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〃People have portraits done everyday；〃 I said。
〃But this one looked like hundreds of years old。 The paint was dried and cracked。 It felt old。〃
I rolled my eyes。 〃Oh； I didn't realize that among your many talents you are also an art historian。 Let me see； you're a crack puter wiz； a clever defrauder of people's trust； and now you're an expert in dating paintings。 What other talents do you have up your sleeve？〃 I asked。
His face flushed red； but he didn't answer me。 The waiter came and took our dishes； then presented us with the pate。 I broke off a bit of the French bread on the table and proceeded to smear a generous amount of my pate on it。 I gestured to him to do likewise。
〃Really；〃 I said。 〃You must try your pate。 It's marvelous。〃
〃What is it？〃 he asked。
〃Goose liver； butter； cognac； pepper； and cream； most likely；〃 I said。 〃Do go on with your tale。 It's so unusual to have such a fascinating dinner story。〃
He poked at the pate as if it would leap off the plate and attack him。 Then he put the knife down。 No guts； no glory。
〃But see； the painting reminded me of another one I'd seen； in some class I'd had in school。 So after I went to the library and started looking through books of artists。。。〃
〃Was this while you were still in Scotland？〃 I asked。
〃Yes；〃 he replied。 〃I was staying for a couple of weeks。 Paul was glad to get me out of the house every now and again so he could have his girlfriend over。 They were wanting to。。。 well； you know。〃
〃How touching。〃
〃Anyway； I found the book I was looking for。 It was on Rembrandt。 It had all his paintings in it with little descriptions of what they were about and who owned them。 But most of them are in museums。 Except the one you have。
〃But you obviously had all this money so I fig…urea you could buy a Rembrandt if you wanted； but you couldn't have a portrait of yourself by him unless you'd'been there。〃
〃I hate to interrupt your psychotic ramblings；〃 I said。 〃But haven't you ever heard of copycat painters？〃
〃Yeah； I heard about them when I was doing my research on you； but from what I came up with； that wasn't your style。 You go for top…notch stuff if you bother with it at all。〃
〃How flattering。〃
〃Look； just stop trying to play like you don't know what I'm talking about。 I've done research on you for the last four years。 I know you've taken the identities of a number of other people。 Graves are full of。 the babies whose names you've used。 You've passed yourself off as your own granddaughter； as missing cousins。 You're very good； I'll grant you that。 But I have the documentation to back up everything I've found。〃
He pulled an envelope from his inside pocket and dropped it on the table。 A sick feeling nestled in my stomach。
〃Go ahead；〃 he said。 〃Look inside。〃
Slowly； I wiped my fingers on my napkin。 Moving slowly seemed to be a very good idea at the moment。 I pulled the envelope to me and slid the contents out。 There were letters from registry offices in several countries； copies of birth and death certis…icates； copies of land purchases in the names of some of the pseudonyms I've used。 There was even a photo of the Rembrandt。
〃How did you get this？〃 I asked holding up the photo。 I was getting angry； but I didn't let him know。 This was too terrible to let a foolish burst of temper out。
〃Paul had to go back to your house for some repairs while I was there on my visit。 I came along and snuck up to your study to make some shots。〃
〃What do you want？〃 I asked。 I felt sick。 〃Money？〃
He shook his head furiously。 〃No；〃 he said。 〃That's not it at all。 I want what you have。 I want to be immortal。〃
〃And what makes you think I can make you so？〃
〃Because that's how it works；〃 he said。 〃Like vampires； only I don't think you're a vampire。 At least not the blood…sucking kind。 You've got something and I want it。 Why shouldn't I be like you？ I figured out that you were immortal。 I mean； shouldn't there be some kind of reward for that？〃
I closed my eyes。 Mortals。 Humans。 There were times when I thought Alachia's attitude toward them was dead on。
〃And you think your reward should be that I make you into what I am？〃
He smiled。 〃Yes； that's it exactly。〃
〃Very well；〃 I said。 〃Since you've asked so nicely。〃
I forced myself to choke down the rest of dinner。 The lovely salmon； the delicate potato souffle； the oysters； the escargot； even the marvelous Baked Alaska were all like ashes in my mouth。
John Mortimer was having no such problem with his meal。 He attacked the food like a hungry dog。 When he didn't recognize a dish； he would look toward me inquiringly and I would oblige with the information。 Except with the escargot。 I told him it was a rare kind of seafood； like oysters。 Luckily； he knew what oysters were。 The one culinary achievement of his previous life。
That's how he referred to it： His Previous Life。 As though he'd already moved out of it and into a greater place。 He rambled on about the places he would go； the things he would do； never once telling me how he might acquire the means to achieve all these tremendous feats。 It had taken me centuries to establish my own fortune。 And still more time to attend to it。 Money is like any other profession。 You had to look in on it； make sure no one else had de…tided they liked it better than you did and run off with it。 I found such things boring and loathsome in the extreme。 But I still had to do it。 I just don't like to talk about it。
〃。。。 and then I thought you and I could。。。〃
This jerked me back to my panion and his ramblings。
〃You and I could what？〃 I asked。
〃Well； I mean； I thought that。。。 I just assumed that because you were going to make me like you that we would be together。 I mean until； you know； whenever。〃
〃Whenever what？〃
〃Whenever we got； you know； tired of each other。 Or until I was ready to be out on my own。〃
〃I see； so not only am I to。。。 convert you to your immortality； but then I'm to be your nursemaid as well？〃
He blushed。 〃Not nursemaid； exactly； but； well you know。〃 He gave me quite a look then； and； had 160
I not been furious； I would have found it a bit interesting。 But that was neither here nor there。
〃So； I'm to bee your um； paramour； shall we say； and make you immortal。 And what exactly is it that I'm supposed to achieve from this equation？〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃What I mean is； what's in it for me？ Why should I make you； of all people； like me？ Is it your charming personality？ Or perhaps it's your wit？ Maybe your sexual prowess？ e now； why should I bother with you？〃
He was red again； but not from embarrassment。 I think I might have offended him。 What a pity。
〃You'll do it because I'll expose you if you don't。〃
〃Expose me to whom？ The Agency in Charge of Finding and Keeping Immortals？ Or maybe you'll go to the police。 'I beg your pardon； but there's a woman I know who's immortal。' They'll laugh you out of the office。 Your whole story is preposterous。 There won't be a dry seat in the house。〃
〃All I have to do is make one phone call to the right sort of newspaper。 They love this sort of thing。 Only when they start digging； they'll find out it's true。〃
〃They'll wet themselves laughing。〃 〃Do you really want to risk it？〃 The little maggot。 I hadn't thought he had the brass for it。
〃I thought not；〃 he said。 And smirked。 He really shouldn't have smirked。
I paid for dinner and we began walking through the Quarter。 I didn't want to lead him straight toward the hotel； though I suspected he already knew where I was staying。 What to do with him？ I wondered。 The crowd was thicker now that it was getting on toward nine o'clock。 Mostly there were badly dressed tourists in too tight T…shirts with cute sayings on them。 Some carried plastic cups with drinks in them。 The smell of beer and sticky…sweet Hurricanes was overpowering。
I led us toward Chartres Street； then on toward the riverwalk。 The smell of the Mississippi was heavy and thick like new…cut earth。 It blended with the sweet aroma of the olive trees。 For some reason it gave me a stab of hope； this strange bination of odors。 It reminded me of another time and place。 But such pleasant memories would get in my way now。 I needed to attend to the matter at hand。
We walked past the homeless people who were sleeping in the park and stepped over the ones who had simply lain down where they were。 Every few paces or so； we were approached by someone asking for money。 Most of the panhandlers had a ready patter； some hard…luck story about why they needed just another dollar。 I gave to them willingly。 Life presented us with enough indignities in just the living of it； so why make it worse if you could help？
〃Why are you giving them money？〃 hissed John。 He glanced around as though he expected someone to jump up at him and demand money。
〃Because I have it。 They need it。 And I don't mind giving to them；〃 I said。 〃Why do you care anyway？ It isn't your money。〃
〃You're just encouraging them；〃 he said。 〃If no one gave them any money they'd have to get a job。〃
〃Let me see if I understand you；〃 I said。 〃You think these people prefer to live meaner than any animal。 That they are so unwilling to work that they would rather sleep on the ground in the cold； go without food； beg coin from strangers in the most humiliating way possible； and live in filthy rags？ That is； of course； assuming that they are mentally stable enough to hold work or even have such rudimentary skills as reading； writing； or arithmetic。 How silly of me to be so pletely fooled by their clever charade。
〃Of course； I'm in the pany of someone who wouldn't sully his hands with something as vulgar as say； extortion。〃
〃You know； you can be a real bitch；〃 he said。
I touched my hand to my heart。 〃I'm mortally wounded；〃 I said。
We walked down by the river for a while； until the sidewalk petered out and there was a sudden lack of street lights。 John looked nervous； but I knew there was nothing to worry about； yet。
〃So you want to bee immortal；〃 I said。 〃What if I told you I can't do it？ That this is something you're born with or not。 That I can no more make you immortal than any stranger off the street could。〃
He frowned。 〃You're just trying to confuse me；〃 he said。 〃You told me at the restaurant。。。〃
〃I told you that so you wouldn't make a scene。 Even if I wanted to； I couldn't change you from what you are。 I don't have that power。 Why would I lie to you？〃
〃Is this a test？〃 he asked。 I groaned。 〃No； it is not。 It's the truth。〃 〃You just don't like me。 That's why you're doing this。 Well； it won't work。 And it doesn't matter anyway。 I figured out what you are； and that's worth something。 Don't think you'll fool me the way you've fooled everyone else。〃
〃Oh； no；〃 I said。 〃I wouldn't dream of that。〃 I think you're a special kind of fool； I thought。 〃You know； being immortal doesn't just happen overnight。 It takes a while for the process to work。〃
〃But you can start it soon； can't you？〃 〃Oh； yes；〃 I said。 〃But first； I must make some preparations。〃 I tossed him the key to my hotel room。 〃I'm in room 1650 at the Fairmont。 I'll be back before midnight。〃 〃I'll be waiting；〃 he said。
I didn't say anything； just turned and went back toward the Quarter。
I knocked on the door of my room at 11：45。 The vid inside was loud enough for me to hear it through the door。 Then the door swung open。 I had half…hoped Mortimer might realize how foolish this whole thing was； but no； there he was； sans jacket； and barefoot。 〃Glad to see you've made yourself fortable；〃
I said。
〃Yeah； well； given the circumstances； I didn't think you'd mind。〃
〃Push that bed up against the wall；〃 I said。 As he did so； I also pushed every other piece of furniture in the room against the walls； making a nice…sized space in the center of the room。
〃We're going to do it here？〃 he asked。
〃Why not？〃 I asked。 〃This place has always had a great deal of magical energy。 Besides； this is just the start of the process； and I know how anxious you are to embark on your new life。〃
〃Yeah； well； I guess I thought I'd have more time。〃
〃Time for what？〃
〃I don't know；〃 he replied。 〃To say goodbye