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d her new dress； Humboldt had his Brinks truck of a briefcase； plus documents held together by color…coded paperclips； all I had was a new umbrella on a sunny day。 I looked down at where it lay beside my chair （it had never crossed my mind to check it） and saw there was still a price…tag dangling from the handle。 All at once I felt like Minnie Pearl。
The room smelled wonderful； as most restaurants do since they banned smoking in them…of flowers and wine and fresh coffee and chocolate and pastry…but what I smelled most clearly was salmon。 I remember thinking that it smelled very good； and that I would probably order some。 I also remember thinking that if I could eat at a meeting like this； I could probably eat anywhere。
'I have here a number of forms which will allow both you and Ms。 Davis to remain financially mobile while assuring that neither of you will have unfair access to the funds you've both worked so hard to accumulate；' Humboldt said。 'I also have preliminary court notifications which need to be signed by you； and forms that will allow us to put your bonds and T…bills in an escrow account until your current situation is settled by the court。'
I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't going to sign anything； and if that meant the meeting was over so be it； but I didn't get out so much as a single word。 Before I could； I was interrupted by the ma？tre d'。 He was screaming as well as talking； and I've tried to indicate that； but a bunch of e's strung together can't really convey the quality of that sound。 It was as if he had a bellyful of steam and a teakettle whistle caught in his throat。
'That dog 。 。 。 Eeeeeee！ 。 。 。 I told you time and again about that dog 。 。 。 Eeeeeee！ 。 。 。 All that time I can't sleep 。 。 。 Eeeeee！ 。 。 。 She says cut your face； that cunt 。 。 。 Eeeeeee！ 。 。 。 How you tease me！ 。 。 。 Eeeeeee！ 。 。 。 And now you bring that dog in here 。 。 。 Eeeeeee！'
The room fell silent at once； of course； diners looking up in astonishment from their meals or their conversations as the thin； pale； black…clad figure came stalking across the room with its face outthrust and its long； storklike legs scissoring。 The ma？tre d's bow…tie had turned a full ninety degrees from its normal position； so it now looked like the hands of a clock indicating the hour of six。 His hands were clasped behind his back as he walked； and bent forward slightly from the waist as he was； he made me think of a drawing in my sixth…grade literature book； an illustration of Washington Irving's unfortunate schoolteacher； Ichabod Crane。
It was me he was looking at； me he was approaching。 I stared at him； feeling almost hypnotized…it was like one of those dreams where you discover that you haven't studied for the exam you're supposed to take or that you're attending a White House dinner in your honor with no clothes on…and I might have stayed that way if Humboldt hadn't moved。
I heard his chair scrape back and glanced at him。 He was standing up； his napkin held loosely in one hand。 He looked surprised； but he also looked furious。 I suddenly realized two things： that he was drunk； quite drunk； in fact； and that he saw this as a smirch on both his hospitality and his petence。 He had chosen the restaurant； after all； and now look…the master of ceremonies had gone bonkers。
'Eeeeee！ 。 。 。 I teach you！ For the last time I teach you 。 。 。'
'Oh my God； he's wet his pants；' a woman at a nearby table murmured。 Her voice was low but perfectly audible in the silence as the ma？tre d' drew in a fresh breath with which to scream； and I saw she was right。 The crotch of the skinny man's dress pants was soaked。
'See here； you idiot；' Humboldt said； turning to face him； and the ma？tre d' brought his left hand out from behind his back。 In it was the largest butcher…knife I have ever seen。 It had to have been two feet long； with the top part of its cutting edge slightly belled； like a cutlass in an old pirate movie。
'Look out！' I yelled at Humboldt； and at one of the tables against the wall a skinny man in rimless spectacles screamed； ejecting a mouthful of chewed brown fragments of food onto the tablecloth in front of him。
Humboldt seemed to hear neither my yell nor the other man's scream。 He was frowning thunderously at the ma？tre d'。 'You don't need to expect to see me in here again if this is the way…' Humboldt began。
'Eeeeeee！ EEEEEEEEE！' the ma？tre d' screamed； and swung the butcher…knife flat through the air。 It made a kind of whickering sound； like a whispered sentence。 The period was the sound of the blade burying itself in William Humboldt's right cheek。 Blood exploded out of the wound in a furious spray of tiny droplets。 They decorated the tablecloth in a fan…shaped stipplework； and I clearly saw （I will never forget it） one bright red drop fall into my waterglass and then dive for the bottom with a pinkish filament like a tail stretching out behind it。 It looked like a bloody tadpole。
Humboldt's cheek snapped open； revealing his teeth； and as he clapped his hand to the gouting wound； I saw something pinkish…white lying on the shoulder of his charcoal…gray suitcoat。 It wasn't until the whole thing was over that I realized it must have been his earlobe。
'Tell this in your ears！' the ma？tre d' screamed furiously at Diane's bleeding lawyer； who stood there with one hand clapped to his cheek。 Except for the blood pouring over and between his fingers； Humboldt looked weirdly like Jack Benny doing one of his famous double…takes。 'Call this to your hateful tattle…tale friends of the street 。 。 。 you misery 。 。 。 Eeeeeee！ 。 。 。 DOG…LOVER！'
Now other people were screaming； mostly at the sight of the blood。 Humboldt was a big man； and he was bleeding like a stuck pig。 I could hear it pattering on the floor like water from a broken pipe； and the front of his white shirt was now red。 His tie； which had been red to start with； was now black。
'Steve？' Diane said。 'Steven？'
A man and a woman had been having lunch at the table behind her and slightly to her left。 Now the man…about thirty and handsome in the way George Hamilton used to be…bolted to his feet and ran toward the front of the restaurant。 'Troy； don't go without me！' his date screamed； but Troy never looked back。 He'd forgotten all about a library book he was supposed to return； it seemed； or maybe about how he'd promised to wax the car。
If there had been a paralysis in the room…I can't actually say if there was or not； although I seem to have seen a great deal； and to remember it all…that broke it。 There were more screams and other people got up。 Several tables were overturned。 Glasses and china shattered on the floor。 I saw a man with his arm around the waist of his female panion hurry past behind the ma？tre d'； her hand was clamped into his shoulder like a claw。 For a moment her eyes met mine； and they were as empty as the eyes of a Greek bust。 Her face was dead pale； haglike with horror。
All of this might have happened in ten seconds； or maybe twenty。 I remember it like a series of photographs or filmstrips； but it has no timeline。 Time ceased to exist for me at the moment Alfalfa the ma？tre d' brought his left hand out