Alan Cook - Honeymoon for Three

“Well, do you see him here?”

There were only a handful of people at this viewpoint, and none of them remotely fit the description of Jack London, or whoever he was.

“No, but I did come up with a remote possibility during the night.”

“Tell me,” Penny said as they hustled back to the car to get warm.

“I had a roommate before Steve. His name was Henry. He could have fit the description the woman at the chapel gave, at least in a dark room. He had a beard. He may still have one.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“About a year ago. But he called me just before we left, and I told him something about what we were doing. I can’t remember exactly what, but he did imply that because I had been the best man at his wedding, he should be mine. I told him we were eloping, but I’m not sure he bought it.”

“Why do you think he might be a suspect?”

“He’s an odd duck. He loves to play practical jokes. But they go beyond joking and verge on cruelty. For example-”

“Yes?”

They got into the car. As Gary started the engine, he realized that he was going to have to be careful what he said.

“I shouldn’t even be telling you this on the second day of our marriage. Henry got married two years ago, and, as I said, I was his best man. For some reason he spread the rumor that I was…queer. I have no idea why he did it.”

“Well, I can give you a reference. Do you think it might have anything to do with the fact that you’re probably a lot better looking than he is?”

“I never thought of that. Anyway, he got everybody connected with the wedding to believe it.”

“Since you were roommates, didn’t that implicate him?”

“He told people that we had separate bedrooms and agreed to live our own lives. I brought in guys, and he brought in girls. Of course that never happened-including him bringing in girls. He wasn’t a big success with the ladies. He got his wife because she found out that he was a member of a rich family. Not to put too fine a point on it, but she was a gold digger.”

“Did you confront him with this?”

“Yes, but he laughed it off. Said it was just a joke and nobody would care in two years.”

“Except that it’s been two years, and you obviously still care.”

“Because of what happened. They got married in San Diego where the bride’s parents lived. The wedding party was staying in a hotel. Henry engineered it so that on the day of the wedding I didn’t have a room to use to change into my wedding clothes.”

“How could he do that?” Penny sounded belligerent.

“Because he was paying for my room.” Gary sounded sheepish. Maybe he shouldn’t have started this topic. “Anyway, he said he needed my room for something else. He said the only room available was the one the bridesmaids were using. I would have to share it with them.”

Penny gasped, and Gary knew he was digging himself deeper.

“I figured the girls would veto it, but they said fine.”

“So you got dressed in the same room with the bridesmaids?”

“Yes.” He wanted to end the discussion right there.

“How many girls were there?”

“Three.”

“Were they good looking?”

“Oh, average.”

“Sure they were.” Penny didn’t try to hide her sarcasm.

All right, they were gorgeous. The one thing he liked about the bride was her girlfriends. Out loud, he gave a noncommittal grunt.

“How did it work out for my poor Garykins?” Penny asked with mock sympathy.

“We made do. We respected each other.”

Penny snorted. “Gary, I feel for you, but I can’t quite reach you.” She started playing an imaginary violin. “You were the fox in the henhouse.”

He didn’t tell her that the girls ran around before the wedding in garter belts, sans bras, because they didn’t want to get their backless dresses dirty, but she had obviously figured it out.

Trying to regain some of his dignity, he said, “But let me tell you what happened next. At the reception I danced with the bridesmaids. There was one I kind of liked, and I tried to make time with her. She just laughed at me.”

“Aw, the light dawns. My Garykins got laughed at by a girl. You poor thing.” Penny laughed herself. “But that’s okay. Aphrodite was watching over you and looking out for my best interests. You were being saved for me.”

“I guess so.” He grinned. He would get no pity from her. He was glad he was out of that conversation.

“How did the marriage go?”

“She divorced him a year ago. Got a big settlement, as I understand it.”

“So you think he might be envious of you. From what you’ve said, I believe it. What you need to do is call him and make sure he’s home.”

“It’s a long distance call, and we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’m sure there are phone booths at Rim Village. You can call from there. Your peace of mind will make it worth the cost.”

“I’ll call him collect. He owes me.”

Alfred wheeled into Mt. Mazama Campground as if he owned the place. He had no intention of staying at another campground, after his cold night in Lake Tahoe, but if Penny and Gary were following the route he thought they were following, their tent should be here.

Last night, he had watched the movie Moulin Rouge on the television set in his motel room. It was the tragic story of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, with Jose Ferrer playing the crippled French painter. Seeing it on the black and white TV gave it a stark, almost tragic appearance. He identified with the man who hadn’t been able to find true love because of his deformity.

Alfred wasn’t exactly a painter, but he had some talent at drawing. He could draw a pretty good likeness of a person. He had made two sketches of Penny. In fact, they were with a sketchpad in the trunk of his car. After the movie ended he retrieved the drawings and spread them out on the bed.

One was of Penny in her cheerleader outfit. He had copied it from the yearbook picture. It looked just like her. He had also tried to sketch how she looked when he saw her through her apartment window. He had never done a nude before, but he thought it had turned out pretty well, considering the fact that he only caught a glimpse of her. He remembered the mole on her left breast. He spent a long time trying to get her bellybutton correct. He really should take an art class sometime.

Seeing the drawings made him want to see Penny again in person. A good night’s sleep in the comfortable bed of the motel refreshed him and reinforced the feeling. He had come a long way. He wasn’t going to go home until he saw her one more time. Just to make sure she was all right.

He ate breakfast and then went to a clothing store and bought himself a winter jacket, gloves, and a hat. It cost him a significant portion of his financial resources, but he wasn’t going to freeze again.

Then he drove north to Crater Lake. He had never seen so many trees in his life as he had during the last three days. Especially evergreen trees. He didn’t know there were this many trees in the world. Most forests in the East were much smaller than the ones around here. There weren’t any forests in parts of the Midwest. After this trip he would be completely satisfied if he never saw another forest.

Alfred drove openly through the campground. Penny and Gary wouldn’t be here right now. They would be out sightseeing. They must love sightseeing or they wouldn’t have come here. Looking at trees. And mountains. And lakes. He didn’t understand anybody who could go gaga over a tree. It must be Gary’s doing. Penny was more sensible than that. This was evidence that he was leading her around by the nose.

He spotted an olive drab tent. It must be theirs. It was smaller than any of the other tents. He hadn’t gotten a good look at it during his night perambulations at Lake Tahoe because it had been almost pitch dark. A green stove sat on a picnic table near the tent. It looked familiar, but many campers had similar stoves.