Tebbel reddened slightly. "You just want to argue," he grated. "I like coloured people. I was raised with them."
I heard Peaches whisper, "Now if he says he had an old black mammy, I"ll--I"ll------" She choked.
"Who the h.e.l.l gives a d.a.m.n whether you like coloured people or not?" I said.
Conway gave me a half smile and Bessie said, "You tell "im!"
"These d.a.m.n fascists come over here and the first thing they start campaigning against is the Jews," Ben began, but Tebbel cut him off.
"I"m Irish," he stated hotly. "n.o.body in the world is any more anti-fascist than the Irish."
"All you foreigners--" Ben started again, but Tebbel cut him off again: "Who"s a foreigner? I"m a hundred per cent. American. My grandfather fought in the Civil War."
"On which side?" Zula Mae asked.
I cut out. I"d listened all I could.
It was pulling at me, eating into me, to go find Madge. The weight of chagrin was still in my mind; the thought of having been a fool gnawed at me. _Read and run, n.i.g.g.e.r_.. . . I knew it was time to run. I glanced at my watch, saw that it was a little after nine, went down on the yard, and found a phone booth and called Alice. I didn"t know what I was going to say to her-- I couldn"t think about her straight--but I had to hear her voice. Had to know that she was there; had to lean on her for a moment until I got myself steadied.
Some smooth-voiced chick answered the phone and said that Miss Harrison had a conference the first thing that morning; would I leave my number and have her call me back when she was free.
I said, "I"ll call again."
I felt let down and a little scared. A truck rumbled by, almost hit me. I jumped back out of the way, stumbled over a six-inch pipe bend, sat down on a greasy spot of concrete. Killing myself already, I thought wryly; got up and started over to Mac"s office. I"d quit, get cleared, and get the h.e.l.l away. But I stopped with my hand on the door, turned around, and went back. Ijust couldn"t leave it like that; !just couldn"t do it.
I looked around for Don and saw him ducking through the access hole so I started after him. I knew I didn"t want to see him but in the back of my mind I figured if I walked along with him he might accidentally lead me to Madge, and I wouldn"t be seeking her deliberately.
He"d stopped outside in the companionway to bull with a guy and when I came up he looked around at me and they both stopped talking. The other guy went back to work and Don and I walked off a piece.
"You look as if you made a night of it," he said.
"Killed myself," I managed to say. "I started off tryna kill my grief but I went along too." I knew it sounded corny but it was the best I could do.
"Your girl friend looks as if she had a night of it too," he said casually.
"You seen her?" I asked quickly. The words popped out of my mouth so fast I couldn"t stop them.
Don blinked. "Haven"t you?" he countered.
I realized that he"d tricked me, but I tried to laugh it off anyway. "We musta been drinking the same stuff--hula."
He gave that slight smile. "How"d you make out?"
I tried to look innocent. "Are you kidding?"
Then she walked straight into us. Her hood was kicked back on her head, making her taller than either of us, and her shoulders were held high and square. Her face seemed slightly swollen on the left side and there were deep dark circles underneath her eyes which the heavy coating of powder couldn"t hide. There was a hard savage glint in her eyes and her mouth was spread, squarish at the corners in a hard brutal set. She didn"t look whorish now; she looked plain mean.
She stared at me, stared right through me as ill wasn"t there, didn"t give a flicker of recognition. Then she turned toward Don and came into him like a prize fighter.
"d.a.m.n you, Don, can"t you get me some good sticks?" she said in a flat grating voice. "They got a new n.i.g.g.e.r in the tool crib now and she don"t know her a.s.s from a hole in the ground."
Don blinked. Neither of them looked at me. All three of us knew she didn"t care about the rods; she just wanted to call me a n.i.g.g.e.r and took that way to do it.
"What are you doing down here?" Don asked her.
"I"m looking for you," she grated.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a soft baiting voice.
Red came up in her face like a sunrise. "What in the h.e.l.l do you mean, am I sure?"
"I mean I"m not your leaderman," he said evenly. "I don"t have anything to do with the kind of rods they give out. Why don"t you see your own leaderman?"
"Well, it"s your job that"s gotta be done," she snarled. "And if these tacks don"t hold, just blame that n.i.g.g.e.r in the tool crib."
I started to call her on it then. But I knew she was raking me through Don and if I said anything to her she"d have jumped red raving.
But Don did it his way. "How"d you make out last night?" he asked.
She had started away, now she wheeled back, but her gaze sought me first, slashed at me, then pinned on him. "Now what the h.e.l.l do you mean?"
"You told me you were going out with a new boy friend," he said. "Remember? I was just wondering what kind of a guy he turned out to be."
"I didn"t tell you any such a G.o.dd.a.m.ned thing," she stormed.
He blinked again, his eyes giving off sparks behind his rimless spectacles, then spread his hands. "All right, it wasn"t you. It must have been somebody else. I just drove by your place early this morning and thought I saw you getting out of a car."
I jerked around to look at him. She gave me another quick killing look, then levelled a furious challenging stare on his benign face. "You better mind your own G.o.dd.a.m.n business, tha.s.s what! You just better!" she whispered savagely, turned, and stalked off.
My eyes grew narrow and feverish. It crowded back into me--to go get her, to have it out.
Don said, "She"s touchy today, isn"t she?" looking at me. I was embarra.s.sed under his scrutiny, didn"t understand his game. Right then I didn"t care. I just wanted to get away from him.
"See you, Papa," I said as lightly as I could and walked off before he could stop me.
I went back to the booth and called Alice again. This time I got her. "It"s Bob, baby," I said, swallowing. "Look, if I pick you up in about an hour, can I take you to lunch?"
"Where are you now?" she asked.
"Oh, I"m on the job," I said. "But I"m going to check out in a few minutes. I want to talk to you."
There was a long pause and when she spoke again her voice sounded distant. "What can we possibly talk about, Bob, that we haven"t talked about before? You reject everything I say to you. All we do is quarrel."
The receiver got so heavy I could hardly hold it. "Okay, baby," I said. "I"ll see you."
I hung up, went back out on the yard, stood for a long time in the hot sunshine. Beyond was the road leading down to the outfitting dock, flanked by the various shops, dropping off in the blue-grey stretch of the harbour. Off to the left was a row of hulls in various stages of erection, s.p.a.ced apart by the craneways. Cranes were silhouetted against the sky like long-legged, one-armed spiders, swinging shapes and plates aboard. Over there the workers walked with care. Everywhere was the hustle and bustle of moving busy workers, trucks, plate lifts, yard cranes, electric mules, the blue flashes of arc welders, brighter than the noonday sun. And the noise, always loud, unabating, ear-splitting. I loved it like my first love.
But now I was cutting out, I told myself. Atlas wasn"t for me any more. I was getting the h.e.l.l out of L.A. Away from Alice too. Going to "Frisco, maybe. Las Vegas. Somewhere. I shook my head. G.o.dd.a.m.nit, maybe she just don"t know how much I need her, I thought. Maybe she thought it was easy for me to do the things she wanted. Maybe it was easy to some folks, I thought. But not to me. I"d already read and I was running. Read and run, n.i.g.g.e.r.
But when I started moving again I knew I was looking for Madge. I went up to the fourth deck first, found the team she"d been working with, but she was nowhere in sight. I searched the ship from fore to aft, from the superstructure down to the flat keel, but I didn"t find her. I went out on the dock, walked down to the water, looked out across the harbour. But I couldn"t stand still; I felt as if a thousand things were tearing at me, puffing at me. My feet felt weighted, my mouth sour. My coveralls chafed. My jacket was hot. I peeled it off, unb.u.t.toned the top b.u.t.tons of my coveralls, kicked my hat back from my eyes, dug a cigarette from a squashed pack and lit it.
Then I started looking for her again, with seven devils beating in my head. I just couldn"t help it. I had to talk to her. Had to get it out my system and all of Texas wasn"t going to stop me.
I had to do something to bring her down, to hurt her in some kind of way, humiliate her, make a fool out of her like I"d made out of myself, or I just wouldn"t be able to keep out of trouble, I knew. I wouldn"t be able to think straight about Alice either, after she"d gone out with Leighton last night.
So I climbed back to the weather deck and started off again. My head felt swollen; heat was growing in my brain. Somebody slapped me on the back. I jumped a good six feet, whirled with my dukes up.
Herbie Frieberger said in his loud jubilant voice, "Jesus Christ, you"re jumpy. What the h.e.l.l"s the matter with you?"
"Man, G.o.dd.a.m.nit, are you fighting or playing?" I said. "How many bowls of Wheaties did you eat this morning?"
He looked aggrieved. "I"ve been looking for you all morning to get that grievance, fellow. Jesus Christ, is this all the thanks I get?"
"I haven"t got any grievance," I grated.
He looked blank. "What about what we were talking about?" He frowned. "Don"t you remember? I told you to write out the grievance and give it to me and I"d present it before the executive board."
I tried to quiet my nerves and be pleasant. But it was no go. "Look, Herbie," I said. "I"m not gonna make any grievance. I"m gonna let it go." My voice was raw and shaky; all of a sudden I felt sick.
"But I thought you wanted--" he began.
I cut him off. "All I want is peace," I said. I was tired, tired, tired. "Just peace, Herbie. Is that too hard for you to understand?"
Herbie looked at me for a long moment. "You"re lucky you"re not a Jew," he said.
CHAPTER XIX.
When one of Kelly"s flunkeys came up at about a quarter of twelve and said there was a call for me, all I thought was, Please just let it be Alice. I held my breath all the way down to the tool crib, and when the girl gave me a different number to call I went dead inside. For an instant I started not to call it, then I went ahead on the off-chance.
"Alice?"
When I heard her voice, light and gay, "Darling, I"ve changed my mind again. Isn"t that just like a woman?" I let my breath out in a long soft sigh and felt the life come back into me.
"My luck is really getting good," I said. "This is the very first time a woman"s prerogative has ever worked in my favour."
"There"s no such thing as luck," she teased. "It"s only the correct application of effort, energy, evaluation--"
"And eccentricity," I supplied, laughing. "Do you know you"ve just won the Robert Jones medal for distinguished service?"
"And by what action, General Jones? Certainly not merely because I am exceedingly glamorous, talented, intelligent, wealthy, famous, and unattached?"
I laughed again. She was determined to keep the mood light, and that was fine by me. "I"ll just keep my medal, baby, and give myself instead," I said, then asked, "Do you have your car?"
"I"m at the parking lot now. I decided at the last moment that I couldn"t live without you."
"You sound groovy," I said, then, "Listen, you know the drive-in out on Avalon just beyond the riding academy? I"ll meet you there in half an hour."
"I"ll be there, darling."
I never knew until that moment just how much she meant to me. It really built me up, made me feel wanted again, important too. A guy just had to feel important to somebody, even if only to himself. A woman"s a wonderful thing, I thought--when you love her.
On the way out I pa.s.sed Kelly and gave him a broad wink, laughed out loud at the startled look that popped on his face.
The noon whistle blew as I was weaving my way through the machine shop and I joined the densely packed, gouging, pushing, fighting crush leaving the ship, stepping on one another"s feet, ramming the edges of our hard hats into one another"s eyes. But it didn"t bother me; I felt at peace with everybody. Anyway, I never minded the scramble nor the hard, hurried push, liked it, in fact.
I went over to Mac"s office, told Marguerite I had an appointment with the dentist, and had her write me out a two-hour pa.s.s. The gatekeeper asked sourly when did I work; and I told him executives never worked, he should know that. When I opened the door of my car heat rolled out as from a furnace. I had to open all the doors and stand there for a moment until it aired. Then I got in, squirmed down in the soft springy seat, and felt good all over.
Traffic was loose on the harbour road, making driving friendly, but the big Diesel trailers, long as freight cars, hogged the road in pa.s.sing. The hot dry air was filled with motor smell, pungent, tantalizing; it poured in through the open windows over me, making me want to just squat on the highway and drive a thousand miles.
The vertical sun had a hard California brilliance, powderwhite and eye-searing. When I reached into the glove compartment for my sungla.s.ses I felt the gun I"d put there Monday to kill Johnny Stoddart. I jerked my hand back as if I"d touched death, felt the shock run clear down into my soul. To realize that I"d. been so close to murder, now that things had begun to look up, disturbed me more than anything that had ever happened to me in all my life and choked me up again with the old scared feeling. I knew I"d been pushed, but it really jarred me to know that I"d been pushed that far. It gave me a funny feeling of having been drawn outside of myself, of having been goaded beyond my own control. Now I could understand something of Alice"s reactions--she must have seen the trouble in me.
But the day wouldn"t hold it, cleared it from my mind. It was California on parade, one of those days that relax you like a light ma.s.sage. If your thoughts will free you, a day like that will make you new. I began feeling excited about seeing Alice-- more excited than I"d ever been before. I knew she"d never have called me back if she hadn"t really cared. I got something of the same thrill I got the first time I ever dated a girl--a live, tingling expectancy.
What I needed was to marry her, I thought. To settle down before they settled me--in San Quentin or some place. Then I got a strange yearning to have some children--two boys and two girls. I"d never thought seriously about children before, not about having any of my own; and now suddenly I wanted some, wanted the responsibility of raising them, supporting them, educating them; wanted to watch them grow. The girls would certainly have to look like Alice; if they didn"t I"d never forgive myself.
Then I had to laugh. It must be the heat, I thought deprecatingly. Or maybe the gas fumes were making me high. Me, a papa. I"d make one h.e.l.l of a papa, I thought; every time I came home late my children would wonder whether the white folks had killed their papa at last.
But it wasn"t such a crazy dream. It was just that I"d never felt any stability, had never really felt confident that the white folks would let me have the next day coming up. And since I"d begun earning enough money to live my own life I hadn"t felt that my life belonged to me. Any moment the white folks might ask me to check it in.
A guy couldn"t live like that, I knew. I couldn"t, anyway. There wasn"t enough of me; there wasn"t enough of any man, just by himself. And as long as I was black I"d never be anything but half a man at best. I knew I had to get an anchor and hang on or I"d really be gone with the wind, as the good Southern lady said. I knew I"d have to give in, to both Alice and the white folks; but I didn"t mind that now. Because now I knew I had to duck or get my G.o.dd.a.m.n brains knocked out. That much I"d learned since Monday morning. Death had been right on top of me and I hadn"t even realized it.
I spotted Alice"s maroon Olds two-door sedan as I drove up, spic and span and freshly Simonized, in the circle of cars about the place, so I parked in the lot to one side and walked over. It was a typical southern California drive-in, a circular gla.s.senclosed building shining with chrome tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs with a counter inside and cars parked spokewise outside. Pretty girls in very brief red and gold costumes like those of ballet dancers, showing a lot of leg and thigh in the hopes they might be "discovered" by some Hollywood talent scout, scampered in and out, waiting on the customers.
Alice had been watching through the rear-view mirror, and when she saw me coming around the back of the car she turned and smiled. She had on a beige gabardine dress, open at the throat, and tortoisesh.e.l.l sungla.s.ses; and her hair was loose and windblown, falling all over her shoulders. She looked fresh and feminine, a chick you"d be proud of anywhere, and her smile was wide and warm.
"Hi, darling," she greeted, leaning over to open the door. "You look like a worker in a ClO win-the-war poster." Her voice was low and mellow, but there was an intimacy in it that made me the one and only.
I climbed in beside her, laughing; pulled shut the door. "I"m the twelve million black faces," I said.
She took off her sungla.s.ses and set up her mouth. "Let me kiss one of your faces."
"I didn"t bring but this one." I tossed my hard hat on the back seat, leaned over, and kissed her lightly. "You taste good."
She gave a girlish giggle. "I bet I"d be delicious with cold beer."
"Unh-unh, you"re more the sparkling burgundy type," I contradicted.
She curled up in her corner of the seat and drew her legs beneath her. "I have such a rotten disposition I doubt if I"d be palatable," she said with mock ruefulness.
I had to laugh out loud. I"d never seen her in just that mood before, gay and whimsical, so completely cut loose from her social worker"s att.i.tude. But I liked it.