"You knew my son?"
"Only slightly."
"He was a fine child. We wanted or rather, I wanted to enter him in the Cow and Gate Baby Contest. But Sheila didn"t care for the idea."
I could find nothing to say.
"When he was four he used to sing, you know. All sorts of songs. In English and Hindi. You know that song I"ll Be Seeing You?"
I nodded.
"He used to sing that through and through. He had picked up all the words. Where from I don"t know, but he"d picked them up. And even now I don"t know half the words myself. He was like that. Quick. And do you know the last words he said to me were "I"ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places"? When Sheila heard that he was dead she looked at me and began to cry. "I"ll be seeing you," she said."
I didn"t look at him.
"It makes you think, doesn"t it? Makes you think about life. Here today. Gone tomorrow. It makes you think about life and death, doesn"t it? But here I go, philosophizing again. Why don"t you start giving lessons to children?" he asked me abruptly. "You could make tons of money that way. I know a boy who"s making fifty dollars a month by giving lessons one afternoon a week."
"I am busy with my exams."
He paid no attention. "Tell me, have you seen the pictures we took of Ravi last Carnival?"
I hadn"t the heart to say yes.
"Soomin," he called, "bring the photograph alb.u.m."
1950.
5 THE NIGHt.w.a.tCHMAN"S OCCURRENCE BOOK November 21. 10.30 p.m. C. A. Cavander takes over duty at C Hotel all corrected. Cesar Alwyn Cavander 7 a.m. C. A. Cavander hand over duty to Mr Vignales at C Hotel no report. Cesar Alwyn Cavander November 22. 10.30 p.m. C. A. Cavander take over duty at C Hotel no report. Cesar Alwyn Cavander 7 a.m. C. A. Cavander hand over duty to Mr Vignales at C Hotel all corrected. Cesar Alwyn Cavander This is the third occasion on which I have found C. A. Cavander, Night.w.a.tchman, asleep on duty. Last night, at 12.45 a.m., I found him sound asleep in a rocking chair in the hotel lounge. Night.w.a.tchman Cavander has therefore been dismissed.
Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard: This book is to be known in future as "The Night.w.a.tchman"s Occurrence Book". In it I shall expect to find a detailed account of everything that happens in the hotel tonight. Be warned by the example of ex-Night.w.a.tchman Cavander. W. A. G. Inskip, Manager Mr Manager, remarks noted. You have no worry where I am concern sir. Charles Ethelbert Hillyard, Night.w.a.tchman November 23. 11 p.m. Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard take over duty at C Hotel with one torch light 2 fridge keys and room keys 1, 3, 6, 10 and 13. Also 25 cartoons Carib Beer and 7 cartoons Heineken and 2 cartoons American cigarettes. Beer cartoons intact Bar intact all corrected no report. Charles Ethelbert Hillyard 7 a.m. Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard hand over duty to Mr Vignales at C Hotel with one torch light 2 fridge keys and room keys, 1, 3, 6, 10 and 13. 32 cartoons beer. Bar intact all corrected no report. Charles Ethelbert Hillyard Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard: Mr Wills complained bitterly to me this morning that last night he was denied entry to the bar by you. I wonder if you know exactly what the purpose of this hotel is. In future all hotel guests are to be allowed entry to the bar at whatever time they choose. It is your duty simply to note what they take. This is one reason why the hotel provides a certain number of beer cartons (please note the spelling of this word). W. A. G. Inskip Mr Manager, remarks noted. I sorry I didnt get the chance to take some education sir. Chas. Ethelbert Hillyard November 24. 11 p.m. N. W. Hillyard take over duty with one Torch, 1 Bar Key, 2 Fridge Keys, 32 cartons Beer, all intact. 12 Midnight Bar close and Barman left leaving Mr Wills and others in Bar, and they left at 1 a.m. Mr Wills took 16 Carib Beer, Mr Wilson 8, Mr Percy 8. At 2 a.m. Mr Wills come back in the bar and take Carib and some bread, he cut his hand trying to cut the bread, so please dont worry about the stains on the carpet sir. At 6 a.m. Mr Wills come back for some soda water. It didn"t have any so he take a ginger beer instead. Sir you see it is my intention to do this job good sir, I cant see how Night.w.a.tchman Cavander could fall asleep on this job sir. Chas. Ethelbert Hillyard You always seem sure of the time, and guests appear to be in the habit of entering the bar on the hour. You will kindly note the exact time. The clock from the kitchen is left on the window near the switches. You can use this clock but you MUST replace it every morning before you go off duty. W. A. G. Inskip Noted. Chas. Ethelbert Hillyard November 25. Midnight Bar close and 12.23 a.m. Barman left leaving Mr Wills and others in Bar. Mr Owen take bottles Carib, Mr Wilson 6 Bottles Heineken, Mr Wills 18 Carib and they left at 2.52 a.m. Nothing unusual. Mr Wills was helpless, I don"t see how anybody could drink so much, eighteen one man alone, this work enough to turn anybody Seventh Day Adventist, and another man come in the bar, I dont know his name, I hear they call him Paul, he a.s.sist me because the others couldn"t do much, and we take Mr Wills up to his room and take off his boots and slack his other clothes and then we left. Don"t know sir if they did take more while I was away, nothing was mark on the Pepsi Cola board, but they was drinking still, it look as if they come back and take some more, but with Mr Wills I want some extra a.s.sistance sir.
Mr Manager, the clock break I find it break when I come back from Mr Wills room sir. It stop 3.19 sir. Chas. E. Hillyard More than 2 lbs of veal were removed from the Fridge last night, and a cake that was left in the press was cut. It is your duty, Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard, to keep an eye on these things. I ought to warn you that I have also asked the Police to check on all employees leaving the hotel, to prevent such occurrences in the future. W. A. G. Inskip Mr Manager, I don"t know why people so anxious to blame servants sir. About the cake, the press lock at night and I dont have the key sir, everything safe where I am concern sir. Chas. Hillyard November 26. Midnight Bar close and Barman left. Mr Wills didn"t come, I hear he at the American base tonight, all quiet, nothing unusual.
Mr Manager, I request one thing. Please inform the Barman to let me know sir when there is a female guest in the hotel sir. C. E. Hillyard This morning I received a report from a guest that there were screams in the hotel during the night. You wrote All Quiet. Kindly explain in writing. W. A. G. Inskip Write Explanation here: EXPLANATION. Not long after midnight the telephone ring and a woman ask for Mr Jimminez. I try to tell her where he was but she say she cant hear properly. Fifteen minutes later she came in a car, she was looking vex and sleepy, and I went up to call him. The door was not lock, I went in and touch his foot and call him very soft, and he jump up and begin to shout. When he come to himself he said he had Night Mere, and then he come down and went away with the woman, was not necessary to mention.
Mr Manager, I request you again, please inform the Barman to let me know sir when there is a female guest in the hotel. C. Hillyard November 27. 1 a.m. Bar close, Mr Wills and a American 19 Carib and 2.30 a.m. a Police come and ask for Mr Wills, he say the American report that he was robbed of $200.00, he was last drinking at C with Mr Wills and others. Mr Wills and the Police ask to open the Bar to search it, I told them I cannot open the Bar for you like that, the Police must come with the Manager. Then the American say it was only joke he was joking, and they try to get the Police to laugh, but the Police looking the way I feeling. Then laughing Mr Wills left in a garage car as he couldn"t drive himself and the American was waiting outside and they both fall down as they was getting in the car, and Mr Wills saying any time you want a overdraft you just come to my bank kiddo. The Police left walking by himself. C. Hillyard Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard: "Was not necessary to mention"!! You are not to decide what is necessary to mention in this night.w.a.tchman"s occurrence book. Since when have you become sole owner of the hotel as to determine what is necessary to mention? If the guest did not mention it I would never have known that there were screams in the hotel during the night. Also will you kindly tell me who Mr Jimminez is? And what rooms he occupied or occupies? And by what right? You have been told by me personally that the names of all hotel guests are on the slate next to the light switches. If you find Mr Jimminez"s name on this slate, or could give me some information about him, I will be most warmly obliged to you. The lady you ask about is Mrs Roscoe, Room 12, as you very well know. It is your duty to see that guests are not pestered by unauthorized callers. You should give no information about guests to such people, and I would be glad if in future you could direct such callers straight to me. W. A. G. Inskip Sir was what I ask you two times, I dont know what sort of work I take up, I always believe that night.w.a.tchman work is a quiet work and I dont like meddling in white people business, but the gentleman occupy Room 12 also, was there that I went up to call him, I didn"t think it necessary to mention because was none of my business sir. C.E.H.
November 28. 12 Midnight Bar close and Barman left at 12.20 a.m. leaving Mr Wills and others, and they all left at 1.25 a.m. Mr Wills 8 Carib, Mr Wilson 12, Mr Percy 8, and the man they call Paul 12. Mrs Roscoe join the gentlemen at 12.33 a.m., four gins, everybody calling her Minnie from Trinidad, and then they start singing that song, and some others. Nothing unusual. Afterwards there were mild singing and guitar music in Room 12. A man come in and ask to use the phone at 2.17 a.m. and while he was using it about 7 men come in and wanted to beat him up, so he put down the phone and they all ran away. At 3 a.m. I notice the padlock not on the press, I look inside, no cake, but the padlock was not put on in the first place sir. Mr Wills come down again at 6 a.m. to look for his sweet, he look in the Fridge and did not see any. He took a piece of pineapple. A plate was covered in the Fridge, but it didn"t have anything in it. Mr Wills put it out, the cat jump on it and it fall down and break. The garage bulb not burning. C.E.H.
You will please sign your name at the bottom of your report. You are in the habit of writing Nothing Unusual. Please take note and think before making such a statement. I want to know what is meant by nothing unusual. I gather, not from you, needless to say, that the police have fallen into the habit of visiting the hotel at night. I would be most grateful to you if you could find the time to note the times of these visits. W. A. G. Inskip Sir, nothing unusual means everything usual. I dont know, nothing I writing you liking. I don"t know what sort of work this night.w.a.tchman work getting to be, since when people have to start getting Cambridge certificate to get night.w.a.tchman job, I ain"t educated and because of this everybody think they could insult me. Charles Ethelbert Hillyard November 29. Midnight Bar close and 12.15 Barman left leaving Mr Wills and Mrs Roscoe and others in the Bar. Mr Wills and Mrs Roscoe left at 12.30 a.m. leaving Mr Wilson and the man they call Paul, and they all left at 1.00 a.m. Twenty minutes to 2 Mr Wills and party return and left again at 5 to 3. At 3.45 Mr Wills return and take bread and milk and olives and cherries, he ask for nutmeg too, I said we had none, he drink 2 Carib, and left ten minutes later. He also collect Mrs Roscoe bag. All the drinks, except the 2 Carib, was taken by the man they call Paul. I don"t know sir I don"t like this sort of work, you better hire a night barman. At 5.30 Mrs Roscoe and the man they call Paul come back to the bar, they was having a quarrel, Mr Paul saying you make me sick, Mrs Roscoe saying I feel sick, and then she vomit all over the floor, shouting I didn"t want that d.a.m.ned milk. I was cleaning up when Mr Wills come down to ask for soda water, we got to lay in more soda for Mr Wills but I need extra a.s.sistance with Mr Wills Paul and party sir.
The police come at 2, 3.48 and 4.52. They sit down in the bar a long time. Firearms discharge 2 times in the back yard. Detective making inquiries. I don"t know sir, I thinking it would be better for me to go back to some other sort of job. At 3 I hear somebody shout Thief, and I see a man running out of the back, and Mr London, Room 9, say he miss 80 cents and a pack of cigarettes which was on his dressing case. I don"t know when the people in this place does sleep. Chas. Ethelbert Hillyard Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard: A lot more than 80 cents was stolen. Several rooms were in fact entered during the night, including my own. You are employed to prevent such things occurring. Your interest in the morals of our guests seems to be distracting your attention from your duties. Save your preaching for your roadside prayer meetings. Mr Pick, Room 7, reports that in spite of the most pressing and repeated requests, you did not awaken him at 5. He has missed his plane to British Guiana as a result. No newspapers were delivered to the rooms this morning. I am again notifying you that papers must be handed personally to Doorman Vignales. And the messenger"s bicycle, which I must remind you is the property of the hotel, has been damaged. What do you do at nights? W. A. G. Inskip Please don"t ask me sir.
Relating to the damaged bicycle: I left the bicycle the same place where I meet it, nothing took place so as to damage it. I always take care of all property sir. I dont know how you could think I have time to go out for bicycle rides. About the papers, sir, the police and them read it and leave them in such a state that I didn"t think it would be nice to give them to guests. I wake up Mr Pick, room 7, at 4.50 a.m., 5 a.m., 5.15 a.m. and 5.30. He told me to keep off, he would not get up, and one time he pelt a box of matches at me, matches scatter all over the place I always do everything to the best of my ability sir but G.o.d is my Witness I never find a night.w.a.tchman work like this, so much writing I dont have time to do anything else, I dont have four hands and six eyes and I want this extra a.s.sistance with Mr Wills and party sir. I am a poor man and you could abuse me, but you must not abuse my religion sir because the good Lord sees All and will have His revenge sir, I don"t know what sort of work and trouble I land myself in, all I want is a little quiet night work and all I getting is abuse. Chas. E. Hillyard November 30. 12.25 a.m. Bar close and Barman left 1.00 a.m. leaving Mr Wills and party in Bar. Mr Wills take 12 Carib Mr Wilson 6, Mr Percy 14. Mrs Roscoe five gins. At 1.30 a.m. Mrs Roscoe left and there were a little singing and mild guitar playing in Room 12. Nothing unusual. The police come at 1.35 and sit down in the bar for a time, not drinking, not talking, not doing anything except watching. At 1.45 the man they call Paul come in with Mr McPherson of the SS Naparoni, they was both falling down and laughing whenever anything break and the man they call Paul say Fireworks about to begin tell Minnie Malcolm coming the ship just dock. Mr Wills and party scatter leaving one or two bottles half empty and then the man they call Paul tell me to go up to Room 12 and tell Minnie Roscoe that Malcolm coming. I don"t know how people could behave so the thing enough to make anybody turn priest. I notice the padlock on the bar door break off it hanging on only by a little piece of wood. And when I went up to Room 12 and tell Mrs Roscoe that Malcolm coming the ship just dock the woman get sober straight away like she dont want to hear no more guitar music and she asking me where to hide where to go. I dont know, I feel the day of reckoning is at hand, but she not listening to what I saying, she busy straightening up the room one minute packing the next, and then she run out into the corridor and before I could stop she run straight down the back stairs to the annexe. And then 5 past 2, still in the corridor, I see a big man running up to me and he sober as a judge and he mad as a drunkard and he asking me where she is where she is. I ask whether he is a authorized caller, he say you don"t give me any of that c.r.a.p now, where she is, where she is. So remembering about the last time and Mr Jimminez I direct him to the manager office in the annexe. He hear a little scuffling inside Mr Inskip room and I make out Mr Inskip sleepy voice and Mrs Roscoe voice and the red man run inside and all I hearing for the next five minutes is bam bam bodow bodow bow and this woman screaming. I dont know what sort of work this night.w.a.tchman getting I want something quiet like the police. In time things quiet down and the red man drag Mrs Roscoe out of the annexe and they take a taxi, and the Police sitting down quiet in the bar. Then Mr Percy and the others come back one by one to the bar and they talking quiet and they not drinking and they left 3 a.m. 3.15 Mr Wills return and take one whisky and 2 Carib. He asked for pineapple or some sweet fruit but it had nothing.
6 a.m. Mr Wills came in the bar looking for soda but it aint have none. We have to get some soda for Mr Wills sir.
6.30 a.m. the papers come and I deliver them to Doorman Vignales at 7 a.m. Chas. Hillyard Mr Hillyard: In view of the unfortunate illness of Mr Inskip, I am temporarily in charge of the hotel. I trust you will continue to make your nightly reports, but I would be glad if you could keep your entries as brief as possible. Robt. Magnus, Acting Manager December 1. 10.30 p.m. C. E. Hillyard take over duty at C Hotel all corrected 12 Midnight Bar close 2 a.m. Mr Wills 2 Carib, 1 bread 6 a.m. Mr Wills 1 soda 7 a.m. Night.w.a.tchman Hillyard hand over duty to Mr Vignales with one torch light 2 Fridge keys and Room Keys 1, 3, 6 and 12. Bar intact all corrected no report. C.E.H.
1962.
6 THE ENEMY.
I HAD ALWAYS considered this woman, my mother, as the enemy. She was sure to misunderstand anything I did, and the time came when I thought she not only misunderstood me, but quite definitely disapproved of me. I was an only child, but for her I was one too many.
She hated my father, and even after he died she continued to hate him.
She would say, "Go ahead and do what you doing. You is your father child, you hear, not mine."
The real split between my mother and me happened not in Miguel Street, but in the country.
My mother had decided to leave my father, and she wanted to take me to her mother.
I refused to go.
My father was ill, and in bed. Besides, he had promised that if I stayed with him I was to have a whole box of crayons.
I chose the crayons and my father.
We were living at the time in Cunupia, where my father was a driver on the sugar estates. He wasn"t a slave-driver, but a driver of free people, but my father used to behave as though the people were slaves. He rode about the estates on a big clumsy brown horse, cracking his whip at the labourers and people said I really don"t believe this that he used to kick the labourers.
I don"t believe it because my father had lived all his life in Cunupia and he knew that you really couldn"t push the Cunupia people around. They are not tough people, but they think nothing of killing, and they are prepared to wait years for the chance to kill someone they don"t like. In fact, Cunupia and Tableland are the two parts of Trinidad where murders occur often enough to ensure quick promotion for the policemen stationed there.
At first we lived in the barracks, but then my father wanted to move to a little wooden house not far away.
My mother said, "You playing hero. Go and live in your house by yourself, you hear."
She was afraid, of course, but my father insisted. So we moved to the house, and then trouble really started.
A man came to the house one day about midday and said to my mother, "Where your husband?"
My mother said, "I don"t know."
The man was cleaning his teeth with a twig from a hibiscus plant. He spat and said, "It don"t matter. I have time. I could wait."
My mother said, "You ain"t doing nothing like that. I know what you thinking, but I have my sister coming here right now."
The man laughed and said, "I not doing anything. I just want to know when he coming home."
I began to cry in terror.
The man laughed.
My mother said, "Shut up this minute or I give you something really to cry about."
I went to another room and walked about saying, "Rama! Rama! Sita Rama!" This was what my father had told me to say when I was in danger of any sort.
I looked out of the window. It was bright daylight, and hot, and there was n.o.body else in all the wide world of bush and trees.
And then I saw my aunt walking up the road.
She came and she said, "Anything wrong with you here? I was at home just sitting quite quiet, and I suddenly feel that something was going wrong. I feel I had to come to see."
The man said, "Yes, I know the feeling."
My mother, who was being very brave all the time, began to cry.
But all this was only to frighten us, and we were certainly frightened. My father always afterwards took his gun with him, and my mother kept a sharpened cutla.s.s by her hand.
Then, at night, there used to be voices, sometimes from the road, sometimes from the bushes behind the house. The voices came from people who had lost their way and wanted lights, people who had come to tell my father that his sister had died suddenly in Debe, people who had come just to tell my father that there was a big fire at the sugar-mill. Sometimes there would be two or three of these voices, speaking from different directions, and we would sit awake in the dark house, just waiting, waiting for the voices to fall silent. And when they did fall silent it was even more terrible.
My father used to say, "They still outside. They want you to go out and look."
And at four or five o"clock when the morning light was coming up we would hear the tramp of feet in the bush, feet going away.
As soon as darkness fell we would lock ourselves up in the house, and wait. For days there would sometimes be nothing at all, and then we would hear them again.
My father brought home a dog one day. We called it Tarzan. He was more of a playful dog than a watch-dog, a big hairy brown dog, and I would ride on its back.
When evening came I said, "Tarzan coming in with us?"
He wasn"t. He remained whining outside the door, scratching it with his paws.
Tarzan didn"t last long.
One morning we found him hacked to pieces and flung on the top step.
We hadn"t heard any noise the night before.
My mother began to quarrel with my father, but my father was behaving as though he didn"t really care what happened to him or to any of us.
My mother used to say, "You playing brave. But bravery ain"t going to give any of us life, you hear. Let us leave this place."
My father began hanging up words of hope on the walls of the house, things from the Gita and the Bible, and sometimes things he had just made up.
He also lost his temper more often with my mother, and the time came when as soon as she entered a room he would scream and pelt things at her.
So she went back to her mother and I remained with my father.
During those days my father spent a lot of his time in bed, and so I had to lie down with him. For the first time I really talked to my father. He taught me three things.
The first was this.
"Boy," my father asked. "Who is your father?"
I said, "You is my father."
"Wrong."
"How that wrong?"
My father said, "You want to know who your father really is? G.o.d is your father."
"And what you is, then?"
"Me, what I is? I is let me see, well, I is just a second sort of father, not your real father."
This teaching was later to get me into trouble, particularly with my mother.
The second thing my father taught me was the law of gravity.
We were sitting on the edge of the bed, and he dropped the box of matches.
He asked, "Now, boy, tell me why the matches drop."
I said, "But they bound to drop. What you want them to do? Go sideways?"
My father said, "I will tell why they drop. They drop because of the laws of gravity."
And he showed me a trick. He half filled a bucket with water and spun the bucket fast over his shoulder.
He said, "Look, the water wouldn"t fall."
But it did. He got a soaking and the floor was wet.
He said, "It don"t matter. I just put too much water, that"s all. Look again."
The second time it worked.
The third thing my father taught me was the blending of colours. This was just a few days before he died. He was very ill, and he used to spend a lot of time shivering and mumbling; and even when he fell asleep I used to hear him groaning.
I remained with him on the bed most of the time.
He said to me one day, "You got the coloured pencils?"
I took them from under the pillow.
He said, "You want to see some magic?"
I said, "What, you know magic really?"
He took the yellow pencil and filled in a yellow square.
He asked, "Boy, what colour this is?"
I said, "Yellow."
He said, "Just pa.s.s me the blue pencil now, and shut your eyes tight tight."