“Well…” Mark seemed at a loss. “I may have gone too far, but it was all-”

“And then you gave the story about Charlie’s wife to the paper. That was a good one.” Allie tried to keep her voice noncommittal.

He looked at her warily. “I might have mentioned it.”

“Why?”

“Well, Lisa called me and told me about it, and I thought that the people of Tuttle should know what kind of guy he is.” Mark shifted in his chair. “You know, leaving his wife pregnant and all. I thought you should know, too. He’s not the kind of guy for you, Allie.”

Allie fought down the urge to reach across the table and strangle him. “Oh? And what kind of guy is?”

Mark took a deep breath. “Well, me.” He held up his hand to stop her protest. “I know I made a mistake when I broke up with you, but believe me, I know it now. I was stupid. You want me to come crawling back, I will. Whatever you say.”

Allie shook her head at him in disgusted amazement. “And what about Lisa? She’s been working her butt off for you.”

“Lisa’s a child.” Mark settled back in his chair. “A lovely child, but still a child. The experience I’ve given her will look good on her resume-”

“Oh, you want me back as a producer.” Allie nodded. “I misunderstood.”

“No, no! I want you back completely.” Mark leaned forward. “I think we should get married.”

“Married.” Allie nodded. “Married. You’re going to go back across the street and tell Lisa that you’re dumping her as your producer and your girlfriend to marry me.”

“Absolutely.” Mark beamed at her. “I’m a big enough man to admit my mistakes.”

“You’re a dweeb.” Allie stood up. “If you do anything else to sabotage Charlie’s show, I will tell Bill and insist that he fire you. I mean it. Stay away from Charlie. And while you’re at it, stay away from me.”

“Allie!” Mark stood up to follow her.

“No.” Allie put out her hand to stop him. “I can’t believe you pulled this stuff just to save your career. What did you think you were doing?”

Mark blinked at her. “What you taught me to do. Make the show the best.”

“I never taught you to sabotage other shows to do it,” Allie said, appalled, but she knew he was right. The entire time she’d been with him, the show had been everything. She’d just forgotten to teach him morals before she’d left. “There’s more to life than radio, Mark.”

“Not to my life,” he said, and she felt sorry for him because he was right again.

“Go make up with Lisa,” she told him. “You’re going to need her.”


* * *

“Harry told me you had lunch with Mark today,” Charlie said when she walked into the booth at ten.

“Harry told you right.” Allie handed him the notes and the promos.

“Have a good time?”

“He asked me to marry him.” Allie turned and walked out of the booth to the production table.

“He what?” Charlie snapped over the headset.

“He offered me the prime-time producing slot, too,” Allie said through her mike. “The news is almost over. Stand by.”

“Screw the news,” Charlie said. “Did you say yes?”

Allie glared at him. “What possible difference could it make to you since you’re leaving tomorrow?”

“None,” Charlie said. “Did you say yes?”

“No,” Allie said. “I said no.”

“Could we stop fighting and talk about this?” Charlie asked her once his heart was out of his throat.

“Why?” Allie looked at him miserably. “Nothing’s changed. I told him to stop sabotaging your show, but I don’t know why I bothered. You’re leaving tomorrow. You’re turning Grady in. It’s all over, anyway.”

Charlie looked at her just as miserably and said, “All right. Whatever you want.” The news went off and he moved up the mike slide and said, “Good evening, Tuttle. You’re with Charlie All Night-”

Allie took off her headphones. He could do the broadcast without her by now. It wasn’t as if it mattered. It was his last show. He was going to be gone in another twenty-four hours and then she could put her life back together without him. She could hardly wait.

They did the rest of the show with silence between them, Charlie just playing music. The worst was when he did a Paul Anka double play for Sam-“Puppy Love” and “Put Your Head On My Shoulder”-and patted the puppy on his own shoulder until Sam gave up and went to sleep. She loved him so much then, she hurt with it. He only stopped to talk once, this time about the use of marijuana in treating the nausea associated with chemotherapy. He made a good persuasive argument, and Allie knew he was doing it for Grady’s sake, to prepare the way for Grady’s defense, but it wasn’t enough.

He was still going to turn Grady in.

She stayed until Grady showed up at quarter to two to take over the booth.

“Grady, I’m sorry,” she told him when he came in. “If there’s anything I can do…”

Grady shook his head. “Nope. I got myself into this. I’m ready.”

“Oh, Grady,” Allie said, but he’d already gone into the booth with Charlie.

Charlie plugged the news cassette in and she watched them as he gave Grady the chair and then leaned on the side of the booth to talk to him. Charlie looked like death, exhaustion and unhappiness making him haggard. For a moment, she relented because she loved him.

Then she went in to try one last time to convince him.

“You can’t do this.” she said when she was in the booth whh them. “I’ve tried and tried to think of a way around this, but I can’t. Joe says a prison sentence is mandatory. You can’t do this.”

Charlie closed his eyes against her. “It’s the law. I know Grady did what he did because he loves his mother-”

“He saved her life,” Allie broke in. “She couldn’t eat. He saved-”

“But the law is the law,” Charlie went on inexorably. “He broke it.”

Allie looked at Grady for help. “I don’t believe this. The law is stupid. In fact, the law is wrong-”

“Listen to me,” Charlie said and the intensity in his voice stopped her inmidsentence. “One of the biggest problems this country has is that people think a law is only a law if they agree with it. And if they don’t, it’s all right to kick guys like Joe out of the service and bomb abortion clinics because there’s a higher law at work. And that’s garbage, Allie. The law is the law. If you don’t like it, change it. But don’t break it and then start whining when there are consequences.”

“But they won’t change it,” Allie snapped. “Politicians are such cowards when it comes to legalizing any drugs that they’d rather see people die than risk their careers. It’s not going to change. And it’s wrong.”

“The law is the law,” Charlie said. “You can’t choose which part of it you like and which you’re going to ignore. It’s not a salad bar, Al. The whole thing stands, or the whole thing goes. And Grady broke the law.”

“And you’re going to turn him in.” Allie stood there, her eyes blazing at him in contempt. “Good old by-the-book, my-way-is-law Charlie. I bet you look a whole lot like your father now.”

Charlie winced, and Grady stood up and said, “Wait a minute.” His voice was low and mild but it cut through her anger. “Thanks for the defense, Al. I appreciate it. But Charlie’s right. Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.” He turned to Charlie. “I’m only asking one favor. Don’t turn me in until tomorrow morning. Let me finish the show and tell my mom and dad first.”

Charlie knew he was right, and he’d never felt worse in his life, knowing he was ruining Grady’s life, knowing Allie would probably never speak to him again. It was a lot to pay for being right. “Of course I won’t,” he told Grady.

Grady looked him in the eye. “I won’t run.”

Charlie swallowed. “I know that. Oh, hell, Grady.” He cast around for something to say.

Grady sat back down in the console chair. “It’s not your problem anymore,” he told Charlie as he picked up the headphones. “In fact, if I hadn’t started doing this, you wouldn’t have been here at all. So it’s always been my problem. Sorry I dragged you into it.”

“I’m sorry you did, too,” Allie said.

Charlie looked at her. “I’m not sorry. I wouldn’t trade these past weeks for anything.”

“Well, I would,” she said, and there were tears in her voice. “I’d trade them for Grady’s freedom. You’re going to send him to prison. Do you know how long he’ll be there? Do you know how awful-”

“Allie, let it go,” Grady said. “I’m not a kid. Stop treating me like one. This isn’t Charlie’s fault.”

“Well, it sure looks that way to me,” Allie said and walked out of the booth, and Charlie felt all the warmth and air leave the room with her.

He was right. He knew he was right.

But being right without Allie was lousy. And that was going to be the story for the rest of his life.

Grady rubbed his forehead. ‘‘She’ll calm down. She’ll see there was nothing else you could do.”

“Will she?” Charlie sat on the edge of the console and thought about what he’d done and how he felt about Grady. “I’m not even sure there was nothing else I could do. You’re not a criminal.”

“Well, yeah, I am.” Grady said. “I committed a crime. I’m pretty sure that makes me a criminal.”

“And she was right about something else.” Charlie looked unhappily at Grady. “I’m acting just like my father. And yours. Rigid.”

Grady shook his head. “My dad told me about your brother. Your father covered up your brother’s crime. You’re doing the opposite. You’re on the side of the angels.”

“Pretty lousy angels.” Charlie tipped his head back. “I know I’m right. My dad knew he was right. Bill always knows he’s right. I’m everything I never wanted to be. I’ve spent my whole life refusing to have anything to do with people so that I’d never try to control anybody. And now I’m alone and still controlling people. What I should do is just leave town now. I know you’ll tell Bill, so my job’s done.” He felt so tired his bones ached. “I should just go now.”

“And leave everybody?” Grady looked incredulous. “Not say goodbye to Harry or Joe or Karen? Or Allie?”

Charlie laughed shortly. “I don’t think Allie will talk to me long enough to let me say goodbye.”

Grady watched him for a moment and then shrugged. “Then go. I’ll tell them all you said so-long.” He straightened as the music stopped and leaned in to the mike to begin his show intro, and Charlie backed out of the booth as soundlessly as possible. He listened to Grady for a few minutes, talking about herbal teas this time, and then he picked up his coat and left.


* * *

Allie drove around for a while, trying to make sense of what had happened. Charlie’s arguments sounded right, but there were Grady and Beattie and Mrs. Winthrop, and they weren’t wrong. So how could Charlie be right? There should have been a simple answer, and there wasn’t.

She stopped and picked up cashew chicken and potstickers because she was unhappy and starving and because it was what she wanted, for some reason.

Then she went home and turned on Grady’s show, and thought about the mess some more.

She wanted to hate Charlie for what he was going to do to Grady, but she didn’t. She loved him. And tomorrow was November and he was leaving, and she’d be alone again, picking up the pieces he’d left behind him.

Well, not alone. She had Joe. And Harry. And Karen and Marcia, and even Mark and Lisa weren’t a complete loss. And Bill and Beattie and most of all Grady. She’d be working her butt off for Grady because he deserved it. She’d find a way to keep him out of jail.

And she’d get the prime-time show back. Mark would take her back in a heartbeat: the last thing he needed was her making some new bozo the flavor of the month the way she’d done with Charlie. He still didn’t get it that she hadn’t done it alone. That they’d been a team.

Allie closed her eyes for a moment because it hurt so much to remember that. In the background, Grady was playing some weird chanting music. Who would play the weird stuff while Grady was in prison?

The doorbell rang, and Allie went to get it, assuming Joe had forgotten his key and grateful he was home to comfort her.

But when she opened the door, Charlie said, “Can we please talk about this?”

Allie stood silent, staring at him as he filled her doorway. She blinked back tears and tried to breathe. The worst thing she could do would be to cry all over him; he was her problem, not her solution. But he stood there, tall and broad and solid and safe, and he sure looked like all her solutions for the rest of her life.