She was indeed elegant tonight. Her hair was long and wavy and complexly arranged. Her dress was clean of line and of a color and texture soft to the eye. Tim wanted to touch it. He’d lived with his sister long enough to know how long it must have taken to get that effect, even if he had no hint as to how it was done.
Wanting her approval was automatic. He waited as she inspected his living room, wondering to himself why he’d never invited her before. Finally she looked up with an expression Tim hadn’t seen her use since high school, when she’d decided she was judge of all morals. “Nice room,” she said approvingly. Then she giggled, ruining the pose.
“Glad you like it. Damned glad, in fact.”
“Really? Is my opinion so important?” She was still teasing him with facial expressions from their childhood.
“Yes. In a few minutes the whole damned family’s going to be here, and most of them haven’t seen this place. You think like they do, so if you like it, they will.”
“Hmm. I guess I deserted that.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean…” She was laughing at him again. He got her a drink and they sat.
“I’ve been wondering,” she mused. “We haven’t seen each other for two years at least. Why did you ask me here tonight?”
Tim was partly prepared for that. She had always been direct. He decided to be truthful. “I was thinking about who I wanted here tonight. A big ego thing, right? The show about my comet. And I thought of Gil Waters, the top of my class at Cate, and my family, and you. Then I realized I was thinking of all the people I wanted to impress most.”
“Me?”
“Right. We used to talk, remember? And I never could tell you what I wanted to do with my life. The rest of my family, everyone we grew up with, they make money, or collect art, or race cars, or do something. Me, I only wanted to watch the sky.”
She smiled. “I’m really flattered, Tim.”
“You really do look elegant. Your own creation?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
She was still easy to talk to. Tim was finding that a pleasant rediscovery when the doorbell rang. The others had come.
It was a pleasant evening. The caterers had done their job well, so there was no trouble with the food, even without George to help. Tim relaxed and found he was having fun.
They listened.
They never had before. They listened as Tim told them how it had been: the cold, dark hours of watching, of studying star patterns, of keeping the log; of endless hours poring over photographs; all with no result except the joy of knowing the universe. And they listened. Even Greg, who usually made no secret of how he felt about rich men who didn’t pay proper attention to their money.
It was only a family gathering in Tim’s living room, but he was elated, and nervous, and quiveringly alert. He saw Barry’s smile and headshake and read Barry’s mind from that: What a way to spend a life! He’s actually envying me, Tim thought, and it was delicious. Tim glanced up to catch his sister watching with wry amusement. Jill had always been able to tell what Tim was thinking. He’d been closer to her than either had been to their brother Pat.
But it was Pat who trapped him behind the bar and wanted to talk.
“Like your place,” Pat said. “Mom doesn’t know what to make of it.” He tilted his head to indicate where their mother was wandering around the room, looking at gadgets. At the moment she was fascinated by the Kalliroscope’s random and strange patterns. “Bet I know what she’s thinking. Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Bring girls here. Have wild parties.”
“None of your goddamn business.”
Pat shrugged. “Too bad. Man, there are times when I wish I… to hell with it. But you really ought to take advantage. You won’t have forever. Mom will have her way.”
“Sure,” Tim said. Why the hell did Pat have to bring that up? His mother would, before the night was over. Timmy, why aren’t you married yet?
One day I’ll answer, Tim told himself. One day I’ll say it. “Because every time I find a girl I think I could live with, you scare her spitless and she runs away, that’s why.”
“I’m still hungry,” Penelope Joyce announced.
“Good Lord.” Jill patted her stomach. “Where do you put it? I want your secret. Only don’t tell me it’s your clothes. Greg says we can’t afford your creations.”
Penelope took Tim’s hand. “Come on, show me where the popcorn is. I’ll shake. You get the bowls.”
“But—”
“They’ll find their own drinks.” She led him to the kitchen. “Let them talk about you while you’re out here. They’ll admire you even more. After all, you’re the star tonight.”
“Think so?” He looked into her eyes. “I can never tell when you’re putting me on.”
“There’s luck. Where’s the butter?”
The show was great. Tim knew that when he saw his family watching it, watching him on television.
Randall had gone all over the world, showing amateur astronomers staring at the sky. “Most comets are discovered by amateurs,” Randall said. “The public rarely appreciates how much these skywatchers aid the big observatories. Of course, some amateurs aren’t amateur at all.” The scene cut to Tim Hamner showing off his mountain observatory, and his assistant, Marty, demonstrating equipment. Tim had thought the sequence would be too short, but when he watched his family watching him and it ended with them eager for more he realized that Harv Randall had been right. Always leave them wanting a little more…
“And,” Randall’s voice said, “some are more amateur than others.” The camera zoomed in on a smiling teen-age boy with a telescope. The instrument looked competent, but it was obviously home-built. “Gavin Brown, of Centerville, Iowa. Gavin, how did you happen to be looking for comets at the right time and place?”
“I wasn’t.” Brown’s voice was not pleasant. He was young, and shy, and he talked too loud. “I made some adjustments to the setting circles because I wanted to look at Mercury in the daytime, only you have to have everything adjusted right to find Mercury because it’s so close to the Sun, and—”
“So you found Hamner-Brown by accident,” Harvey Randall said.
Greg McCleve laughed. Jill gave her husband a sharp look.
“Tell me, Gavin,” Randall said. “Since you didn’t see the comet until well after Mr. Hamner did, but you reported it almost at the same instant — how did you know it was a new comet?”
“It was something that didn’t belong there.”
“You mean you know everything that does belong there?” Randall said. The screen showed a photograph of the sky around Hamner-Brown. It was full of stars.
“Sure. Doesn’t everybody?”
“He does, too,” Tim said. “He stayed here a week, and I swear, he can draw star maps from memory.”
“He stayed here?” Tim’s mother asked.
“Sure. In the spare room.”
“Oh.” Tim’s mother stared very hard at the set.
“Where’s George tonight?” Jill asked. “Another date? Mother, did you know that Tim’s houseboy has been dating Linda Gillray?”
“Pass the popcorn,” Penelope Joyce said. “Where is Brown now, Tim?”
“Back in Iowa.”
“Those commercials sell much soap?” Greg asked. He pointed at the set.
“Kalva does all right,” Tim said. “Twenty-six point four percent of the market last year—”
“Jeez, they must be better than I thought,” Greg said. “Who’s your advertising man?”