The Goodbye Look

I have a secret passion for mercy. But justice is what keeps happening to people.

We merged our lonelinesses once again, in something less than love but sweeter than self. I didn’t get home to West Los Angeles after all.

I’ve spilled all my secrets. How do you make people do it?” “I don’t. People like to talk about what’s hurting them. It takes the edge off the pain sometimes.

What did the old man want?” “Your husband’s money, just like everyone else.” “But not you, eh?” Her voice was sardonic. “Not me,” I said. “Money costs too much.

daughter?’ ‘She was a beautiful child.’ Mrs Williams’s eyes grew misty with the quasi-maternal feelings of a procuress.

That isn’t your real motivation. I know your type. You have a secret passion for justice. Why don’t you admit it?” “I have a secret passion for mercy,” I said. “But justice is what keeps happening to people.

I’m sick of always doing the professional thing for prudential reasons.’ I