Kris was trying to crawl back farther into the closet. She was trying to smile.
He turned back, on hands and knees and he moved into the closet after her.
"The rabbit," she said, languorously. "You"re crushing the rabbit." He looked down, his right knee was lying on the soft matted-fur head of the pink rabbit. He pulled it out from under his knee and threw it into a corner of the closet. She looked at him with disgust. "You haven"t changed, Rudy. Go away."
"I"m outta the army, Kris," Rudy said gently. "They let me out on a medical. I want you to come back, Kris, please."
She would not listen, but pulled herself away from him, deep into the closet, and closed her eyes. He moved his lips several times, as though trying to recall words he had already spoken, but there was no sound, and he lit a cigarette, and sat in the open doorway of the closet, smoking and waiting for her to come back to him. He had waited eight months for her to come back to him, since he had been inducted and she had written him telling him, Rudy, I"m going to live with Jonah at The Hill.
There was the sound of something very tiny, lurking in the infinitely black shadow where the top step of the stairs from the second floor met the landing. I t giggled in a gla.s.s harpsichord trilling. Rudy knew it was giggling at him, but he could make no movement from that corner.
Kris opened her eyes and stared at him with distaste. "Why did you come here?"
"Because we"re gonna be married."
"Get out of here."
"I love you, Kris. Please." She kicked out at him. It didn"t hurt, but it was meant to. He backed out of the closet slowly.
Jonah was down in the living room. The blonde girl who had answered the door was trying to get his pants off him. He kept shaking his head no, and trying to fend her off with a weak-wristed hand. The record player under the brick-and-board bookshelves was playing Simon & Garfunkel, "The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine."
"Melting," Jonah said gently. "Melting," and he pointed toward the big, foggy mirror over the fireplace mantel. The fireplace was crammed with unburned wax milk cartons, candy bar wrappers, newspapers from the underground press, and kitty litter. The mirror was dim and chill. "Melting!" Jonah yelled suddenly, covering his eyes.
"Oh s.h.i.t!" the blonde girl said, and threw him down, giving up at last. She came toward Rudy.
"What"s wrong with him?" Rudy asked.
"He"s freaking out again. Christ, what a drag he can be."
"Yeah, but what"s happening to him?"
She shrugged. "He sees his face melting, that"s what he says."
"Is he on marijuana?"
The blonde girl looked at him with sudden distrust. "Mari-? Hey, who are you?"
"I"m a friend of Kris"s."
The blonde girl a.s.sayed him for a moment more, then by the way her shoulders dropped and her posture relaxed, she accepted him. "I thought you might"ve just walked in, you know, maybe the Laws. You know?"
There was a Middle Earth poster on the wall behind her, with its brightness faded in a long straight swath where the sun caught it every morning. He looked around uneasily. He didn"t know what to do.
"I was supposed to marry Kris. Eight months ago," he said.
"You want to f.u.c.k?" asked the blonde girl. "When Jonah trips he turns off. I been drinking Coca-Cola all morning and all day, and I"m really h.o.r.n.y."
Another record dropped onto the turntable and Stevie Wonder blew hard into his harmonica and started singing, "I Was Born to Love Her."
"I was engaged to Kris," Rudy said, feeling sad. "We was going to be married when I got out of basic. But she decided to come over here with Jonah, and I didn"t want to push her. So I waited eight months, but I"m out of the army now. "
"Well, do you or don"t you?"
Under the dining room table. She put a satin pillow under her. It said: Souvenir of Niagara Falls. New York.
When he went back into the living room, Jonah was sitting up on the sofa, reading Hesse"s Magister Ludi.
"Jonah?" Rudy said. Jonah looked up. It took him a while to recognize Rudy.
When he did, he patted the sofa beside him, and Rudy came and sat down.
"Hey, Rudy, where y"been?"
"I"ve been in the army."
"Wow."
"Yeah, it was awful."
"You out now? I mean for good?"
Rudy nodded. "Uh-huh. Medical."
"Hey, that"s good."
They sat quietly for a while. Jonah started to nod, and then said to himself, "You"re not very tired."
Rudy said, "Jonah, hey listen, what"s the story with Kris? You know, we were supposed to get married about eight months ago."
"She"s around someplace," Jonah answered.
Out of the kitchen, through the dining room where the blonde girl lay sleeping under the table, came the sound of something wild, tearing at meat. It went on for a long time, but Rudy was looking out the front window, the big bay window. There was a man in a dark gray suit standing talking to two policemen on the sidewalk at the edge of the front walk leading up to the front door. He was pointing at the big, old house.
"Jonah, can Kris come away now?"
Jonah looked angry. "Hey, listen, man, n.o.body"s keeping her here. She"s been grooving with all of us and she likes it. Go ask her. Christ, don"t bug me!"
The two cops were walking up to the front door.
Rudy got up and went to answer the doorbell.
They smiled at him when they saw his uniform.
"May I help you?" Rudy asked them.
The first cop said, "Do you live here?"
"Yes," said Rudy. "My name is Rudolph Boekel. May I help you?"
"We"d like to come inside and talk to you."
"Do you have a search warrant?"
"We don"t want to search, we only want to talk to you. Are you in the army?"
"Just discharged. I came home to see my family."
"Can we come in?"
"No, sir."
The second cop looked troubled, "Is this the place they call "The Hill"?"
"Who?" Rudy asked, looking perplexed.
"Well, the neighbors said this was "The Hill" and there were some pretty wild parties going on here. "
"Do you hear any partying?"
The cops looked at each other. Rudy added, "It"s always very quiet here. My mother is dying of cancer of the stomach."
They let Rudy move in, because he was able to talk to people who came to the door from the outside. Aside from Rudy, who went out to get food, and the weekly trips to the unemployment line, no one left The Hill. It was usually very quiet.
Except sometimes there was a sound of growling in the back hall leading up to what had been a maid"s room; and the splashing from the bas.e.m.e.nt, the sound of wet things on bricks.
It was a self-contained little universe, bordered on the north by acid and mescaline, on the south by pot and peyote, on the east by speed and redb.a.l.l.s, on the west by downers and amphetamines. There were eleven people living in The Hill. Eleven, and Rudy.
He walked through the halls, and sometimes found Kris, who would not talk to him, save once, when she asked him if he"d ever been heavy behind anything except love. He didn"t know what to answer her, so he only said, "Please," and she called him a square and walked off toward the stairway leading to the dormered attic.
Rudy had heard squeaking from the attic. It had sounded to him like the shrieking of mice being tom to pieces. There were cats in the house.
He did not know why he was there, except that he didn"t understand why she wanted to stay. His head always buzzed and he sometimes felt that if he just said the right thing, the right way, Kris would come away with him. He began to dislike the light. It hurt his eyes.
No one talked to anyone else very much. There was always a struggle to keep high, to keep the group high as elevated as possible. In that way they cared for each other.
And Rudy became their one link with the outside. He had written to someone-his parents, a friend, a bank, someone-and now there was money coming in. Not much, but enough to keep the food stocked, and the rent paid. But he insisted Kris be nice to him.
They all made her be nice to him, and she slept with him in the little room on the second floor where Rudy had put his newspapers and his duffel bag. He lay there most of the day, when he was not out on errands for The Hill, and he read the smaller items about train wrecks and molestations in the suburbs. And Kris came to him and they made love of a sort.
One night she convinced him he should "make it, heavy behind acid" and he swallowed fifteen hundred mikes cut with Methedrine, in two big gel caps, and she was stretched out like taffy for six miles. He was a fine copper wire charged with electricity, and he pierced her flesh. She wriggled with the current that flowed through him, and became softer yet. He sank down through the softness, and carefully observed the intricate wood grain effect her teardrops made as they rose in the mist around him. He was down-drifting slowly, turning and turning, held by a whisper of blue that came out of his body like a spiderweb. The sound of her breathing in the moist crystal pillared cavity that went down and down was the sound of the very walls themselves, and when he touched them with his warm metal fingertips she drew in breath heavily, forcing the air up around him as he sank down, twisting slowly in a veil of musky looseness.
There was an insistent pulsing growing somewhere below him, and he was afraid of it as he descended, the high-pitched whining of something threatening to shatter. He felt panic. Panic gripped him, flailed at him, his throat constricted, he tried to grasp the veil and it tore away in his hands; then he was falling, faster now, much faster, and afraid!
Violet explosions all around him and the shrieking of something that wanted him, that was seeking him, pulsing deeply in the throat of an animal he could not name, and he heard her shouting, heard her wail and pitch beneath him and a terrible crushing feeling in him....
And then there was silence.
That lasted for a moment.
And then there was soft music that demanded nothing but inattention. So they lay there, fitted together, in the heat of the tiny room, and they slept for some hours.
After that, Rudy seldom went out into the light. He did the shopping at night, wearing shades. He emptied the garbage at night, and he swept down the front walk, and did the front lawn with scissors because the lawnmower would have annoyed the residents of the lanai apartments (who no longer complained, because there was seldom a sound from The Hill).
He began to realize he had not seen some of the eleven young people who lived in The Hill for a long time. But the sounds from above and below and around him in the house grew more frequent.
Rudy"s clothes were too large for him now. He wore only underpants. His hands and feet hurt. The knuckles of his fingers were larger, from cracking them, and they were always an angry crimson.
His head always buzzed. The thin perpetual odor of pot had saturated into the wood walls and the rafters. He had an itch on the outside of his ears he could not quell. He read newspapers all the time, old newspapers whose items were imbedded in his memory. He remembered a job he had once held as a garage mechanic, but that seemed a very long time ago. When they cut off the electricity in The Hill, it didn"t bother Rudy, because he preferred the dark. But he went to tell the eleven.
He could not find them.
They were all gone. Even Kris, who should have been there somewhere.
He heard the moist sounds from the bas.e.m.e.nt and went down with fur and silence into the darkness. The bas.e.m.e.nt had been flooded. One of the eleven was there. His name was Teddy. He was attached to the slime-coated upper wall of the bas.e.m.e.nt, hanging close to the stone, pulsing softly and giving off a thin purple light, purple as a bruise. He dropped a rubbery arm into the water, and let it hang there, moving idly with the tireless tide. Then something came near it, and he made a sharp movement, and brought the thing up still writhing in his rubbery grip, and inched it along the wall to a dark, moist spot on his upper surface, near the veins that covered its length, and pushed the thing at the dark-blood spot, where it shrieked with a terrible sound, and went in and there was a sucking noise, then a swallowing sound.
Rudy went back upstairs. On the first floor he found the one who was the blonde girl, whose name was Adrianne. She layout thin and white as a tablecloth on the dining room table as three of the others he had not seen in a very long while put their teeth into her, and through their hollow sharp teeth they drank up the yellow fluid from the bloated pus-pockets that had been her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her b.u.t.tocks. Their faces were very white and their eyes were like sootsmudges.
Climbing to the second floor, Rudy was almost knocked down by the pa.s.sage of something that had been Victor, flying on heavily ribbed leather wings. It carried a cat in its jaws.
He saw the thing on the stairs that sounded as though it was counting heavy gold pieces. It was not counting heavy gold pieces. Rudy could not look at it; it made him feel sick.
He found Kris in the attic, in a corner breaking the skull and sucking out the moist brains of a thing that giggled like a harpsichord.
"Kris, we have to go away," he told her. She reached out and touched him, snapping her long, pointed, dirty fingernails against him. He rang like crystal.
In the rafters of the attic Jonah crouched, gargoyled and sleeping. There was a green stain on his jaws, and something stringy in his claws.
"Kris, please," he said urgently.
His head buzzed.
His ears itched.
Kris sucked out the last of the mellow good things in the skull of the silent little creature, and sc.r.a.ped idly at the flaccid body with hairy hands. She settled back on her haunches, and her long, hairy muzzle came up.
Rudy scuttled away.
He ran loping, his knuckles brushing the attic floor as he scampered for safety. Behind him, Kris was growling. He got down to the second floor and then to the first, and tried to climb up on the Morris chair to the mantel, so he could see himself in the mirror, by the light of the moon, through the fly-blown window. But Naomi was on the window, lapping up the flies with her tongue.
He climbed with desperation, wanting to see himself. And when he stood before the mirror, he saw that he was transparent, that there was nothing inside him, that his ears had grown pointed and had hair on their tips; his eyes were as huge as a tarsier"s and the reflected light hurt him.
Then he heard the growling behind and below him.
The little gla.s.s goblin turned, and the werewolf rose up on its hind legs and touched him till he rang like fine crystal.
And the werewolf said with very little concern, "Have you ever grooved heavy behind anything except love?"
"Please!" the little gla.s.s goblin begged, just as the great hairy paw slapped him into a million coruscating rainbow fragments all expanding consciously into the tight little enclosed universe that was The Hill, all buzzing highly contacted and tingling off into a darkness that began to seep out through the silent wooden walls....