For two days, Dorothy did not appear at the Paleys". The third morning, in an effort to fire her courage, she downed two double shots of V.O. before breakfast.
When she drove to the dumpheap, she told the two women that she had not been feeling well. But she had returned because she wanted to finish her study, as it was almost at an end and her superiors were anxious to get her report.
Paley, though he did not smile when he saw her, said nothing. However, he kept looking at her out of the corners of his eyes when he thought she was watching him. And though he took the hat in its cage with him, he sweated and shook as before while crossing the streets. Dorothy sat staring straight ahead, unresponding to the few remarks he did make. Finally, cursing under his breath, he abandoned his effort to work as usual and drove to the hidden garden.
"Here we are," he said. "Adam and Eve returnin to Eden."
He peered from beneath the bony ridges of his brows at the sky. "We better hurry in. Looks as if The Old Guy got up on the wrong side a the bed. There"s gonna be a storm."
"I"m not going in there with you," said Dorothy. "Not now or ever."
"Even after what we did, even if you said you loved me, I still make you sick?" he said. "You sure din"t act then like Old Ugly made you sick."
"I haven"t been able to sleep for two nights," she said tone-lessly. "I"ve asked myself a thousand times why I did it. And each time I could only tell myself I didn"t know. Something seemed to leap from you to me and take me over. I was powerless."
"You certainly wasn"t paralyzed," said Old Man, placing his hand on her knee.
"And if you was powerless, it was because you wanted to be."
"It"s no use talking," she said. "You"ll never get a chance again. And take your hand off me. It makes my flesh crawl."
He dropped his hand.
"All right. Back to business. Back to pickin people"s piles a junk. Let"s get out a here. Forget what I said. Forget this garden, too. Forget the secret I told you. Don"t tell n.o.body. The dumpheapers"d laugh at me. Imagine Old Man Paley, the one-armed candidate for the puzzle factory, the fugitive from the Old Stone Age, growin peonies and roses! Big laugh, huh?"
Dorothy did not reply. He started the truck and, as they emerged onto the alley, they saw the sun disappear behind the clouds. The rest of the day, it did not come out, and Old Man and Dorothy did not speak to each other.
As they were going down Route 24 after unloading at the junkdealer"s, they were stopped by a patrolman. He ticketed Paley for not having a chauffeur"s license and made Paley follow him downtown to court. There Old Man had to pay a fine of twenty-five dollars. This, to everybody"s amazement, he produced from his pocket.
As if that weren"t enough, he had to endure the jibes of the police and the courtroom loafers. Evidently he had appeared in the police station before and was known as King Kong, Alley Oop, or just plain Chimp. Old Man trembled, whether with suppressed rage or nervousness Dorothy could not tell. But later, as Dorothy drove him home, he almost frothed at the mouth in a tremendous outburst of rage. By the time they were within sight of his shanty, he was shouting that his life savings had been wiped out and that it was all a plot by the G"yaga to beat him down to starvation.
It was then that the truck"s motor died. Cursing, Old Man jerked the hood open so savagely that one rusty hinge broke. Further enraged by this, he tore the hood completely off and threw it away into the ditch by the roadside. Unable to find the cause of the breakdown, he took a hammer from the toolchest and began to beat the sides of the truck.
"I"ll make her go, go, go!" he shouted. "Or she"ll wish she had! Run, you b.i.t.c.h, purr, eat gasoline, rumble your d.a.m.n belly and eat gasoline but run, run, run! Or your ex-lover, Old Man, sells you for junk, I swear it!"
Undaunted, Fordiana did not move.
Eventually, Paley and Dorothy had to leave the truck by the ditch and walk home. And as they crossed the heavily traveled highway to get to the dumpheap, Old Man was forced to jump to keep from getting hit by a car.
He shook his fist at the speeding auto.
"I know you"re out to get me!" he howled. "But you won"t! You been tryin for fifty thousand years, and you ain"t made it yet! We"re still fightin!"
At that moment, the black sagging bellies of the clouds overhead ruptured.
The two were soaked before they could take four steps. Thunder bellowed, and lightning slammed into the earth on the other end of the dumpheap.
Old Man growled with fright, but seeing he was untouched, he raised his fist to the sky.
"OK, OK, so you got it in for me, too. I get it. OK, OK!"
Dripping, the two entered the shanty, where he opened a quart of beer and began drinking. Deena took Dorothy behind a curtain and gave her a towel to dry herself with and one of her white terrycloth robes to put on. By the time Dorothy came out from behind the curtain, she found Old Man opening his third quart. He was accusing Deena of not frying the fish correctly, and when she answered him sharply, he began accusing her of every fault, big or small, real or imaginary, of which he could think. In fifteen minutes, he was nailing the portrait of her mother to the wall with its face inward. And she was whimpering behind the stove and tenderly stroking the spots where he had struck her. Gummy protested, and he chased her out into the rain.
Dorothy at once put her wet clothes on and announced she was leaving. She"d walk the mile into town and catch the bus.
Old Man snarled, "Go! You"re too snotty for us, anyway. We ain"t your kind, and that"s that."
"Don"t go," pleaded Deena. "If you"re not here to restrain him, he"ll be terrible to us."
"I"m sorry," said Dorothy. "I should have gone home this morning."
"You sure should," he growled. And then he began weeping, his pushed-out lips fluttering like a bird"s wings, his face twisted like a gargoyle"s.
"Get out before I forget myself and throw you out," he sobbed.
Dorothy, with pity on her face, shut the door gently behind her.
The following day was Sunday. That morning, her mother phoned her she was coming down from Waukegan to visit her. Could she take Monday off?
Dorothy said yes, and then, sighing, she called her supervisor. She told him she had all the data she needed for the Paley report and that she would begin typing it out.
Monday night, after seeing her mother off on the train, she decided to pay the Paleys a farewell visit. She could not endure another sleepless night filled with fighting the desire to get out of bed again and again, to scrub herself clean, and the pain of having to face Old Man and the two women in the morning. She felt that if she said goodbye to the Paleys, she could say farewell to those feelings, too, or, at least, time would wash them away more quickly.
The sky had been clear, star-filled, when she left the railroad station. By the time she had reached the dumpheap clouds had swept out from the west, and a blinding rainstorm was deluging the city. Going over the bridge, she saw by the lights of her headlamps that the Kickapoo Creek had become a small river in the two days of heavy rains. Its muddy frothing current roared past the dump and on down to the Illinois River, a half mile away.
So high had it risen that the waters lapped at the doorsteps of the shanties. The trucks and jalopies parked outside them were piled high with household goods, and their owners were ready to move at a minute"s notice.
Dorothy parked her car a little off the road, because she did not want to get it stuck in the mire. By the time she had walked to the Paley shanty, she was in stinking mud up to her calves, and night had fallen.
In the light streaming from a window stood Fordiana, which Old Man had apparently succeeded in getting started. Unlike the other vehicles, it was not loaded.
Dorothy knocked on the door and was admitted by Deena. Paley was sitting in the ragged easy chair. He was clad only in a pair of faded and patched blue jeans. One eye was surrounded by a big black, blue, and green bruise. The horsehide hat of Old King was firmly jammed onto his head, and one hand clutched the neck of a quart of beer as if he were choking it to death.
Dorothy looked curiously at the black eye but did not comment on it. Instead, she asked him why he hadn"t packed for a possible flood.
Old Man waved the naked stump of his arm at her.
"It"s the doins a The Old Guy In The Sky. I prayed to the old idiot to stop the rain, but it rained harder"n ever. So I figure it"s really The Old Woman In The Earth who"s kickin up this rain. The Old Guy"s too feeble to stop her. He needs strength. So.
. . I thought about pouring out the blood a a virgin to him, so he kin lap it up and get his muscles back with that. But I give that up, cause there ain"t no such thin anymore, not within a hundred miles a here, anyway.
"So. . . I been thinkin about goin outside and doin the next best thing, that is pourin a quart or two a beer out on the ground for him. What the Greeks call pourin a liberation to the G.o.ds --"
"Don"t let him drink none a that cheap beer," warned Gummy. "This rain fallin on us is bad enough. I don"t want no G.o.d pukin all over the place."
He hurled the quart at her. It was empty, because he wasn"t so far gone he"d waste a full or even half-full bottle. But it was smashed against the wall, and since it was worth a nickel"s refund, he accused Gummy of malicious waste.
"If you"d a held still, it woun"t a broke."
Deena paid no attention to the scene. "I"m pleased to see you, child," she said.
"But it might have been better if you had stayed home tonight."
She gestured at the picture of her mother, still nailed face inward. "He"s not come out of his evil mood yet."
"You kin say that again," mumbled Gummy. "He got a pistolwhippin from that young Limpy Doolan who lives in that packinbox house with the Jantzen bathin suit ad pasted on the side, when Limpy tried to grab Old King"s hat off a Old Man"s head just for fun."
"Yeah, he tried to grab it," said Paley. "But I slapped his hand hard. Then he pulls a gun out a his coat pocket with the other hand and hit me in this eye with its b.u.t.t. That don"t stop me. He sees me comin at him like I"m late for work, and he says he"ll shoot me if I touch him again. My old man din"t raise no silly sons, so I don"t charge him. But I"ll get him sooner or later. And he"ll be limpin in both legs, if he walks at all.
"But I don"t know why I never had nothin but bad luck ever since I got this hat. It ain"t supposed to be that way. It"s supposed to be bringin me all the good luck the Paleys ever had."
He glared at Dorothy and said, "Do you know what? I had good luck until I showed you that place, you know, the flowers. And then, after you know what, everythin went sour as old milk. What did you do, take the power out a me by doin what you did? Did The Old Woman In The Earth send you to me so you"d draw the muscle and luck and life out a me if I found the hat when Old Guy placed it in my path?"
He lurched up from the easy chair, clutched two quarts of beer from the refrigerator to his chest, and staggered toward the door.
"Kin"t stand the smell in here. Talk about my smell. I"m sweet violets, compared to the fish a some a you. I"m goin out where the air"s fresh. I"m goin out and talk to The Old Guy In The Sky, hear what the thunder has to say to me. He un- derstands me; he don"t give a d.a.m.n if I"m a ugly old man that"s ha"f-ape."
Swiftly, Deena ran in front of him and held out her claws at him like a gaunt, enraged alley cat.
"So that"s it! You"ve had the indecency to insult this young girl! You evil beast!"
Old Man halted, swayed, carefully deposited the two quarts on the floor. Then he shuffled to the picture of Deena"s mother and ripped it from the wall. The nails screeched; so did Deena.
"What are you going to do?"
"Somethin I been wantin to do for a long long time. Only I felt sorry for you.
Now I don"t. I"m gonna throw this idol a yours into the creek. Know why? Cause I think she"s a delegate a The Old Woman In The Earth, Old Guy"s enemy. She"s been sent here to watch on me and report to Old Woman on what I was doin. And you"re the one brought her in this house."
"Over my dead body you"ll throw that in the creek!" screamed Deena.
"Have it your way," he growled, lurching forward and driving her to one side with his shoulder.
Deena grabbed at the frame of the picture he held in his hand, but he hit her over the knuckles with it. Then he lowered it to the floor, keeping it from failing over with his leg while he bent over and picked up the two quarts in his huge hand.
Clutching them, he squatted until his stump was level with the top part of the frame.
The stump clamped down over the upper part of the frame, he straightened, holding it tightly, lurched toward the door, and was gone into the driving rain and crashing lightning.
Deena stared into the darkness for a moment, then ran after him.
Stunned, Dorothy watched them go. Not until she heard Gummy mumbling, "They"ll kill each other," was Dorothy able to move.
She ran to the door, looked out, turned back to Gummy.
"What"s got into him?" she cried. "He"s so cruel, yet I know he has a soft heart.
Why must he be this way?"
"It"s you," said Gummy. "He thought it din"t matter how he looked, what he did, he was still a Paley. He thought his sweat would get you like it did all em chicks he was braggin about, no matter how uppity the sweet young thin was. "N you hurt him when you din"t dig him. Specially cause he thought more a you "n anybody before.
"Why"d you think life"s been so miserable for us since he found you? What the h.e.l.l, a man"s a man, he"s always got the eye for the chicks, right? Deena din"t see that.
Deena hates Old Man. But Deena kin"t do without him, either. . ."
"I have to stop them," said Dorothy, and she plunged out into the black and white world.
Just outside the door, she halted, bewildered. Behind her, light streamed from the shanty, and to the north was a dim glow from the city of Onaback. But elsewhere was darkness. Darkness, except when the lightning burned away the night for a dazzling frightening second.She ran around the shanty toward the Kickapoo, some fifty yards away -- she was sure that they"d be somewhere by the bank of the creek. Halfway to the stream, another flash showed her a white figure by the bank.
It was Deena in her terrycloth robe, Deena now sitting up in the mud, bending forward, shaking with sobs.
"I got down on my knees," she moaned. "To him, to him. And I begged him to spare my mother. But he said I"d thank him later for freeing me from worshiping a false G.o.ddess. He said I"d kiss his hand."
Deena"s voice rose to a scream. "And then he did it! He tore my blessed mother to bits! Threw her in the creek! I"ll kill him! I"ll kill him!"
Dorothy patted Deena"s shoulder. "There, there. You"d better get back to the house and get dry. It"s a bad thing he"s done, but he"s not in his right mind. Where"d he go?"
"Toward that clump of cottonwoods where the creek runs into the river."
"You go back," said Dorothy. "I"ll handle him. I can do it."
Deena seized her hand.
"Stay away from him. He"s hiding in the woods now. He"s dangerous, dangerous as a wounded boar. Or as one of his ancestors when they were hurt and hunted by ours."
"Ours?" said Dorothy. "You mean you believe his story?"
"Not all of it. Just part. That tale of his about the ma.s.s invasion of Europe and King Paley"s hat is nonsense. Or, at least it"s been distorted through G.o.d only knows how many thousands of years. But it"s true he"s at least part Neanderthal. Listen! I"ve fallen low, I"m only a junkman"s wh.o.r.e. Not even that, now -- Old Man never touches me anymore, except to hit me. And that"s not his fault, really. I ask for it; I want it.
"But I"m not a moron. I got books from the library, read what they said about the Neanderthal. I studied Old Man carefully. And I know he must be what he says he is. Gummy, too -- she"s at least a quarter-breed."
Dorothy pulled her hand out of Deena"s grip. "I have to go. I have to talk to Old Man, tell him I"m not seeing him anymore."
"Stay away from him," pleaded Deena, again seizing Dorothy"s hand. "You"ll go to talk, and you"ll stay to do what I did. What a score of others did. We let him make love to us because he isn"t human. Yet, we found Old Man as human as any man, and some of us stayed after the l.u.s.t was gone because love had come in."
Dorothy gently unwrapped Deena"s fingers from her hand and began walking away.
Soon she came to the group of cottonwood trees by the bank where the creek and the river met and there she stopped.
"Old Man!" she called in a break between the rolls of thunder. "Old Man! It"s Dorothy!"
A growl as of a bear disturbed in his cave answered her, and a figure like a tree trunk come to life stepped out of the inkiness between the cotton woods.
"What you come for?" he said, approaching so close to her that his enormous nose almost touched hers. "You want me just as I am, Old Man Paley, descendant a the Real Folk -- Paley, who loves you? Or you come to give the batty old junkman a tranquillizer so you kin take him by the hand like a lamb and lead him back to the slaughterhouse, the puzzle factory, where they"ll stick a ice pick back a his eyeball and rip out what makes him a man and not an ox."
"I came. . ."
"Yeah?"