"Sounds pretty rugged."
"Well, you can always join the Ladies" Club and collect junk. There"s a hot pastime."
"I might have trouble getting past the credentials committee."
"I bet you wouldn"t if you approached "em one at a time. Meow."
"What a way to talk about the Ladies!"
"They"re a bunch of dears."
I put my gla.s.s on the coffee table and walked over to the front window to look out through the Venetian blind. The house across the street was a little further up and you couldn"t see it from here.
"Which one of "em lives over there?" I asked.
"Mrs. Gross. She"s the one with fourteen eyes and party-line ears."
She put her gla.s.s down and walked over and stood close to me. "Well, what do you think of the view?"
I turned, and we were staring at each other again. "It"s better all the time."
"Oh, I meant to ask you. Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"No," I said. "I could find it in the dark."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
I put a hand behind her neck and then brought it up in back of the ash-blonde curls, holding it there and pulling her face against mine, hard, as I kissed her. Her mouth was soft and moist, and she came to me like a dachshund jumping into your lap. In a minute she turned her face aside and pushed back.
"You"d better get out."
"Like h.e.l.l."
"I thought you told me you"d lived in a small town."
"What of it?"
"Don"t you think that old witch over there watched you drive in here? And she"s watching right now, waiting for you to leave."
I tried to take hold of her again, but she moved back, pushing at my arms. "Harry, get out!"
I could see she meant it, and somehow I had sense enough to realize she was right. There was no use asking for trouble.
"All right," I said. "But don"t think you can tease me. I"ll be back."
She didn"t say anything.
"Well?"
Her face was sullen. "Well?" she said.
I picked up my car at the lot and drove over to the rooming house. After standing under the shower a long time, I changed into slacks and T-shirt and drove down to Main. It was dusk now, with heat lying motionless and sticky in the streets, and bugs danced through the beams of weaving headlights. It was hard finding a parking place, but I finally beat two other cars to one in front of the bank and sat there for a while trying to push the sultry weights of Dolores Harshaw off my mind. She was dangerous in a town like this. The h.e.l.l with her; I wouldn"t go back. But wouldn"t I? What about later on? Keeping the thought of her out of that bleak hotbox of a room was going to be like trying to dam a river with a tennis racket.
I shook my head irritably, and stared at the bank. A light was burning over the vault in the rear, and I could see the layout of the whole room through the gla.s.s doors in front of me. The over-all depth would be about fifty feet, and the side door which came in off the cross street was well back, not over twenty feet this side of the vault and the door which probably led into a washroom or closet of some kind. I turned my head and tried to picture about where the old Taylor building would be from here. Down one block, I thought, and two to the right, which would put it diagonally in front of the bank. That was about right. About right for what? I cursed and threw away the cigarette I was smoking and got out to stand on the sidewalk.
I was too restless and irritable to think of eating, so I started walking aimlessly up the sidewalk through the crowd. Up in the next block I went past the drugstore and as I glanced in through the window I saw Gloria Harper in front of the magazine racks. Without stopping to wonder why, I opened the screen door and went in.
She was still absorbed in the magazines and didn"t see me.
"h.e.l.lo," I said.
She glanced up abruptly. "Oh, h.e.l.lo, Mr. Madox." She didn"t smile, but there was nothing unfriendly in the way she looked at me.
"How about a soda?"
She considered it thoughtfully. "Why, yes. Thank you."
She paid the clerk for the magazine and we went back to one of the booths across from the fountain.
"First," I said, "I"m sorry about the other day. I must have had the book open at the wrong place."
The violet eyes glanced up at me, and then became confused and looked away. "It"s all right," she said.
"Then you"re not mad at me?"
She shook her head. "Not any more."
"That"s fine," I said. "Now we can start even again. Next time I"ll read the instructions on the bottle. What do you do around here on Sat.u.r.day nights?"
"Not much. There"s just the movie. And sometimes a dance, but not this week."
"How about going swimming, then?"
"I"d like to, but I couldn"t tonight. I"m baby-sitting."
"You must be a big operator, with two jobs. What"re you trying to do, get rich?"
"No, it"s just in the family. I"m staying with my sister"s little girl so she and her husband can go to the movies."
"Oh. Well, I"ll drive you out there."
"It"s only five or six blocks."
"I"ll drive you anyway."
She smiled. "Well, all right. Thank you."
I watched her while she finished the soda, thinking of that odd gravity about everything she did, and the way she always said "Thank you," instead of just "Thanks." A sweet kid from a nice family, you"d say; probably teaches a Sunday-school cla.s.s and goes steady with some guy in his last year at law school. The only hitch was-where did Sutton fit in? How about the way he"d looked at her, with that secret and very dirty joke of his? It was impossible, and still there it was.
She told me how to get there and we drove out Main, going north past the used-car lot. I asked her a little about herself, and she told me she"d lived around here most of her life except for a couple of years away at school. Her mother and father had moved to California and she was living with her sister and brother-in-law. I slipped over a couple of oblique questions, looking for a steady boy friend, but she let them slide off without saying one way or the other. She didn"t wear any engagement ring, though. I looked.
It was a small white house on a graveled side street, complete with a white picket fence and a young tree in the yard. "Won"t you come in?" she asked.
Why not? "Sure," I said. "Thanks."
There were no street lights, but the moon was waxing, and higher now, and I could see the dark shadow of vines growing along the fence and over the porch. The air was heavy and sweet with something I hadn"t smelled for a long time, and after the second breath I knew it was honeysuckle. To make it perfect, I thought, the gate should drag a little and need to be listed to open it. It did.
All the lights were off and they were sitting on the porch steps. When they saw there was somebody with her, they reached inside the front door and turned on the porch light. The sister was a slightly older version of Gloria, a little heavier, maybe, and having gray eyes instead of the startling violet. They were friendly, but a little embarra.s.sed, like people who didn"t get around very much. Gloria introduced me. His name was Robinson, and he was a slightly built man around my age with thinning yellow hair and rimless gla.s.ses.
"Mr. Madox is the new salesman at the lot," Gloria said.
"And apprentice baby-sitter," I added, clowning a little to break the ice. We shook hands.
"Well, you don"t look as if they could overpower you," he said, and grinned.
As they went out the gate Mrs. Robinson called back, "Make Mr. Madox some lemonade, Gloria."
"Thanks," I said. "We just had a soda."
I didn"t notice the child until they had gone. She was maybe two or four years old or something like that, curled up in a long nightgown in the porch swing, a golden-haired girl with big saucer eyes. The whole place, I thought, is as blonde as an old-country smorgasbord.
"This is Gloria Two," she said. "And this gentleman is Mr. Madox, honey-lamb."
I never know what to say to kids. That itchy-kitchy-coo stuff makes me as sick as it probably makes them, so I just said, "How do you do?" Surprisingly, she stared back at me as gravely as her aunt and said, "How do you do?"
Then I thought of the funny name. "Gloria Two?" I asked.
Gloria Harper smiled. "They named her after me. And then when I came to live here it was a little confusing. Mostly we just call her "Honey.""
"Isn"t that confusing too?" I asked.
She stopped smiling. "Why?"
"Doesn"t anybody call you that?"
"No."
"They should. It"s the color of your hair."
She shook her head. "It"s just sunburned."
She took Gloria Two inside to put her to bed. When she came back I was admiring the water colors on the walls in the living room. I recognized one of them as being the wooden bridge over the river, the one we"d crossed going out to the oil well.
"They"re good," I said. "Did you do them?"
She nodded. "I don"t have much talent, but it"s fun."
"I like them."
"Thank you," she said.
We went out and sat down on the porch with our feet on the steps. A c.o.c.ker spaniel came around the corner, looked me over, and jumped into the porch swing. I handed Gloria a cigarette and we smoked, not saying much. The honeysuckle vines looked like patent leather in the moonlight and the night was heavy with their perfume.
"It"s pretty, isn"t it?" she asked quietly. "Sometimes when it"s quiet like this you can hear the whip-poor-wills."
We listened for them and it was very still now, but we didn"t hear any. "Well," she said. "They"re kind of sad anyway."
"They"re an echo or something. I think the ones you hear have been dead for a thousand years or so."
She turned her head and looked at me. "Yes. I never thought of it before, but that"s the way they are."
Her eyes were large, and they looked black here in the shadows. "You"re very pretty," I said.
"Thank you. But it"s just the moonlight."
"No," I said. "I wasn"t talking about the lighting." She didn"t say anything. I snapped the cigarette and it sailed across the fence. "Look," I said. "What"s with Sutton?"
You could see her tighten up. She was there, and then she was going away. "I don"t know what you mean."
"Well, I guess it isn"t any of my business."
"Please-" Her voice was strung out tight and she was unhappy and scared of something. "It"s-You"re just imagining things, Mr. Madox."
I started to say something, but just then a car pulled up in front of the gate and stopped. A boy in white slacks got out and came up the walk. He was about twenty-one and his name was Eddie Something and he was home from school for the summer. The three of us sat on the steps and talked for a while, about how hot it was and about school and about how many of them were going right into the Army.
"What outfit were you in, Mr. Madox?" Eddie Something asked.
"Navy. I got out on a medical and went into the merchant marines." I thought of the "Mr. Madox" and the fact that we were talking about two armies ten years apart. What was I doing here, talking to these kids? Getting off the steps, I flipped the cigarette away and said, "Well, I"ll see you around."
"You don"t have to go, do you?" Gloria asked.
"Yeah," I said. I went out and got in the car and rammed it towards the highway, full of a black restlessness and angry at everything. Driving around didn"t do any good. I drove out to the river and went swimming, and when I came back to town it was still only ten o"clock. The rooming house was thunderously silent. Even the old couple in the next room had gone somewhere. I mopped the sweat off my face and tried to sit still on the bed.
Well? she said. She sat on the chair with her legs stretched out and the toes of the wedgies touching and stared at me, sulky-eyed, over ripe, and spoiling, and said, she said. She sat on the chair with her legs stretched out and the toes of the wedgies touching and stared at me, sulky-eyed, over ripe, and spoiling, and said, Well? Well?
Well?
Everything was distorted perhaps because of the moonlight. Shadows were swollen and dead black and nothing looked the same as it did in the day. The filling station was a hot oasis of light, but I was behind it, walking fast along the alley. Beyond it I crossed the road and went into the trees. I pushed through the oleander hedge and stood for a moment in its shadow, looking at the house and the lawn. The only car in the drive was the Buick coupe, right where I"d left it, and all the windows in the house were dark. I went up the porch.
The screen door was unlatched.
A little light came in through the Venetian blinds in the living room. There was no one in it. I located the stairs and went up. The short hallway at the top had two doors in it and a window at the end. One of the doors was open.
She was lying on the bed next to a window looking out over the back yard. From the waist up she was in deep shadow, but moonlight slanted in across the bottom of the bed and I could see the gleam of that tiny chain around her "Harry," she said, her voice a little thick with the whisky. "You found the way, didn"t you?"
What"s so wonderful about it? I thought. Dogs do.