Henry winked. "It's good shit."
Lester said, "Hey, old man, what are you going to do with your fourth?"
Henry smiled happily. "Buy a house for my grandson and his bride. The rest is for my old age."
Lester mocked him. "You're old now." Then he daydreamed aloud about his own lot. "I'm gonna buy a lot of women. Nothing in the world is worse than not getting any."
Mad Dog had found batteries and had replaced the old ones in his pocket-size electronic blackjack game. As he started punching the keys, Mad Dog said, "Sure, I'll take a hit on seventeen." He punched the keys. "Shit."
Lester told his father, "Mad Dog, you know what's crazy? Tomo's gonna use his share and get married. With that kinda money, he can afford more than just one woman." He broke up over his own joke. "One with meat on her bones!"
Henry frowned at the inside of his drink.
Lester Rahler said, "Tomo and his woman. He's so big and she's so skinny." Then he asked Henry, "How they ever do it, old man?"
Henry spoke stiffly, "What they do, they do in private."
"Have you ever watched them doing it?"
Henry was slowly burning. "I don't talk about your family."
Lester perked up. "What's that mean?"
"You shouldn't talk about mine," Henry said.
Lester started advancing on the old man, his chest out, looking for a fight. "Don't tell me what I can talk about."
Mad Dog stopped him. "Lester!"
Lester told Mad Dog, "I want him!"
Mad Dog smacked his son’s head so hard that sweat flew off his face.
Mad Dog said, "No!
Lester backed down. "Aw, Mad Dog, he can't take a joke!"
Mad Dog snapped, "Don't call me Mad Dog! I’m your father. You respect me, you shit!"
Lester apologized. "I'm sorry, daddy."
"I'll kick you so hard, you'll have another crack in your ass!"
Lester got crazy-eyed. "I said I was sorry!"
Mad Dog said, "Forget it, Lester, understand?"
Henry warily, silently watched these two.
Lester was contrite. "I'm just getting stir-crazy, that's all. "
Mad Dog backed off. "Hey, son, it's cool. "
Lester Rahler said, "Okay if I go down to the farm for tonight?"
Mad Dog, against his better judgment, said, "Yeah, sure. But nowhere else, understand?"
Lester told Henry, "Whenever you're ready, I'll follow you."
Without a word, Henry rose and walked towards his truck. Lester followed him, grinning like a fool back at his father.
Mad Dog stared after them, worried.
Rafferty entered a public phone booth near the beach in the touristy part of the island and dialed an 800-toll free number.
When someone answered on the other end, Rafferty said, "Rafferty here. Yes, I meet with him. He went native. Spacey as hell. I'm trying again tomorrow."
Then he hung up the phone.
That twilight Henry and Lester were at Henry's farm, a mobile home up on cement blocks and railroad ties, a propane tank in the front yard, some junkers in the weeds, chickens and hound dogs wandering loose. Lester was wired, edgy, pacing back and forth, while Henry sat quietly on the rundown porch.
"I'm going stir-crazy," Lester complained. Then, making up his mind, he said, "I'm going to town."
Henry said nothing.
Lester pulled off his grubby T-shirt, then washed his face and hands with a garden hose, then dried himself with his grubby T-shirt. He found a T-shirt in the back of his truck and slipped it on.
Seeing Henry watching him, Lester said, grabbing for his car keys, "Fuck you, old man. I need a woman."
The Pikake was a steak and lobster restaurant.
Rafferty met Jeremiah Quint and his wife Audrey at the bar.
Rafferty greeted them. "Aloha! I'm glad you both could make it."
Jeremiah Quint was brutally cold. "That's because you're buying dinner."
Rafferty ignored the jibe. "Shall we start with drinks?"
Jeremiah sneered. "On your expense account?"
Rafferty bought drinks at the front bar. He told the Quints, "I don't blame Jimmy for what happened. And I know Jimmy doesn't believe that, and I know you're helping him as best as you can. But Jimmy's not coping very well here. He needs the help you can't give him."
Jeremiah Quint was totally opposed. "My brother isn't crazy."
"I think Rafferty's right," Audrey said.