"It's for Grandma," I told her. "She needs a meatloaf."
"Of course," my mother said. "What was I thinking?"
I CALLED MY mother again when I got home. "Okay, I'm home," I said. "Now what do I do with this stuff?"
"You mix it together and put it in a loaf pan and bake it at three hundred and fifty degrees for an hour."
"You didn't say anything about a loaf pan when I was at the store!" I wailed.
"You don't have a loaf pan?"
"Well, of course I have a loaf pan. I just meant… Never mind."
"Good luck," my mother said.
Bob was sitting in the middle of the kitchen, taking it all in.
"I don't have a loaf pan," I told Bob. "But hey, we're not gonna let a little thing like that stop us, are we?"
I dumped the ground beef into a bowl along with the other essential meatloaf ingredients. I added an egg and watched it slime across the surface. I poked it with a spoon.
"Eeeeyeu," I said to Bob.
Bob wagged his tail. Bob looked like he loved gross stuff.
I mashed at the mess with the spoon, but the egg wouldn't mix in. I took a deep breath and plunged in with both hands. After a couple of minutes of hand squishing, everything was nice and mushy. I shaped it into a snowman. And then I shaped it into Humpty Dumpty. And then I smashed it flat. Smashed flat, it looked a lot like what I'd left in the McDonald's parking lot. Finally I rolled it into two big meatballs.
I'd bought a frozen banana cream pie for dessert, so I slid the pie out of its aluminum plate onto a dinner plate and used the pie plate for the giant meatballs.
"Necessity is the mother of invention," I told Bob.
I put the meatballs in the oven, cut up some potatoes and set them to cooking, and opened a can of creamed corn and dumped it in a bowl so I could heat it up in the microwave at the last minute. Cooking wasn't so bad, I thought. In fact, it was a lot like sex. Sometimes it didn't seem like such a good idea in the beginning, but then after you got into it…
I set the table for two, and the phone rang just as I was finishing.
"Yo, babe," Ranger said.
"Yo yourself. I have some news. The car that came to visit Hannibal last night belongs to Terry Gilman. I should have recognized her when she got out of the car, but I only saw her from the back, and I wasn't expecting her."
"Probably carrying condolences from Vito."
"I didn't realize Vito and Ramos were friends."
"Vito and Alexander co-exist."
"Another thing," I said. "This morning I followed Hannibal to the house in Deal." Then I told Ranger about the older man in the Town Car, and the smack in the head, and the appearance of a younger man who I thought was Ulysses Ramos.
"How do you know it was Ulysses?"
"Just a guess. He looked like Hannibal, but slimmer."
There was a moment of silence.
"Do you want me to keep watching the town house?" I asked.
"Do a spot check once in a while. I want to know if anyone's living there."
"Don't you think it's strange that Ramos would smack his son?" I asked.
"I don't know," Ranger said. "In my family we smack each other all the time."
Ranger disconnected, and I stood without moving for several minutes, wondering what I was missing. Ranger never gave much away, but there'd been a moment's pause and a small change of inflection that had me thinking I'd told him something interesting. I reviewed our conversation and everything seemed ordinary. A father and two brothers gathered together at a time of family tragedy. Alexander's reaction to Hannibal's greeting had seemed odd to me, but I got the impression that wasn't what had caught Ranger's attention.
Grandma staggered through the front door. "Boy, have I had a day," she said. "I'm all done in."
"How'd the driving lesson go?"
"Pretty good, I guess. I didn't run anybody over. And I didn't wreck the car. How was your day?"
"About the same."
"Louise and me went to the mall to do some senior citizen power walking but we kept getting sidetracked into the stores. And then after lunch we went looking at apartments. I saw a couple I might settle for, but nothing that really floated my boat. Tomorrow we're gonna look at some condos." Grandma snooped into the potato pot. "Isn't this something. I come home from a hard day of running around and here's dinner all waiting for me. Just like being a man."
"I got a banana cream pie for dessert," I said, "but I had to use the pie plate for the meatloaf."
Grandma peeked at the pie in the refrigerator. "Maybe we should eat it now before it defrosts and loses its shape."
That sounded like a good idea to me, so we all had some pie while the meatloaf was baking.