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Chapters (53)
  1. Books by Michael Thomas Ford
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. Copyright Page

“Were they as wild as people say?” Hudson asked him. “You know, all the drinking and the ... women.” He threw out the last word cautiously.

Macready was nodding. “Sure,” he said. “They drank a lot. Course, everyone did then. Men, anyway. Girls, too, but they didn’t make such a show of it. Didn’t want to be considered loose.”

“Did Ricketts have a lot of women around?” Hudson inquired. “They say he was quite a ladies’ man.”

“Depends what you mean by that,” Macready said thoughtfully. “Women certainly liked him. There was something about him made them comfortable with him. He helped a lot of them out.”

“The girls at Flora’s,” suggested Hudson.

“Them and others,” Macready answered. “Never turned away a woman who needed help.”

“What about his own girlfriends?” said Hudson. “He had quite a few.”

“Sure, sure,” agreed Macready. “But not so many as people think. Not so many as Doc in the Steinbeck books did either. I think maybe that’s how they—he and Steinbeck—wanted people to think of him.”

“But it wasn’t true?” Hudson pressed.

“It was a long time ago,” said Macready uncertainly. “You know how it is, you remember some things, forget a lot of others.”

Hudson, sensing that the man was becoming uncomfortable, considered where to take the conversation next. Macready, he thought, knew more than he was saying. It was almost as if he was protecting the image of someone he admired.

“What did he and Steinbeck talk about?” he asked, changing tack.

Macready visibly relaxed. “Anything and everything,” he said. “I didn’t understand the half of it most of the time. They’d get going on about philosophy or religion and I’d just stand at the sink washing bottles and feeling like an ignorant cuss. Sometimes they’d try to explain it to me, and I was always afraid to tell them I had no idea what they were saying. If they weren’t half drunk and needed me to go get them more beer, they probably would have kicked me out of there for being so damn stupid.”

“Did Ricketts ever talk about Steinbeck with you when John wasn’t around?” said Hudson.