The Queen's Arms was still there. It hadn't aged all that well, but there had been minor renovations. It looked more like a pub, and less like a run-down dive.
I sat at the same table in the corner, and ordered a Guinness. The waitress had green hair, and more tattoos than the crew of a destroyer.
- "Want me to run a tab for you?" she asked.
- "Please."
This was the exact place that I'd made a decision which had changed my life. Well, one of them. There are, in fact, plenty of life-changing decisions. There are immeasurably more
non
-decisions, where we choose to carry on with our lives of 'quiet desperation'. But there are also lots of pivotal moments, whether we recognize them or not.
I could have laughed in Tansa's face. I could have settled for Holly, and not brought Monica into the mix. Would I have messed up Josh's life more, or less, if I hadn't fucked Kim?
- "You look lost in thought." said a female voice.
- "Tansa." There she was, looking exactly the same as she had seven years ago. Light brown hair, light blue eyes, with that same toothless smile and unearthly dimples. She sat down across from me, and placed her gin and tonic on the table.
- "Hello, Dan." she said. "How are you feeling?"
- "Pretty good." I said. "You?"
- "I meant how you're feeling about our bargain."
- "Good." I'd used up nine of my fourteen choices, and I was alone again. But in the process I'd met some truly wonderful women.
- "You
have
had a good run." she said. "I'm pleased for you. But I imagine you're here because you're prepared to meet the obligations that you owe me."
- "I think that I am. But ... I have a few questions, first."
Tansa rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Of course you do. Oh - I'm sorry about your dog."
- "Thank you." Then I was struck by what Tansa had
not
said. "Umm ... you
do
know that my mother-in-law is dead, too?"
- "Yes."
Wow. I know what I was taught to believe - and that was largely B.S.. But I still thought that one shouldn't speak ill of the dead. Tansa obviously belonged to a different school of thought.
- "If you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all?"
- "Please." said Tansa. "I feel sorrier for Freya, and she had a damn good life. You did well by that dog. You don't
really
miss Connie's Mom, do you?"
- "She wasn't a bad person." I said quickly - and perhaps a tad defensively.
- "Wasn't all that good, either. Did she ever thank you for what you'd done for her? Or did she just act like it was her right, and your duty?"
That was a little too close.
- "If I give you your year now, what happens to my house? And my job?"
- "It was never
your
house, Dan. Still isn't. There are a few, very recent, good memories for you there - and decades of not so good ones. Sell it. Move into a condo, or an apartment. You're suddenly quite a bit richer than you've ever been. And don't worry about your job. You'll still be there most days. If I need you for more than an evening or a weekend, you can take holidays, or a short leave."
- "What?"
- "You'll be on call for me for the next year." she said. "That doesn't mean that I'll be working you 24-7. I told you this. Did you forget?"
Had I? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I just wanted to discharge this debt. I hated having this obligation hanging over my head.
- "What exactly will I be doing?"
- "Whatever I ask you to do. Within reason, of course. I won't ask you to kill anyone - for the first six months." Tansa saw my face fall. "Kidding, Dan. Just kidding. Relax."
She drained her drink, and stood up. "You start Thursday night. Make sure you car has a full tank of gas."
- "I'm going to be driving?"
- "Seriously, Dan - you should have read your contract more closely. You'll be doing whatever I ask you to do."
***
Tansa called me on Thursday at 6 p.m.. She gave me a list of three addresses. "You'll be picking someone up at each stop. The first one is named Jesper. He'll know the others. You take all three to the Hyatt Regency Hotel. Make sure that you're there by 8:00 - 8:15 at the latest. Then you park, and wait in the car. Understood?"
- "Yes." I was going to be a chauffeur. The Devil needed a driver?
The first address was a house. As soon as I pulled into the driveway, a distinguished-looking man came out, wearing a jacket and tie. He looked to be about forty. Without hesitation, he got into the back seat of my car.
"Jesper?" I asked.
- "Yes." he said.
- "I'm Dan."
- "Nice to meet you, Dan. But we should get going - there's always traffic around Terry's place."
- "Terry?"
- "Our next stop."
I backed out, and headed for the second address. I couldn't help taking a look at Jesper in the rear view mirror. He had that Scandinavian look - tall, blonde and handsome. But I couldn't tell much else about him.
- "Jesper - do you mind if I ask: what's going on tonight? I'm not the getaway driver, or something, am I? We're not going to do anything ... illegal, are we?"
Jesper smiled. "No, Dan. You're going to drive three of us to the hotel, and then drive two of us home. That's it - unless Tansa asks you to do something else."
- "Can I ask - are you working for her?"
- "Sorry." he said. "You know that we can't talk about that."
Terry was a good-looking young man, in a wholesome sort of way. The boy next door? The third passenger was a tall fellow named Nick. He was dark, and extremely handsome, like a model or a movie star. Both he and Terry said hello to Jesper, to each other, and to me. After that, they all sat quietly as I drove them to the hotel.
I dropped them off at 8:05, and then found a spot in the parking lot. I realized shortly thereafter that I should have brought a thermos of coffee. I waited.
I might have fallen asleep. It was around 10:00 when Terry and Nick came to the car, and woke me by tapping on the window. I quickly gathered my wits.
- "Where's Jesper?" I asked.
- "There's a formula, Dan." said Terry. "You pick up three, drop us off, and then drive two home. You'll get used to it." He glanced at Nick. "We all did."
- "Oh? You guys were drivers, too? Before you started ... whatever it is you do now?"
Terry just shook his head. "You know the deal - we can't talk about it. But I get the feeling that Tansa will explain it to you soon enough."
I drove them both home, and managed to get to my own house just after 11:00.
***
Ten days later, on Sunday afternoon, I picked up the same three guys, and drove them to the Sunflower Cafe. Once again, I waited in a small parking lot across the street. This time, though, I didn't fall asleep while I waited. The sun was too bright, plus I'd brought a Sudoku book to while away the time.
This time I drove Jesper and Nick home. Yes, I was confused. But if could work off Tansa's year by playing chauffeur every ten days, it wouldn't be so bad. I probably should have used my head a little more.