"We"ve got an audience," Buck Durning grinned, pleased by the appalled look on Virginia"s face. Sadie took advantage of his diverted attention. She slipped her arm from his grasp and pushed him off her. He rolled off the narrow bed with a yell. As she stood up, she looked around at the ashen woman in the doorway. How much could Virginia see or hear? Enough to know who they were?
Buck was climbing over the bed toward his sometime murderer. "Come on," he said. "It"s only the crazy lady."
"Keep away from me," Sadie warned.
"You can"t harm me now, woman. I"m already dead, remember." His exertions had opened the gunshot wound. There was blood smeared all over him; over her too, now she saw. She backed toward the door. There was nothing to be salvaged here. What little chance of reconciliation there had been had degenerated into a b.l.o.o.d.y farce. The only solution to the whole sorry mess was to get out and leave poor Virginia to make what sense of it she could. The longer she stayed to fight with Buck, the worse the situation would become for all three of them.
"Where are you going?" Buck demanded.
"Out," she responded. "Away from you. I said I loved you, Buck, didn"t I? Well... maybe I did. But I"m cured now.
"b.i.t.c.h!"
"Goodbye Buck. Have a nice eternity."
"Worthless b.i.t.c.h!"
She didn"t reply to his insults. She simply walked through the door and out into the night.
Virginia watched the shadow pa.s.s through the closed door and held on to the tattered remains of her sanity with white-knuckled fists. She had to put these apparitions out of her head as quickly as possible or she knew she"d go crazy. She turned her back on Room Eight. What she needed now was pills. She picked up her handbag, only to drop it again as her shaking fingers rooted for the bottles, depositing the contents of the bag onto the floor. One of the bottles, which she had failed to seal properly, spilled. A rainbow a.s.sortment of tablets rolled across the stained carpet in every direction. She bent to pick them up. Tears had started to come, blinding her. She felt for the pills as best she could, feeding half a handful into her mouth and trying to swallow them dry. The tattoo of the rain on the roof sounded louder and louder in her head; a roll of thunder gave weight to the percussion.
And then, John"s voice.
"What are you doing, Virginia?"
She looked up, tears in her eyes, a pill-laden hand hovering at her lips. She"d forgotten her husband entirely. The shadows and the rain and the voices had driven all thought of him from her head. She let the pills drop back to the carpet. Her limbs were shaking. She didn"t have the strength to stand up.
"I... I. .. heard the voices again," she said.
His eyes had come to rest on the spilled contents of bag and bottle. Her crime was spread for him to see quite plainly. It was useless to try and deny anything; it would only enrage him further.
"Woman," he said. "Haven"t you learned your lesson?"
She didn"t reply. Thunder drowned his next words. He repeated them, more loudly.
"Where did you get the pills, Virginia?"
She shook her head weakly.
"Earl again, I suppose. Who else?"
"No," she murmured.
"Don"t lie to me, Virginia!" He had raised his voice to compete with the storm. "You know the Lord hears your lies, as I hear them. And you are judged, judged, Virginia! Virginia! Judged."" Judged.""
"Please leave me be," she pleaded.
"You"re poisoning yourself."
"I need need them, John," she told him. "I really do." She had no energy to hold his bullying at bay; nor did she want him to take the pills from her. But then what was the use of protesting? He would have his way, as always. It would be wiser to give up the booty now and save herself unnecessary anguish. them, John," she told him. "I really do." She had no energy to hold his bullying at bay; nor did she want him to take the pills from her. But then what was the use of protesting? He would have his way, as always. It would be wiser to give up the booty now and save herself unnecessary anguish.
"Look at yourself," he said, "groveling on the floor."
"Don"t start on me, John," she replied. "You win. Take the pills. Go on! Take them!" Take them!"
He was clearly disappointed by her rapid capitulation, like an actor preparing for a favorite scene only to find the curtain rung down prematurely. But he made the most of her invitation, upending her handbag on the bed, and collecting the bottles.
"Is this all?" he demanded.
"Yes," she said.
"I won"t be deceived, Virginia."
"That"s all!"she shouted back at him. Then more softly: "I swear . . . that"s all."
"Earl will be sorry. I promise you that. He"s exploited your weakness-"
"... no!"
"-your weakness and your fear. The man is in Satan"s employ, that much is apparent."
"Don"t talk nonsense!" she said, surprising herself with her own vehemence. "I asked asked him to supply them." She got to her feet with some difficulty. "He didn"t want to defy you, John. It was me all along." him to supply them." She got to her feet with some difficulty. "He didn"t want to defy you, John. It was me all along."
Gyer shook his head. "No, Virginia. You won"t save him. Not this time. He"s worked to subvert me all along. I see that now. Worked to harm my crusade through you. Well I"m wise to him now. Oh yes. Oh yes." yes."
He suddenly turned and pitched the handful of bottles through the open door and into the rainy darkness outside. Virginia watched them fly and felt her heart sink. There was precious little sanity to be had on a night like this-it was a night for going crazy wasn"t it? with the rain bruising your skull and murder in the air-and now the d.a.m.n fool had thrown away her last chance of equilibrium. He turned back to her, his prefect teeth bared.
"How many times do you have to be told?"
He was not to be denied his scene after all, it seemed.
"I"m not listening!" she told him, clamping her hands over her ears. Even so she could hear the rain. "I won"t won"t listen!" listen!"
"I"m patient, Virginia," he said. "The Lord will have his judgment in the fullness of time. Now, where"s Earl?"
She shook her head. Thunder came again; she wasn"t sure if it was inside or out.
"Where is he?"he boomed at her. "Gone for more of the same filth?"
"No!" she yelled back. "I don"t know where he"s gone."
"You pray, woman," Gyer said. "You get down on your knees and thank the Lord I"m here to keep you from Satan."
Content that his words made a striking exit line, he headed out in search of Earl, leaving Virginia shaking but curiously elated. He would be back, of course. There would be more recriminations, and from her, the obligatory tears. As to Earl, he would have to defend himself as best he could. She slumped down on the bed, and her bleary eyes came to rest on the tablets that were still scattered across the floor. All was not quite lost. There were no more than two dozen, so she would have to be sparing in her use of them, but they were better than nothing at all. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, she kneeled down again to gather the pills up. As she did so she realized that someone had their eyes on her. Not the evangelist, back so soon? She looked up. The door out to the rain was still wide open, but he wasn"t standing there. Her heart seemed to lose its rhythm for a moment as she remembered the shadows in the room next door. There had been two. two. One had departed; but the other...? One had departed; but the other...?
Her eyes slid across to the interconnecting door. It was there, a greasy smudge that had taken on a new solidity since last she"d set eyes on it. Was it that the apparition was gaining coherence, or that she was seeing it in more detail? It was quite clearly human; and just as apparently male. It was staring at her, she had no doubt of that. She could even see its eyes, when she concentrated. Her tenuous grasp of its existence was improving. It was gaining fresh resolution with every trembling breath she took.
She stood up, very slowly. It took a step through the interconnecting door. She moved toward the outside door, and it matched her move with one of its own, sliding with eerie speed between her and the night. Her outstretched arm brushed against its smoky form and, as if illuminated by a lightning flash, an entire portrait of her accoster sprang into view in front of her, only to disappear as she withdrew her hand. She had glimpsed enough to appall her however. The vision was that of a dead man; his chest had been blown open. Was this more of her dream, spilling into the living world? She thought of calling after John, to summon him back, but that meant approaching the door again, and risking contact with the apparition. Instead she took a cautious step backward, reciting a prayer beneath her breath as she did so. Perhaps John had been correct all along. Perhaps she had had invited this lunacy to herself with the very tablets she was even now treading to powder underfoot. The apparition closed in on her. Was it her imagination, or had it opened its arms, as if to embrace her? invited this lunacy to herself with the very tablets she was even now treading to powder underfoot. The apparition closed in on her. Was it her imagination, or had it opened its arms, as if to embrace her?
Her heel caught on the skirt of the coverlet. Before she could stop herself she was toppling backward. Her arms flailed, seeking support. Again she made contact with the dream-thing; again the whole horrid picture appeared in front of her. But this time it didn"t disappear, because the apparition had s.n.a.t.c.hed at her hand and was grasping it tight. Her fingers felt as though they"d been plunged into ice water. She yelled for it to let her be, flinging up her free arm to push her a.s.sailant away, but it simply grasped her other hand too.
Unable to resist, she met its gaze. They were not the Devil"s eyes that looked at her-they were slightly stupid, even comical, eyes-and below them a weak mouth which only reinforced her impression of witlessness. Suddenly she was not afraid. This was no demon. It was a delusion, brought on by exhaustion and pills; it could do her no harm. The only danger here was that she hurt herself in her attempts to keep the hallucinations at bay.
Buck sensed that Virginia was losing the will to resist. "That"s better," he coaxed her. "You just want a bit of the old jazz, don"t you, Ginnie?"
He wasn"t certain if she heard him, but no matter. He could readily make his intentions apparent. Dropping one of her hands, he ran his palm across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She sighed, a bewildered expression in her beautiful eyes, but she made no effort to resist his attentions.
"You don"t exist," she told him plainly. "You"re only in my mind, like John said. The pills made you. The pills did it all."
Buck let the woman babble; Let her think whatever she pleased, as long as it made her compliant.
"That"s right, isn"t it?" she said. "You"re not real, are you?"
He obliged her with a polite reply. "Certainly," he said, squeezing her "I"m just a dream, that"s all." The answer seemed to satisfy her. "No need to fight me, is there?" he said. "I"ll have come and gone before you know it."
THE manager"s office lay empty. From the room beyond it Gyer heard a television. It stood to reason that Earl must be somewhere in the vicinity. He bad left their room with the girl who"d brought the ice water, and they certainly wouldn"t be taking a walk together in weather like this. The thunder had moved in closer in the last few minutes. Now it was almost overhead. Gyer enjoyed the noise and the spectacle of the lightning. It fueled his sense of occasion.
"Earl!" he yelled, making his way through the office and into the room with the television. The late movie was nearing its climax, the sound turned up deafeningly loud. A fantastical beast of some kind was treading Tokyo to rubble; citizens fled, screaming. Asleep in a chair in front of this papier-mache apocalypse was a late middle-aged man. Neither the thunder nor Gyer"s calls had stirred him. A tumbler of spirits, nursed in his lap, had slipped from his hand and stained his trousers. The whole scene stank of bourbon and depravity. Gyer made a note of it for future use in the pulpit.
A chill blew in from the office. Gyer turned, expecting a visitor, but there was n.o.body in the office behind him. He stared into s.p.a.ce. All the way across here he"d had a sense of being followed, yet there was n.o.body on his heels. He canceled his suspicions. Fears like this were for women and old men afraid of the dark. He stepped between the sleeping drunkard and the ruin of Tokyo toward the closed door beyond.
"Earl?" he called out, "answer me!"
Sadie watched Gyer open the door and step into the kitchen. His bombast amazed her. She"d expected his subspecies to be extinct by now. Could such melodrama be credible in this sophisticated age? She"d never much liked church people, but this example was particularly offensive; there was more than a whiff of malice beneath the flatulence. He was riled and unpredictable, and he would not be pleased by the scene that awaited him in Laura May"s room. Sadie had already been there. She had watched the lovers for a little while, until their pa.s.sion became too much for her and had driven her out to cool herself by watching the rain. Now the evangelist"s appearance drew her back the way she"d come, fearful that what-ever was now in the air, the night"s events could not end well. In the kitchen, Gyer was shouting again. He clearly enjoyed the sound of his own voice.
"Earl! You bear me? I"m not to be cheated!"
In Laura May"s room Earl was attempting to perform three acts at the same time. One, kiss the woman he had just made love with; two, pull on his damp trousers; and three, invent an adequate excuse to offer Gyer if the evangelist reached the bedroom door before some illusion of innocence had been created. As it was, he had no time to complete any of the tasks. His tongue was still locked in Laura May"s tender mouth when the lock on the door was forced.
"Found you!"
Earl broke his kiss and turned toward the messianic voice. Gyer was standing in the doorway, rain-plastered hair a gray skull cap, his face bright with fury. The light thrown up on him from the silk-draped lamp beside the bed made him look ma.s.sive. The glint in his come-to-the-Lord eyes was verging on the manic. Earl had heard tell of the great man"s righteous wrath from Virginia; furniture had been trashed in the past, and bones broken.
"Is there no end to your iniquity?" he demanded to know, the words coming with unnerving calm from between his narrow lips. Earl hoisted his trousers up, fumbling for the zipper.
"This isn"t your business..." he began, but Gyer"s fury powdered the words on his tongue.
Laura May was not so easily cowed. "You get out," she said, pulling a sheet up to cover her generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Earl glanced around at her; at the smooth shoulders he"d all too recently kissed. He wanted to kiss them again now, but the man in black crossed the room in four quick strides and took hold of him by hair and arm. The movement, in the confined s.p.a.ce of Laura May"s room, had the effect of an earth tremor. Pieces of her precious collection toppled over on the shelves and dressing table, one exhibit falling against another, and that against its neighbor, until a minor avalanche of trivia hit the floor. Laura May was blind to any damage however. Her thoughts were with the man who had so sweetly shared her bed. She could see the trepidation in Earl"s eyes as the evangelist dragged him away, and she shared it.
"Let him be!" she shrieked, forsaking her modesty and getting up from the bed. "He hasn"t done anything wrong!"
The evangelist paused to respond, Earl wrestling uselessly to free himself. "What would you know about error, wh.o.r.e?" wh.o.r.e?"Gyer spat at her. "You"re too steeped in sin. You with your nakedness, and your stinking bed."
The bed did stink, but only of good soap and recent love. She had nothing to apologize for, and she wasn"t going to let this two-bit Bible-thumper intimidate her.
"I"ll call the cops!" she warned. "If you don"t leave him alone, I"ll call them!"
Gyer didn"t grace the threat with a reply. He simply dragged Earl out through the door and into the kitchen. Laura May yelled: "Hold on, Earl. I"ll get help." Her lover didn"t answer. He was too busy preventing Gyer from pulling out his hair by the roots.
Sometimes, when the days were long and lonely, Laura May had daydreamed dark men like the evangelist. She had imagined them coming before tornadoes, wreathed in dust. She had pictured herself lifted up by them-only half against her will-and taken away. But the man who had lain in her bed tonight had been utterly unlike her fever-dream lovers; he had been foolish and vulnerable. If he were to die at the hands of a man like Gyer-whose image she had conjured in her desperation-she would never forgive herself.
She heard her father say: "What"s going on?" in the far room. Something fell and smashed; a plate perhaps, from off the dresser, or a gla.s.s from his lap. She prayed her Papa wouldn"t try and tackle the evangelist. He would be chaff in the wind if he did. She went back to the bed to root for her clothes. They were wound up in the sheets, and her frustration mounted with every second she lost searching for them. She tossed the pillows aside. One landed on the dressing table; more of her exquisitely arranged pieces were swept to the floor. As she pulled on her underwear her father appeared at the door. His drink-flushed features turned a deeper red seeing her state.
"What you been doing, Laura May?"
"Never mind, Pa. There"s no time to explain."
"But there"s men out there-"
"I know. I know. I want you to call the sheriff in Panhandle. Understand?"
"What"s going on?"
"Never mind. Just call Alvin and be quick about it or we"re going to have another murder on our hands."
The thought of slaughter galvanized Milton Cade. He disappeared, leaving his daughter to finish dressing. Laura May knew that on a night like this Alvin Baker and his deputy could be a long time coming. In the meanwhile G.o.d alone knew what the mad-dog preacher would be capable of.
From the doorway, Sadie watched the woman dress. Laura May was a plain creature, at least to Sadie"s critical eye, and her fair skin made her look wan and insubstantial despite her full figure. But then, thought Sadie, who am I to complain of lack of substance? Look at me. And for the first time in the thirty years since her death she felt a nostalgia for corporality. In part because she envied Laura May her bliss with Earl, and in part because she itched to have a role in the drama that was rapidly unfolding around her.
In the kitchen an abruptly sobered Milton Cade was blabbering on the phone, trying to rouse some action from the people in Panhandle, while Laura May, who had finished dressing, unlocked the bottom drawer of her dressing table and rummaged for something. Sadie peered over the woman"s shoulder to discover what the trophy was, and a thrill of recognition made her scalp tingle as her eyes alighted on her .38. So it was Laura May who had found the gun; the whey-faced six-year-old who had been running up and down the walkway all that evening thirty years ago, playing games with herself and singing songs in the hot still air.
It delighted Sadie to see the murder weapon again. Maybe, she thought, I have have left some sign of myself to help shape the future. Maybe I left some sign of myself to help shape the future. Maybe I am am more than a headline on a yellowed newspaper, a dimming memory in aging heads. She watched with new and eager eyes as Laura May slipped on some shoes and headed out into the bellowing storm. more than a headline on a yellowed newspaper, a dimming memory in aging heads. She watched with new and eager eyes as Laura May slipped on some shoes and headed out into the bellowing storm.
VIRGINIA sat slumped against the wall of Room Seven and looked across at the seedy figure leaning on the door lintel across from her. She had let the delusion she had conjured have what way it would with her; and never in her forty-odd years had she heard such depravity promised. But though the shadow had come at her again and again, pressing its cold body onto hers, its icy, slack mouth against her own, it had failed to carry one act of violation through. Three times it had tried. Three times the urgent words whispered in her ear had not been realized. Now it guarded the door, preparing, she guessed, for a further a.s.sault. Its face was clear enough for her to read the bafflement and the shame in its features. It viewed her, she thought, with murder on its mind.
Outside, she heard her husband"s voice above the din of the thunder, and Earl"s voice too, raised in protest. There was a fierce argument going on, that much was apparent. She slid up the wall, trying to make out the words. The delusion watched her balefully.
"You failed," she told it.
It didn"t reply.
"You"re just a dream of mine, and you failed."
It opened its mouth and waggled its pallid tongue. She didn"t understand why it hadn"t evaporated. But perhaps it would tag along with her until the pills had worked their way through her system. No matter. She had endured the worst it could offer. Now, given time, it would surely leave her be. Its failed rapes left it bereft of power over her.
She crossed toward the door, no longer afraid. It raised itself from its slouched posture.
"Where are you going?" it demanded.
"Out," she said. "To help Earl."
"No," it told her, "I haven"t finished with you."
"You"re just a phantom," she retorted. "You can"t stop me."
It offered up a grin that was three parts malice to one part charm. "You"re wrong, Virginia," Buck said. There was no purpose in deceiving the woman any longer; he"d tired of that particular game. And perhaps he"d failed to get the old jazz going because she"d given herself to him so easily, believing he was some harmless nightmare. "I"m no delusion, woman," he said. "I"m Buck Durning." "I"m Buck Durning." She frowned at the wavering figure. Was this a new trick her psyche was playing? "Thirty years ago I was shot dead in this very room. Just about where you"re standing in fact." She frowned at the wavering figure. Was this a new trick her psyche was playing? "Thirty years ago I was shot dead in this very room. Just about where you"re standing in fact."
Instinctively, Virginia glanced down at the carpet at her feet, almost expecting the bloodstains to be there still.