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with his role. He was the/aw in La Vista and crime

was a personal affront. I recalled his anger at my

suggestion that Woody and Nona might be some-

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she should make sure not to clampdown. Even if it

gets abusive.”

“I’ll pass iton. I’d like you to see them once they

get back to L.A.”

“I can’t, Mal. I’m too close to the whole thing.” !

gave him the names of two other psychologists.

“All right,” he said, with some reluctance. “I’ll

give her the referrals, make.sure she calls-one of

them.” He paused. “I’m staring out the window.

Place looks like a barbecue pit. Firemen sprayed it

with something that’s supposed to make the smell

go away but it still stinks. I keep wondering if it

could have turned out differently.’;

“I don’t know. Moody was programmed roi violence.

He had a violent upbringing. You remember

th-e his0ry–his own father was explosive, died in

a brawl.”

“History repeats itself.”

“Get that boy in therapy and maybe it won’t.”

The whitewashed walls of Anita’s Cafe were

backlit by lavender-tinted bulbs and trimmed with

used brick. The entrance was through a lattice-wo&l

arch; Dwarf lemon trees had been espaliered

to the lattice and the fruit glowed turquoise in the

artificial light.

The restaurant was tucked away, incongruously,

in an industrial park, flanked on three sides by

black-glass office buildings, acres of parking lot on

the fourth. The songs of nightbirds mingled with

the distant roar of the highway.’-

Inside, itwas cool and dim. Baroque harpsichord

music issued forth at low volume. The aroma of

herbs and spices–cumin, marjoram, saffron, basil–saturated

the air. Three quarters of the tables were

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occupied. Most of the diners looked young, hip,

affluent. They spoke earnestly in subdued, tones.

A stout blond woman in peas. ant blouse and. embroidered

skirt showed me to Maimon’s table. He

rose in a courtly gesture and sat when I did.

“Good evening, Doctor.” He was dressed as before:

spotless white shirt, pressed khaki trousers.

His eyeglasses had slid down his rose and he pushed

them back into place.

“Good evening. Thank you very much fdr seeing

me.”

He smiled.

“You stated your case eloquently.”

The waitress, a slender girl with long dark hair

and a Modigliani face, came to our table.

“They make an excellent lentil wellington,” said

Maimon.

“That sounds fine.” My mind wasn’t on food.

He ordered for both of us. The waitress returned

with ice water in cut-crystal goblets, pillowy slices

of whole-wheat bread and. two small tubs of vegeta-bls

pit6 that tasted uncannily like the real thing. A

paper-thin lemon slice floated in each glass.

He spread pt on bread, took a bite, chewed

slowly and deliberately. After he swallowed he

asked,” How can I help you, Doctor?”

“I’m trying to understand the Swopes. What they

were like before Woody’s illness.”

“I didn’t know them well. They were secretive

people.”

“I keep hearing that.”

‘Tm not surprised.” He sipped his water. “I moved

to La Vista ten years ago. My wife and I were

childless. After she died I retired from my law

practice arid opened up thenursery–horticulture

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had been my first -love. One of the first things t did

after settling :in was to contact the other growers in

the area. For the most part I was welcomed warmly.

Traditionally, horticulturists and orchardists are

cordial people. So much of our progress depends

upon cooperation–one grower wilt obtain seeds from

an unusual species and distribute it to the others.

It’s in the best interests of all–scientifically and

· economically. A fruit that no one tastes will eventually

die out, as did so many of’the old American

apples and pears. One that achieves some degree of

circulation will survive.

“I’d expected to be welcomed warmly by Garland

Swope, because he was my neighbor, It was a

naive expectation.l dropped in on him one day and

he stood by his gate, not inviting me in, curt, almost

to the point of hostility. Needless to say, I was

taken aback. Not only by the unfriendliness but

also by his lack of desire to show offmmost of us love

to exhibit our prize hybrids and rare specimens.”

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