For all that, though, there was the puzzling matter of Jerry Mulcahey. Troupe life all boiled down to Mulcahey in the end, because any Trouper who didn’t fear, love, and worship the guy would obviously get their walking papers in short order. Alex still wasn’t too sure about Mulcahey’s real motives. Mulcahey was a genuinely twisted individual. Alex had been watching Mulcahey closely, and he was pretty sure of two things: (A) Mulcahey was genuinely possessed of some kind of genius, and (B) Mulcahey didn’t have much idea what the hell money was. When he and Juanita were face-to-face in public, Mulcahey would treat her with odd archaic courtliness: he let her sit down first at the campfire, he’d help her to her feet after, he wouldn’t eat until she’d started eating, that sort of thing. Neither of them ever made a big deal of these silent little courtesies, but Mulcahey rarely missed a chance to do them.