Karen stared at Charlie as he said it and then she looked back at her son. “You went with this man to buy the new bike?”

“Well, yeah. Sure.” Talking fast and knowing that he was in trouble. “We went to Quisenberry’s. He said he wanted to pay for a new bike and he asked where they sold them in town and I showed him.”

Karen looked from Toby to Charlie and then back to Toby, then she slapped him so hard that it sounded like a .22 pistol fired indoors. “Don’t you ever go away with a stranger again!”

Toby’s head snapped to the side and Dani gasped and Peter said, “Hey! What’d you do that for?”

Karen said, “Shut the fuck up.” Her face was white now, almost as white as Ric’s, and she was trembling.

Toby looked scared. “He knew you, Mom. I thought it’d be okay.”

Charlie said, “Tobe, I’m afraid your mom’s upset and she’s got a right to be. It’s my fault.” Good old Uncle Charlie. He looked back at Karen, and he didn’t look so much like Uncle Charlie anymore. “All of this never would’ve happened if I hadn’t come all the way here from the city for a meeting, and you know what? I’m stood up. I’m left hanging. I need this, right? To be insulted like this?”

Peter nodded, in perfect agreement with his new friend Charlie. “Hey, I get a clown working on a picture does that, I set him straight.”

Charlie smiled. “That’s right, Pete. Sometimes you just gotta set people straight.”

Peter nodded again and shot a wink at his son.

Karen said, “Toby. Go to your room and close the door.”

Toby’s face darkened, but he went out. When he was gone, Karen turned to Charlie and said, “You bastard.”

Peter gave surprised. “Jesus Christ, Karen, the guy’s apologized fifteen times. Toby’s okay.”

She didn’t look at Peter. Her eyes stayed with Charlie and her chest rose and fell and the skin at the corners of her mouth turned a sort of purple color under the makeup.

Charlie said, “Believe me, I know how she feels. You warn kids about strangers, but kids are still kids, right? They make mistakes. I know how I would feel if anything happened. You wouldn’t want anything to happen, would you, Karen?” Giving it to her slow.

Karen shook her head. “No. I wouldn’t want anything to happen.”

I said, “We get the drift.”

Ric said, “No one asked you.”

I said, “Did anyone ever tell you you look like Herman Munster?”