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If anyone, upon seeing him in costume, made the regrettable mistake of uttering an ARGHH in his presence, that unfortunate soul would most likely find himself at the connecting end of Mickeys fist. The monkey, however, was another matter entirely. Though he would deny it if asked, Mickey had a genuine love of the monkey he had named Liam, after his dead younger brother, but that most of his friends now referred to as Mini Mick. Melville told Mickey he would have to think about it. Finch smiled at him. A flash of recognition passed between them. For the first time in months, Melville felt like himself. MELVILLE MET F INCH FOR THE second time at the museum. Finch was doing research for his book on Melvilles letters to Hawthorne. Most of them were held by family or had been documented in previous work, but Finch was also interested in the museums journal of the Acushnet, a ship that Herman Melville had served on and then deserted in the Marquesas. Finch was older. And brilliant. They hit it off immediately. Over the next several months, they worked late nights at the museum. Melville met Finchs daughter. One night Finch told Melville the story about Hawthornes wife, Sophia. Melville was familiar with the tales of Hawthorne and Sophia. Theirs was one of the great romances of the literary world. But it was not their love story that Finch talked about that night. Sophia had always had problems with her nerves, as well as terrible debilitating headaches that had plagued her most of her life. As a shed been quite sickly. One medical theory that was popular at the time, and one Finch had just heard about, involved mercury and teething. Every generation has its remedy for a particular malady, and every generation has something they blame for disease of any kind. These days it might be pollution or chemical sensitivity or even vaccination. In the days of Sophias youth, it had been teething. Teething was blamed for everything from paralysis to insanity to consumption. The belief was that the sooner one could complete the teething process (which was undeniably fraught with torment for the ), the better. Disease could be avoided only if the teeth poked through the gums in a timely fashion. For this reason parents would often cut the gums of their ren with implements as unsanitary and as imprecise as kitchen knives. Then they would apply mercury to the open wounds. Mercury? Melville said to Finch. Youve got to be kidding. Not at all, Finch answered. Mercury was used as late as 1960 in this country as an antiseptic. Are you old enough to remember Mercurochrome? Melville did remember Mercurochrome, though it was a vague memory, an old bottle with a fraying redorange label.

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A lot of poisons were used to treat infection in the old days, he said. He went on to say that there was a new theory that Sophias headaches and her somewhat erratic personality were probably the result of mercury poisoning. Melville couldnt remember how Finch had segued from Sophias personality to Maureens, but he did remember that it had been masterly. Before Melville knew it, Finch was talking about his wife, her own mercurial personality, and the illness that had kept her hospitalized indefinitely. My wife is manicdepressive, Finch had said. She has been in and out of hospitals for as long as I can remember. That must be difficult, Melville said. It is difficult, most particularly for my daughter. This last time has been very difficult for all of us. This time Im afraid she t be coming home. Im so sorry, Melville said. Finch looked at him so pitifully that Melvilles response was automatic. Though they were standing in the middle of the East India Hall, Melville reached out and hugged him. They stood for a long time, the sound of passing footsteps echoing in the halls around them as Finch cried quietly on Melvilles shoulder. To say they started seeing each other would be wrong. It was more as if they kept seeing each other. Research turned to late dinners of takeout in Melvilles room on Es Street, and when Finch expressed concern about leaving Zee for so long, Melville had his boat moved from its mooring down by Congress Street to one just off Turner Street. They began to meet on the boat, after Zee was in bed. Since her mother had been hospitalized, Zee often had nightmares, and the boat was close enough, sound carrying well over water, to hear her if she cried out. The first time we met, I thought you were straight, Finch said to him one night. No you didnt. Melville called him on his lie. Bi, then. I thought you were bi. I was, Melville said. It wasnt a lie. Hed once considered himself biual, but that had been a long time ago. And may I point out that you are the one who is married. The weight of it hit them both. Im a good deal older than you, Finch said, and from an entirely different generation. Regret showed on his face. Then guilt. Neither of them brought up the subject again. On Saturdays, Finch and Zee visited the hospital. On Saturday nights Melville would cook for them. They ate together at the kitchen table, Zee often quieter after the visits with her mother. Sometimes on Sunday, Melville would take Zee out in the harbor and they would fish for stripers, which they would clean and cook outside. Sometimes she would help him work on his boat. Melville liked Zee. She was a good kid, if somewhat stressed and worried about her mother.

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