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?t ruin ?t even exist here.
arrested can m l i f e. I don
y
Sara and Jimmy are waiting on a wooden bench outside the holding cell
of the San Mateo County j ai l . "Are you al l ri ght, l ove?" she asks.
?m exhausted. I didn?t sleep. There were ten of us in
I shrug. "I
one cell. ?a stone butch??really tough,
The woman next to me
Frankie?she had a ?two cops took her down the hall?when
pompadour
she came back the whole side of
her face was swollen, and after
?t say anything to anyone, but I?m ?" I
that she didn okay, I j ust
start to shake. Sara takes one arm and Jimmy takes the other,
and they wal k me gentl y out to the parki ng l ot.
?s car, and as soon
The three of us si t i n the front seat of Ji mmy
as
we are out of sight of the jail, Sara puts her arms around me and
holds me, brushing the hair off my forehead. When Jimmy takes the
turnoff to the San Mateo bridge, she says, "We checked you out of the
hot el t hi s morni ng. Preci ous l i t t l e t o check, act ual l y, except f or t he
?d be more
briefcase. Anyway, I thought you comfortable at my house.
We need to get you some breakfast and a bed." She kisses me on the
?ve told Jimmy everything, by the way."
cheek. "I
?re standi
I nod sl eepi l y, and the next thi ng I know we ng on the front
?s pulling away. I don?t
steps of a brown shingled cottage and Jimmy
think I?m hungry,
but Sara makes scrambled eggs and bacon and toast,
and I eat every scrap of i t. She runs a hot bath, gri maci ng at the
purpling, thumb-shaped bruises on my upper arms, and gently washes my
hair and my back. When she tucks me into bed, pulling a blue quilt
around me, and curl s up besi de me, I start to cry. I feel so battered
?t remember the last time someone took
and so fragi l e, and I can
care of
me this way.
Sunday, February 19, 1956. 5:00 p.m.
I wake up to the sound of rai n and the enti ci ng smel l of pot roast
baking in the oven. Sara has laid out my jeans and a brown sweater at
the end of the bed. I put them on, then pad barefoot i nto the ki tchen.
There are cardboard boxes piled in one corner, and Jimmy and Sara are
si t t i ng at t he yel l ow f ormi ca t abl e wi t h cups of t ea, t al ki ng
i nt ent l y.
?re awake." She stands and gives me a hug. "There?s
"Oh good, you
tea in the ?re up to it, Jimmy and I ne
pot . I f you t hi nk you ed to
t el l you a f ew t hi ngs. "
?m a little sore, but I?ll be okay. I?m not crazy about the
" I
50s, though." I
pour from the heavy ceramic pot. The tea is some
?s up?
sort of Chinese blend, fragrant and smoky. "What "
?t entire ?complete?could there
"Fi rst a questi on. If my paper i sn l y
possibly
be any repercussions for you?"
?t think so. If anyone knew exactly
I t hi nk f or a mi nut e. "I don
what was in ?t have sent me.
i t , t hey woul dn "
?ve come to a decision." She pats the
"Spl endi d. In that case, I
battered
brown briefcase. "In exchange for the extraordinary wad of
cash in here, we shall send back a perfectly reasonable sounding
paper. What onl y the three of us wi l l know i s that I have l eft a few
thi ngs out. Thi s, for exampl e." She pi cks up a pen, scri bbl es a
complex series of numbers and symbols on a piece of paper, and hands
i t t o me.
?s very high-level stuff, but I know
I st udy i t f or a mi nut e. I t
enough ?s
physi cs t o get t he gi st of i t . "I f t hi s r eal l y wor ks, i t
the answer to the ?s exactly the piece
energy problem. It Chambers
needs."
?s also the part I will
"Very, very good," she says smi l i ng. "It
never give
hi m."
I raise one eyebrow.
"I read t he f i rst f ew chapt ers of hi s di ssert at i on t hi s af t ernoon
while you were sleeping," she says, tapping the manuscript with her
?s a bit
pen. "I t uneven, al though parts of i t are qui te good.
Unfortunately, the good parts were written by a graduate student named
Gilbert Young."
?s what Chambers wins the
I rai se the other eyebrow. "But that paper
Nobel
f or . "
"Son of a bitch." Jimmy slaps his hand down onto the table. "Gil was
worki ng for me whi l e he fi ni shed the l ast of hi s di ssertati on. He was
?but he started having
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