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The Next Thing on Benefit _____________________ by Castle Freeman, Jr. from The New England Review When the police in Miami―if police is what they were―asked Sharon how long she had been on Benefit Island, she found she didn’t know for sure. “Three days?” she said. “Four days? A week? Not more than a week.” When they showed her a log of some kind from the base at San Juan that had her party cleared through there in early February, she said, “Oh.” They had her. They had her, but they didn’t seem to want her. They didn’t seem to care much about the little she had to tell them. When they asked her how she knew the man she had been on the island with, she told them, through her work. When they asked her what that work was, and she answered physical therapist, they looked at her. They looked at her, but they didn’t seem to care much about that, either. They didn’t keep her long. Patrick had said they wouldn’t, and they didn’t. She was with them for half an hour. Then they drove her to the airport and put her on a flight to Newark. She had no ticket, no reservation, no bags, no money. Nothing was asked for. Patrick hadn’t said anything about that. Can the police do that? The police of what? * * * * Duncan Munro did not at first look to Sharon like the next thing. “Duncan’s a trip,” her friend Wanda told her
The Next Thing on Benefit ~229~ when she asked Sharon to take her appointment with him. Wanda had the flu. “Duncan’s a trip,” said Wanda. “You don’t want to miss out on Duncan. Do you know the St. John?” “Is it near the Carlyle?” Sharon asked her. She was used to working at the Carlyle. She had an arrangement with an orthopedist at Mount Sinai who had arrangements with several of the big hotels. “Not really,” said Wanda. “It’s private.” The Hotel St. John was in the eighties off Park. Sharon had walked down that block a hundred times; she’d had a client there, an older lady. She had never known there was a hotel on the street. That was part of the thing of being the St. John, she learned. The St. John had no awning, no doorman, no sign. You climbed the marble steps to the door, toward the warm yellow light coming from the front rooms, and somebody swung the door open for you. You got into an elevator the size of a phone booth, and up you went. The elevator opened directly into a suite of rooms. There was no hallway, there were no doors. From what Wanda had said, Sharon expected Duncan Munro to be what Sharon and Wanda and their friends called a giant squid: ancient and hideous, raised from lightless depths, having an array of long, slippery arms that twisted and wriggled to turn up in unwelcome places. The giant squids had to be handled. Wanda, a black Amazon, six feet two, with the shoulders of a prizefighter and the stride of a panther, handled them easily. Sharon, smaller, softer, not so easily. In this case, however, it didn’t matter. Duncan Munro, Sharon found, wasn’t a giant squid. He was a gentleman. He was a little heavy, but not soft; not really fit, but in decent shape. His age? Well, his hair was mostly there and mostly dark, though his eyebrows had begun to look as if two
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The Next Thing on Benefit ~229~<br />
when she asked Sharon to take her appointment with him.<br />
Wanda had the flu.<br />
“Duncan’s a trip,” said Wanda. “You don’t want to miss<br />
out on Duncan. Do you know the St. John?”<br />
“Is it near the Carlyle?” Sharon asked her. She was used<br />
to working at the Carlyle. She had an arrangement with an<br />
orthopedist at Mount Sinai who had arrangements with several<br />
of the big hotels.<br />
“Not really,” said Wanda. “It’s private.”<br />
The Hotel St. John was in the eighties off Park. Sharon<br />
had walked down that block a hundred times; she’d had a<br />
client there, an older lady. She had never known there was a<br />
hotel on the street. That was part of the thing of being the St.<br />
John, she learned. The St. John had no awning, no doorman,<br />
no sign. You climbed the marble steps to the door, toward<br />
the warm yellow light coming from the front rooms, and<br />
somebody swung the door open for you. You got into an elevator<br />
the size of a phone booth, and up you went. The elevator<br />
opened directly into a suite of rooms. There was no<br />
hallway, there were no doors.<br />
From what Wanda had said, Sharon expected Duncan<br />
Munro to be what Sharon and Wanda and their friends<br />
called a giant squid: ancient and hideous, raised from lightless<br />
depths, having an array of long, slippery arms that<br />
twisted and wriggled to turn up in unwelcome places. The<br />
giant squids had to be handled. Wanda, a black Amazon, six<br />
feet two, with the shoulders of a prizefighter and the stride of<br />
a panther, handled them easily. Sharon, smaller, softer, not<br />
so easily. In this case, however, it didn’t matter. Duncan<br />
Munro, Sharon found, wasn’t a giant squid. He was a gentleman.<br />
He was a little heavy, but not soft; not really fit, but in<br />
decent shape. His age? Well, his hair was mostly there and<br />
mostly dark, though his eyebrows had begun to look as if two