Reeses.
âYouâre lucky, Nate,â he said. âYouâre all alone in the world. No expectations, no dynasty to uphold. No mother looking constantly over your shoulder.â
This last was a topic of great amusement to Pike, whoâd endured Keeny Reeseâs wrath from the time they first met. With Greggâs mother now well advanced in years and suffering from a variety of ailments, he preferred to think of her in a more forgiving light. Heâd be around a lot longer than she would. âDonât take it out on your family,â he said. âYouâve got a great kid, which is a blessing.â
âAllison isnât the problem. Itâs people like Celia Shriver and those other old biddies who keep soaking me for charitable donations. On top of which, Iâm getting taxed up the ass.â Anticipating Pikeâs response, he added, âIâm not like you, Nate. Iâm sure you know all the loopholes, all the ways to get out of doing your partâI mean, no offense.â
Pike shrugged.
Oh, none taken.
âYou need a quick shot of cash? I can give you a hand, buddy.â
âForget it,â Gregg snapped. âIâll be fine as long as this referendum goes through. Iâve got a solid budget until the end of next year, but thatâs when things get sketchy. Everything thatâs going to trickle down has trickled down already.â
âThus the Allison Fund.â
âYep.â This was a referendum Gregg had proposed along with a few of his friends in the Rhode Island General Assembly. If approved, many of the charitable organizations supported by the Reese Foundation would receive their hefty subsidies from the state. Gregg didnât like talking about it. The fact that heâd done such a bad job of managing his financesâoh, no one would come right out and say it, of course, but he knew what they were thinkingâfilled him with a shame that was second only to the other shame in his life, the one that couldnât be named.
âIâm getting screwed on all sides,â he said. âMy momâs idea of what a dollarâs worth is about twenty years out of date. I feel like I donât have anyone who I can talk to about this. Allisonâs too youngâshe doesnât get it. Itâs not her fault, itâs mine. I never
taught
her anything.â
Pike rose and, with a sigh of departure, chugged back the rest of his drink. He could take only so much of listening to Gregg before his thoughts began to wander.
Before leaving, he told Gregg, âYou need to stop worrying so much about the Reese Foundation. Itâs all a lot of self-righteous bull, anyway. Every fortuneâ
especially
yoursâhas an evil source. Decades and generations wonât change that. You might not be aware of this, Gregg, because youâre too far from the source.â He gritted his teeth. âBut I made my own fortune. I
am
the evil source.â
Gregg wondered what comfort he was supposed to take from this. Even after so many years, it still wasnât clear to him whether Pike really had his best interests at heart.
At the front door, Gregg thanked Pike for coming by. The weather had turned gray and blustery, with a patch of blue sky where the good weather had pushed off to the north.
âIf youâre interested in joining me,â Pike said, âIâll be in Concord over the holidays. I know a woman who runs a ski lodge in North Conway. Youâll like this galâSarah Cranberry. The Cranberrys are another old New England family, although,â he laughed, unlocking his car door, âthatâs where the similarity ends.â
Gregg stepped off the porch, trying to ignore the autumn wind circling around his ankles. âOkay, Iâll think about it. Maybe Iâll come up for a few days. But only to look around. Iâll go shopping at the outlets while youâre doing your business.â
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