“Okay,” Lula said, “I'll take one of those.”
Omar went to the end case and pawed through a vat of organs. He picked one out and put it on the scale on a piece of waxed paper. “How's this?”
Lula and I looked around the scale at it.
“I don't know much about hearts,” Lula said to Omar. “Maybe you could help us out here. We're looking for a heart that would fit a two-hundred-and-thirty-pound pig who just had a heart attack.”
“How old is this pig?”
“Late sixties, maybe seventy.”
“That's a pretty old pig,” Omar said. He went back and picked out a second heart. “This one's been in the vat for a while. I don't know if the pig had a heart attack, but the heart don't look all that good.” He poked it with his finger. “It's not that it's missing any parts, or anything, it just looks like it's been around the block, you know what I mean?”
“How much is it?” Lula asked.
“You're in luck. This one's on sale. I could let you have this one for half price.”
Lula and I exchanged glances.
“Okay, we'll take it,” I said.
Omar looked over the counter at the cooler in Lula's hand. “You want Porky wrapped up or do you want him packed in ice?”
ON THE WAY back to the office I pulled up for a light, and a guy on a Harley Fat Boy eased to a stop beside me.
“Nice bike,” he said. “What have you got in the cooler?”
“A pig heart,” Lula said.
And then the light changed and we both took off.
Five minutes later we were in the office, showing the heart to Connie.
“Boy, it looks like the real thing,” Connie said.
Lula and I gave Connie some raised eyebrows.
“Not that I'd know,” Connie said.
“This is gonna work good,” Lula said. “All we have to do now is swap this for Granny.”
Tendrils of fear curled in my stomach. Nervous little flutterings that took my breath away. I didn't want anything bad to happen to Grandma.
Valerie and I used to fight all the time when we were kids. I always had some crazy idea and Valerie always snitched on me to my mother. Stephanie's up on the garage roof trying to fly, Valerie would scream to my mother, running into the kitchen. Or, Stephanie's in the backyard trying to tinkle standing up like a boy. After my mother yelled at me, when no one was looking, I'd give Valerie a really good smack on the head. Whack! And then we'd fight. And then my mother would yell at me again. And then I'd run away from home.
I always ran to Grandma Mazur's house. Grandma Mazur never passed judgment. Now I know why. Deep down inside Grandma Mazur was even crazier than I was.
Grandma Mazur would take me in without a word of admonishment. She'd haul her four kitchen chairs into the living room, arrange them in a square and drape a sheet over them. She'd give me a pillow and some books to read and send the into the tent she'd made. After a couple minutes a plate of cookies or a sandwich would get passed under the sheet.
At some point in the afternoon, before my grandfather came hone from work, my mother would come fetch me and everything would be fine.
And now Grandma was with crazy Eddie DeChooch. And at seven I'd trade her for a pig heart. “Unh!” I said.
Lula and Connie glanced over at me.
“Thinking out loud,” I told them. “Maybe I should call Joe or Ranger for backup.”
“Joe's the police,” Lula said. “And DeChooch said no police.”