God. Since there did not seem to be anyone around, I pulled out my phone to record the eventâ Mary on an Ice Chest âand, as luck would have it, at that minute the smaller of the two gay men emerged from the other side of the garage, a door there to a storeroom, and saw me holding the iPhone in that unmistakable pose necessary for taking a picture, which in no way resembled the way one holds the phone when using it, so there was no getting around what was going on. âTaking a picture of Mary,â I said, thinking the best way to handle the situation was directly. âYou donât see enough of her these days.â
The guy came to the car window and looked back to see what the shot was, then stuck out his hand and said, âIâve been wanting to introduce myself. Iâm Gil. We moved down from Houston recently.â
âWallace Webster,â I said, sticking my hand out the window. âI used to live there, Houston, out Memorial. Moved here some years ago with my ex-wife.â
âWas that her, the Jilly person I met?â he said.
âNo. Jillyâs a friend I used to work with. She keeps me company down here sometimes. And I have a daughter, Morgan, you may have seen. We live down the way here.â I pointed out the windshield. âThanks for the shrimp, by the way. Delicious.â
âWe have Mary to keep us company,â Gil said, turning to give her another look. âIâm getting ready to clean her up some, maybe repaintâthat blueâs a little faded. We like to have her around. I always say thereâs no reason not to have things around you that make you feel better, whatever your beliefs. You donât think anyone will be upset, do you?â
âCanât imagine,â I said.
âWe talked to a couple of folks. People walk by, so we talk to them and they all say the same thing. They like itâthey said, anyway. Weâre not pressuring anyone, but itâs a good feeling you get when you come home and sheâs standing there, watching over things. We like her.â
âSheâs nice,â I said. âI was raised Catholic, so sheâs an old friend. Iâm glad sheâs in the neighborhood.â
âGreat,â he said. âWe should have dinner sometime. I cook, we could eat out on the deck there. Weâve got some other statuary coming.â
âI donât get out much,â I said. âPlease donât take offense, but I donât socialize much, not at all, really. And my scheduleâs all screwed up, soâbut itâs a kind invitation and I thank you for the thought.â
âWell, all right,â he said, now backing a step away from the car. âIâm pleased to have met you and look forward to seeing you, uh, when I see you. Howâs that?â
âPerfect,â I said.
âAnd you can fill me in on the gossip down here. I mean, there are a lot of rumors, and weâre not in the loop, if you know what I mean.â
âProbably more than I am,â I said. âPleasure meeting you, too. Iâm going on to the house.â I pointed out the windshield again and lifted my foot off the brake and let the car roll slowly forward.
âMaybe you could send me a copy of that picture,â he said.
âSure,â I said, toeing the brake to receive the business card he was handing me. It had nothing but his name and an e-mail address on it.
âIâd appreciate that,â Gil said. âLetâs chat again.â
âWill do,â I said, giving him a little salute and pulling away.
6
Velodrome
ONE AFTERNOON later in the month driving south, toward Texas City, I got caught in a merciless thunderstorm and took refuge at Chantal Whiteâs bar and restaurant, Velodrome. She was once a beauty, apparently, as evidenced by beauty-contest photos hung lopsidedly around the room, but in person she was comfortably weathered. I introduced myself,