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〃Are you guys all right？〃 Sandra asked。 She still had me by my hand and was dragging me toward the hall。 At first I didn't want to go。 。 。 and then I did。
We got around LaShonda's desk and there they were。 At first I hardly noticed them； though。 The only thing I had eyes for was the plant。 No more tired； bedraggled little ivy in a pot。 The Brazilian rainforest has been transplanted to Park Avenue South。 It was everywhere。
〃Riddley；〃 Kenton said with obvious relief。 〃Sandra。〃
〃What are you doing here； Riddley？〃 Gelb asked。 〃I thought you weren't ing back until the middle of next week。〃
〃My plans changed；〃 I said。 〃I got in on the train less than an hour ago。〃
〃What happened to your accent？〃 Porter asked。 He was standing there with that crazy plant growing all around his feet； caressing his ankles； for God's sake； and looking at me with beetle…browed suspicion。 At me with suspicion！
〃That's it；〃 Sandra breathed。 〃That's what's different。〃
I freed my hand from her grip； feeling that I might need my fingers in reasonable working order before the day was done。 The picture （a picture； anyway） was ing clear in my head： a kind of silent movie； in fact。 I was getting some of it from them and some of it from Zenith。
The suspicion had left Herb Porter's face。 It was only my lack of accent which had bothered him； not me。 What I felt as we stood there amid that green madness was a sense of family； a sense of all I had missed down in Alabama； and I embraced it。 Away from the plant it is still possible to question； to mistrust。 Within its range of influence？ Never。 These were my brothers； Sandra my sister （although the relationship between she and I is admittedly an incestuous one）。 And the plant？ Our father； which art in Zenith。 Color…white； black； green…was just then the least important thing about us。 This afternoon it was us against the world。
〃I wouldn't go in your office just this minute； Sandra；〃 Roger said。 〃Mr。 Detweiller is currently in residence。 And he ain't pretty。〃
〃The General？〃 she asked。
〃The plant took him；〃 John replied； and at that moment Zenith spat back the remaining bits of Hecksler it had decided it couldn't digest； perhaps conveying them all the way from the back of the office。 The stuff hit the carpet in a rainy； metallic tinkle。 There was a pocket watch； the chain it had been on （in three pieces）； a belt buckle； a very small plastic box； and several tiny pieces of metal。 Herb and Bill picked all this stuff up。
〃Good Lord；〃 Bill said； looking at the box。 〃It's his pacemaker。〃
〃And these are surgical pins；〃 Herb said。 〃The kind orthopedic surgeons use to hold bones together。〃
〃All right；〃 Wade said。 〃Let's assume that the plant is taking care of the General's corpse。 I think it's clear we can dispose of his remaining。 。 。 accessories。 。 。 with no trouble； should we choose to。 Detweiller's attache case； too。〃
〃What do you think is in it？〃 Sandra asked。
〃I don't want to know。 The question is what to do with his body。 I'm on record as saying we shouldn't feed it to the plant。 I think it's had all the。 。 。 all the nourishment it needs。〃
〃All that's safe for it to have；〃 John said。
〃Maybe more；〃 Bill added。
I should step in here just long enough to say that； although I am presenting all of this as spoken conversation； a good part of it was mind to mind。 I can't remember which was which； and wouldn't know how to express the difference； anyway。 I'm not sure it even matters。 What I remember most clearly was a sense of absurd happiness。 After nine months of pushing a broom or the mail…cart； I was attending my first editorial meeting。 Because isn't that what we were doing？ Editing the situation； or preparing to？
〃We could call the cops；〃 Roger said； and when Bill and John both started to protest； he raised his hand to stop them。 〃I'm just articulating the idea。 They wouldn't see the plant； we know that。〃
〃But they might feel it；〃 Sandra said； clearly dismayed。 〃And Roger…〃
〃Zenith might decide to lunch on one of them；〃 I finished for her。 〃Filet de flic； the special of the day。 He might not be able to help himself。 Or itself。 Zenith may or may not be our true friend； but it's essentially a man…eater。 It would behoove us to remember that。〃
I have to admit I found the way Herb Porter was looking at me rather delicious。 It was as if； while visiting the zoo； he'd heard one of the monkeys begin to recite Shakespeare。
〃Let's cut to the chase；〃 John said。 〃Roger； may I？〃
Roger nodded assent。
〃We've gotten this raggedy…ass publishing pany to the edge of something；〃 John said； 〃and I'm not talking about mere financial solvency。 I'm talking about financial success。 With Last Survivor； the joke book； and the General book； we're not just going to make a noise in the publishing industry； we're going to create a goddam sonic boom that'll startle the shit out of everyone。 A lot of people are going to turn around and take notice。 And for me； that's not even the best of it。 The best is that we're going to stick it to those assholes at Apex。〃
〃Tell it！〃 Bill cried savagely； and that gave me a shiver。 It was what Sophie had said to my sister Maddy； when Maddy accused me of playing nigger up in New York。 Like hearing a ghost； in other words。 Because that's what my family is to me now； all of them。 Ghosts。
〃It took magic to make the turnaround possible；〃 John continued； 〃and I admit that。 But all of publishing is a kind of magic； isn't it？ And not just publishing。 Any pany that successfully brokers the creative arts to the public is magic。 It's spinning straw into gold。 Look at us； for Christ's sake！ Accountants by day； dreamers by night…〃
〃And bullshitters in the afternoon；〃 Herb put in。 〃Don't forget that。〃
〃Maybe you could get back to the point； John；〃 Roger agreed。
〃The point is no cops；〃 John said harshly。 And； I felt； with admirable brevity。 〃No outsiders。 That ivy is helping us clean up our mess； and we're going to clean up its mess。〃
〃Dead people； though；〃 Sandra said。 She looked quite pale； and when she reached out for my hand again； I let her take it。 I was glad for the touch myself。 〃We're talking about dead people。〃
〃We're talking about a couple of dead loonies who killed each other；〃 Herb said。 〃Besides； only one corpse。〃
There was a moment of silence as we dealt with that。 I think it was the crucial moment。 Because； down deep； we all knew that； while the General might have killed Carlos； Zenith had taken care of Hecksler。
〃Nothing bad happened here；〃 Bill said； as if to himself。
〃You got that right；〃 Herb said。 〃Anyone want to defend the position that the world is worse off because those two jagoffs are no longer in it？〃
A moment's silence； and then John Kenton said： 〃If we're not going to feed Detweiller to the plant； how are we going to get rid of him？〃
Bill Gelb said： 〃I have an idea。〃
〃If that's true；〃 Roger said； 〃then this might be a good time to spill it。〃
From Bill Gelb's Diary
4/5/81
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