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〃It would've been hard to find us。〃
〃That's what I heard。 Lee talked to Eddie occasionally； and she would report to me。 It sounded like you guys were moving all over California。〃
〃I went to six schools in twelve years。〃
〃But why？ What was he doing？〃
〃A number of things。 He'd lose his job； and we'd move because we couldn't pay the rent。 Then Mother would find a job； and we'd move somewhere else。 Then Dad would get mad at my school for some vague reason； and he'd yank me out。〃
〃What kind of work did he do？〃
〃Once he worked for the post office； until he got fired。 He threatened to sue them； and for a long time he maintained this massive little war against the postal system。 He couldn't find a lawyer to take his case； so he abused them with paperwork。 He always had a small desk with an old typewriter and boxes filled with his papers； and they were his most valuable possessions。 Every time we moved； he took great care with his office； as he called it。 He didn't care about anything else； there wasn't much； but he protected his office with his life。 I can remember many nights lying in bed trying to sleep and listening to that damned typewriter pecking away at all hours。 He hated the federal government。〃
〃That's my boy。〃
〃But for different reasons； I think。 The IRS came after him one year； which I always found odd because he didn't earn enough to pay three dollars in taxes。 So he declared war on the Infernal Revenue； as he called it； and that raged for years。 The State of California revoked his driver's license one year when he didn't renew； and this violated all sorts of civil and human rights。 Mother had to drive him for two years until he surrendered to the bureaucracy。 He was always writing letters to the governor； the President； U。S。 senators； congressmen； anyone with an office and staff。 He would just raise hell about this and that； and when they wrote him back he'd declare a small victory。 He saved every letter。 He got in a fight one time with a next…door neighbor； something to do with a strange dog peeing on our porch； and they were yelling at each other across the hedgerow。 The madder they got； the more powerful their friends became； and both were just minutes away from making phone calls to all sorts of hotshots who would instantly inflict punishment on the other。 Dad ran in the house； and within seconds returned to the argument with thirteen letters from the governor of the State of California。 He counted them loudly and waved them under the neighbor's nose； and the poor guy was crushed。 End of argument。 End of dog pissing on our porch。 Of course； every one of the letters had asked him； in a nice way； to get lost。〃
Though they didn't realize it； they were both smiling by the end of this brief story。
〃If he couldn't keep a job； how did y'all survive？〃 Sam asked； staring through the opening。
〃I don't know。 Mother always worked。 She was very resourceful； and she sometimes kept two jobs。 Cashier in a grocery store。 Clerk in a pharmacy。 She could do anything； and I remember a couple of pretty good jobs as a secretary。 At some point； Dad got a license to sell life insurance； and that became a permanent part…time job。 I guess he was good at it； because things improved as I got older。 He could work his own hours and reported to no one。 This suited him； although he said he hated insurance panies。 He sued one for canceling a policy or something； I really didn't understand it； and he lost the case。 Of course； he blamed it all on his lawyer； who made the mistake of sending Eddie a long letter full of strong statements。 Dad typed for three days； and when his masterpiece was finished he proudly showed it to Mother。 Twenty…one pages of mistakes and lies by the lawyer。 She just shook her head。 He fought with that poor lawyer for years。〃
〃What kind of father was he？〃
〃I don't know。 That's a hard question； Sam。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because of the way he died。 I was mad at him for a long time after his death； and I didn't understand how he could decide that he should leave us； that we didn't need him anymore； that it was time for him to check out。 And after I learned the truth； I was mad at him for lying to me all those years； for changing my name ！and running away。 It was terribly confusing for a young kid。 Still is。〃
〃Are you still angry？〃
〃Not really。 I tend to remember the good things about Eddie。 He was the only father I've had； so I don't know how to rate him。 He didn't smoke； drink； gamble； do drugs； chase women； beat his kids； or any of that。 He had trouble keeping a job； but we never went without food or shelter。 He and Mother were constantly talking about divorce； but it didn't work out。 She moved out several times； and then he would move out。 It was disruptive； but Carmen and I became accustomed to it。 He had his dark days； or bad times； as they were known； when he would withdraw to his room and lock the door and pull the shades。 Mother would gather us around her and explain that he was not feeling well； and that we should be very quiet。 No television or radios。 She was very supportive when he withdrew。 He would stay in his room for days； then suddenly emerge as if nothing happened。 We learned to live with Eddie's bad times。 He looked and dressed normal。 He was almost always there if we needed him。 We played baseball in the backyard and rode rides at the carnival。 He took us to Disneyland a couple of times。 I guess he was a good man； a good father who just had this dark； strange side that flared up occasionally。〃
〃But you weren't close。〃
〃No； we weren't close。 He helped me with my homework and science projects； and he insisted on perfect report cards。 We talked about the solar system and the environment； but never about girls and sex and cars。 Never about family and ancestors。 There was no intimacy。 He was not a warm person。 There were times when I needed him and he was locked up in his room。〃
Sam rubbed the corners of his eyes； then he leaned forward again on his elbows with his face close to the screen and looked directly at Adam。 〃What about his death？〃 he asked。
〃What about it？〃
〃How'd it happen？〃
Adam waited for a long time before answering。 He could tell this story several ways。。 He could be cruel and hateful and brutally honest； and in doing so destroy the old man。 There was a mighty temptation to do this。 It needed to be done； he'd told himself many times before。 Sam needed to suffer； he needed to be slapped in the face with the guilt of Eddie's suicide。 Adam wanted to really hurt the old bastard and make him cry。
But at the same time he wanted to tell the story quickly； glossing over the painful parts and then moving on to something else。 The poor old man sitting captive on the other side of the screen was suffering enough。 The government was planning to kill him in less than four weeks。 Adam suspected he knew more about Eddie's death than he let on。
〃He was going through a bad time；〃 Adam said； gazing at the screen but avoiding Sam。 〃He'd been in his room for three weeks； which was longer than usual。 Mother kept telling us that he was getting better； just a few more days and he'd e out。 We believed her； because he always seemed to bounc