Morris walks out into the street and manages to get a taxi just
going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect
timing. You're just like Dave."
"Who?"
"Dave
Aronson. There's a guy who did everything right. Like my coming
along when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to
Dave."
"There
are always a few clouds over everybody," says Morris.
"Not
Dave. He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the pro tour
in tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone
and danced like a Broadway star."
"He
was something, huh?"
"He
had a memory like a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He
knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything.
Not like me. I change a fuse, and I black out the whole neighborhood."
"No
wonder you remember him."
"Well,
I never actually met Dave."
"Then
how do you know so much about him?" asks Morris.
"Because
I married his widow." |
