‘Bullshit.’
‘It’s true.’ To Scootie, she said, ‘He’s just jealous, because he wants to lick my face.’
Nonplussed, blushing, Tommy looked at the wall clock. ‘Okay, we have the dog, so let’s get out of here.’
Rising to her feet, heading out of the kitchen, with the dog at her heels, Del said, ‘A waitress’s uniform isn’t suitable gear for a girl on the lam. Give me five minutes to change clothes, get into jeans and a sweater, and then we can split.’
‘No, listen, the longer we stay in one place, the quicker it’s going to find us.’
In a train – woman, dog, and man – they crossed the dining room as Del said, ‘Relax, Tommy. There’s always enough time if you think there is.’
‘What’s that mean?’
‘Whatever you expect is what will be, so simply change your expectations.’
‘I don’t know what that means, either.’
‘It means what it means,’ she said, enigmatic once more.
In the living room, he said, ‘Damn it, wait a minute!’
Del turned to look at him.
The dog turned to look at him.
Tommy sighed, gave up. ‘Okay, change your clothes. But hurry.’
To the dog, Del said, ‘You stay here and get acquainted with Tuong Tommy.’ Then she went into the foyer and up the stairs.
Scootie cocked his head, studying Tommy as if he were a strange and amusing form of life never seen before.
‘Your mouth is not cleaner than mine,’ Tommy said.
Scootie pricked one ear.
‘You heard me,’ Tommy said.
He crossed the living room to the large glass sliding doors and gazed out toward the harbour. Most of the houses on the far shore were dark. Where dock and landscape lamps glowed, attenuated reflections of gold and red and silver light glimmered hundreds of feet across the black water After a few seconds, Tommy became aware of being watched – not by someone outside, but by someone inside he turned and saw the dog hiding behind the sofa, only its head revealed, observing him.
‘I see you,’ Tommy said.
Scootie pulled his head back, out of sight.
Along one wall was a handsome entertainment centre and library unit made from a wood with which Tommy was unfamiliar. He went to have a closer look, and he discovered that the beautiful grain was like rippled ribbons that appeared to undulate as he shifted his head from one side to the other.
He heard noises behind him and knew that Scootie was on the move, but he refused to be distracted from his examination of the entertainment centre. The depth of the glossy lacquer finish was remarkable.
From elsewhere in the room came the sound of a fart.
‘Bad dog,’ he said.
The sound repeated.
Finally Tommy turned.
Scootie was sitting on his hindquarters in one of the armchairs, staring at Tommy, both ears pricked, holding a large rubber hotdog in his mouth. When he bit down on the toy, it made that sound again. Perhaps the rubber hotdog had once produced a squeak or a whistle, but now only a repulsive flatulence issued from it.
Checking his watch, Tommy said, ‘Come on, Del.’
Then he went to an armchair that directly faced that in which the dog sat, with only the coffee table between them. The chair was upholstered in leather, in a sea skin shade, so he didn’t think his damp jeans would harm it.
He and Scootie stared at each other. The Labrador’s eyes were dark and soulful.
‘You’re a strange dog,’ Tommy said.
Scootie bit the hotdog again, producing the blatty noise.
‘That’s annoying.’
Scootie chomped on the toy.
‘Don’t.’
Another faux fart.
‘I’m warning you.’
Again the dog bit the toy, again, and a third time.
‘Don’t make me take it away from you,’ Tommy said. Scootie dropped the hotdog on the floor and barked twice.
The room was plunged into darkness, and Tommy was startled out of his chair before he remembered that two closely spaced barks was the signal that told the computer to switch off the lights.
Even as Tommy was bolting to his feet, Scootie was coming across the coffee table in the dark. The dog leaped, and Tommy was carried backward into the leather armchair.