street, not far from the Dakota.
“What did you make of what Grace said?” Jeremy asked.
“Not sure,” Myron said. “You?”
“Hard to read her. I was trained in interrogating enemy combatants. When they’ve been captured, there are obviously high levels of stress. They’re nervous, afraid, often young. We factor that in. We don’t get too much practice interrogating a middle-aged woman in a Fifth Avenue luxury apartment.”
“But?”
“I don’t think she’s lying, do you?”
Myron tilted his head back and forth in a yes-no gesture. “Something was off with her story.”
