The Not Exactly Complete Works of Peter Schulman

Circumstantial Evidence

©2010 Peter Schulman


  Chapter 1  

  Chapter 2  

  Chapter 3  

  Chapter 4  

  Chapter 5  

  Chapter 6  

  Chapter 7  

  Chapter 8  

  Chapter 9  

  Chapter 10  

  Chapter 11  

  Chapter 12  

Chapter 21

Sunday morning Jamie took me shopping at Neiman-Marcus in the King of Prussia Mall. The objective was to make me look like I could easily afford to buy her whatever I wanted and would be inclined to do so.

She picked out a finely-tailored, navy pinstripe Armani suit. I had to swallow to get my heart out of my throat when I looked at the price. Even though this was being paid for by Prissy’s money, it made me queasy.

“Can’t I just rent this?” I asked Jamie.

“You'll impress the ladies.”

“What will they expect from me after I impress them?”

If I thought the suit was priced more like a car, I was shocked to find the shirt and tie were priced like the upgrade to anti-lock brakes.

“You have the perfect body,” said Jamie.

Catching the look of shock on my face, she said, “Perfect for this suit. It was made for you.” She ran her hands over the lapels. “They won’t have to do a thing.”

I thanked Jamie for her help. She was a good friend. She was someone I could become involved with and know I was making the right decision. Unfortunately, as Rachel and my two former wives had implied, I was probably not the right choice for her.

We picked up cheese steaks at the food court and headed to Jamie’s.

I found a parking spot on Washington Square, an uncommon occurrence. We ate our cheese steaks at her place, changed, and left for the Walnut.

I got a parking space on the street, pure luck.

Jamie is a theater aficionado. She introduced me to the Walnut Street Theater years ago. Then she introduced me to the Arden. I introduced her to the opera. We might have trouble finding time if anybody did any more introducing.

Our Walnut subscription was on Discussion Sunday. After the show, members of the cast and crew come back out on stage and talk about the production, their careers, the author, the history, and whatever crosses the minds of the audience to ask them, including things like, “Is your cousin Herbie still dating that blonde girl? My daughter would be just perfect for him.” Imagine that in any accent you like. It’s cross-cultural.

We saw Rags, a musical about the struggles of Jewish immigrants to the United States around the turn of the twentieth century. It depicts the struggle for security, to maintain identity, to avoid assimilation, and to redefine the relationships between the generations.

I enjoyed the show. It wasn’t my favorite, but there had been so many good shows over the years that not being my favorite is not much of an indictment.

Jamie is such a history buff that she found the opportunity to glimpse a depiction of how history affected the lives of people of the era especially satisfying.

The discussion would be fun, but I had to leave. Jamie said she would walk home. I gave her a meaningful hug. Of course, the subtle meanings of a hug can be difficult to interpret, but it was the best I could do. I sped off to the playoffs.

I got there in the sixth inning. We survived the mistake-filled first game nine to seven.

The nightcap was better played. They didn’t hit much. We hit even less and lost four to two. The deciding game would be next weekend.

Between games I told Lily about the planned trip to Eternal Elegance and about my shopping trip that morning.

She was amused. “I wish I could have been there to see the look on your face when you found out the prices. You should have asked for a used one.”

“I tried to rent.”

“Now you know what grown up people wear.”

After the second game Lily wondered out loud whether we would have needed to play next weekend if she had been on the team.


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  Chapter 13  

  Chapter 14  

  Chapter 15  

  Chapter 16  

  Chapter 17  

  Chapter 18  

  Chapter 19  

  Chapter 20  

  Chapter 21  

  Chapter 22  

  Chapter 23