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(88106 www.88106.info) Itsthreeoclockinthemorning.
Bishopsdaughterisill,stomachpains.Shessleepingonthecouch.
Bishoptooisill,chillsandsweating,aflu.Hecantsleep.Inbed,helistenstotheoccasionalgroansfromtworoomsaway.Katieisfifteenandspendsthesummerwithhimeveryyear.
Outsideonthestreet,someonekicksonamotorcycleandrevsitunforgivingly.Hisbedroomisbadlyplaced.
HesgivenherPepto-Bismol,ifshewakesagainhelltryTylenol.Hewrapshimselfinthesheet,pullshist-shirtawayfromhisdampchest.
Theresaradioplayingsomewhereinthebuilding,big-bandmusic,hefeelsratherthanhearsit.Thesteady,friendlyair-conditionerhustlinginthenextroom.
Earlierhedtakenhertoadoctor,whofoundnothing."Youvegotabellyache,"thedoctorsaid,"stickwithfluidsandcallmeifitdoesntgoaway."Katieisbeautiful,tallwithdarkhair.
Intheafternoontheydgone,groaning,toahorrormovieaboutwolvestakingoverthecity.Atvividmomentsshejumpedagainsthim,pressingherbreastsintohisback.Hemovedaway.
Whentheywalktogetheronthestreetshetakeshisarm,holdingontightly(because,hefigures,shespendssomuchofhertimeaway,away).Veryoftenpeoplegivethempeculiarlooks.
Hesbeenpickingupoldladieswhovebeenfallingdowninfrontofhim,theselastfewdays.OnesittinginthemiddleofanintersectionwavingherarmswhiledangerousCheckerscurvedaroundher.Theoldladiesinvariablydisplayasuperbfightingspirit."Thankyou,youngman!"
Hesforty-nine.Writingahistoryof19thCenturyAmericanpainting,aboutwhichheknowsathingortwo.
Notenough.
Agroan,heartfeltbutmuted,fromtheotherroom.Shesawake.
Hegetsupandgoesintolookather.Thered-and-whitecottonrobesheswearingis,tuckedupunderherknees."Ijustthrewupagain,"shesays.
"Didithelp?"
"Alittle."
Heonceaskedherwhatsomething(abox?achair?)wasmadeofandshetoldhimitwasmadeoutoftree.
"Doyouwanttotryaglassofmilk?"
"Idontwantanymilk,"shesays,turningtolieonherfront."Sitwithme."
Hesitsontheedgeofthecouchandrubsherback."Thinkofsomethingterrific,"hesays."Letsgetyourmindoffyourstomach.Thinkaboutfishing.Thinkaboutthetimeyouthrewthehotelkeysoutofthewindow."Once,inParis,shehaddonejustthat,fromasixth-floorwindow,andBishophadhadvisionsofsomeFrenchmanwalkingdowntheQuaidesGrands-Augustinswithasetofheavyironhotelkeysburiedinhisbrain.Hedfoundthekeysinapottedplantoutsidethehoteldoor.
"Daddy,"shesays,notlookingathim.
"Yes?"
"Whydoyoulivelikethis?Byyourself?"
"WhoamIgoingtolivewith?"
"Youcouldfindsomebody.Yourehandsomeforyourage."
"Ohverygood.Thatsveryneat.Ithankyou."
"Youdonttry."
Thisisandisnottrue.
"Howmuchdoyouweigh?"
"Oneeighty-five."
"Youcouldlosesomeweight."
"Look,kid,gimmeabreak."Heblotshisforeheadwithhisarm."Youwantsomecambrictea?"
"Youvegivenup."
"Notso,"hesays."Katie,gotosleepnow.ThinkofagreatbigpileofGuccihandbags."
Shesighsandturnsherheadaway.
Bishopgoesintothekitchenandturnsonthelight.Hewonderswhatadrinkwoulddotohim,orforhim——puthimtosleep?Hedecidesagainstit.HeturnsonthetinykitchenTVandspendsafewminuteswatchingsomekindofJapanesemonstermovie.Thepoorlydesignedmonsterispickinguphandfulsofpeopleand,ratherthoughtfully,eatingthem.BishopthinksaboutTokyo.HewasonceinbedwithaJapanesegirlduringamildearthquake,andhesneverforgottenthefeelingofthefloorfallingoutfromunderneathhim,orthewomansterror.Hesuddenlyremembershername,Michiko."Younobutterflyonme?"shehadasked,whentheymet.Hewasastonishedtolearnthat"butterfly"meant,inthepatoisofthetime,"abandon."Shecookedtheirmealsoveracharcoalbrazierandtheysleptinanicheinthewallclosedofffromtherestofherroombyslidingpaperdoors.BishopworkedonthecopydeskatStars&Stripes.Onedayawirephotocameinshowingtheheadsofthefour(then)womensservicesposingforagroupportrait.BishopsluggedthecaptionLEADINGLADIES.TheelderlymastersergeantwhowasservingascityeditorbroughtthephotobacktoBishopsdesk."Wecantdothis,"hesaid."Aintitashame?"
HeswitcheschannelsandgetsDollyPartonsinging,bycoincidence,"HouseoftheRisingSun."
Atsomepointduringeachsummershellsay:"Whydidyouandmymothersplitup?"
"Itwasyourfault,"heanswers."Yours.Youmadetoomuchnoise,asakid,Icouldntwork."Hisex-wifehadoncetoldKatiethisasanexplanationforthedivorce,andhellrepeatituntilitsuntruthismarble,amonument.
Hisex-wifeisotherwiseverysensible,andthrifty,too.
WhydoIlivethisway?BestIcando.
WalkingdownWestBroadwayonaSaturdayafternoon.Barkingartcagedinthehighwhitegalleries,dontgoinsideoritllgetyou,leapintoyourlapandcoveryourfacewithkisses.Somegoestotheotherextreme,snarlsandshowsitsbrilliantteeth.OartIwonthurtyouifyoudonthurtme.Citizensparading,plump-facedandbone-faced,lightlyclad.AyoungblackboytotingaBoardofEducationtrombonecase.Afellowwithoddly-cuthairthecolorofmarigoldsandarollofroofingfeltoverhisshoulder.
Bishopinthecrowd,thirtydollarsinhispocketincasehehastobuyapaladrink.
Intoagallerybecauseitmustbedone.TheartistshungtwentyEVERLASTheavybagsinrowsoffour,youreinvitedtohaveabash.Peoplearegivingthebagseverykindoftrouble.Bishop,unabletoresist,bangsonewithhisfabledleft,andhurtshishand.
Bloodyartists.
Outonthestreetagain,heisbumpedintobyaman,thenanotherman,thenawoman.AndheresHarryinlemonpantswithhisBritisherfriend,Malcolm.
"Harry,Malcolm."
"Professor,"Harrysaysironically(heisaprofessor,Bishopisnot).
HarrysgotnotmuchhairandhaslostweightsincehesplitwithTom.MalcolmisthesinglemostcheerfulindividualBishophasevermet.
Harrysuniversityhasjusthiredanewpresidentwhosthirty-two.Harrycantgetoverit.
"Thirty-two!ImeanIdontthinktheboardsgotbothoarsinthewater."
StandingbehindMalcolmisabeautifulyoungwoman.
"ThisisChristie,"Malcolmsays."Wevejustgivenherlunch.Wevejusteatenallthedimsumintheworld."
BishopisimmediatelyseizedbyadesiretocookforChristie——eitherhisEight-BeanSouporhisCrashCassoulet.
Shestellinghimsomethingaboutherwindows.
"Idontcarebutwhyundermywindows?"
Sheswearingapurpleshirtandisdeeplytannedwithblackhair——lookslikeanIndian,infact,theonewhosellsMazolaonTV.
Harryisstilltalkingaboutthenewpresident."Imeanhedidhisdissertationonbathingtrends."
"Wellmaybeheknowswherethebigbucksare."
Theressomeleftoverduckintherefrigeratorhecanuseforthecassoulet.
"Well,"hesaystoChristie,"areyouhungry?"
"Yes,"shesays,"Iam."
"Wejustate,"Harrysays."Youcantbehungry.Youcantpossiblybehungry."
"Hungry,hungry,hungry,"shesays,takingBishopsarm,whichis,canyoubelieveit,stickingout.
PuttingslicesofduckinbeanwaterwhileChristiewatches"TheAdventuresofRobinHood,"withErrolFlynnandBasilRathbone,onthekitchenTV.AtthesametimeHankWilliamsJr.issingingontheFM.
"IlikeaplacewhereIcantakemyshoesoff,"shesays,asErrolFlynnthrowsawholedeaddeeronthebanquettable.
Bishop,choppingparsley,istakingquickglancesathertoseewhatshelookslikewithaglassofwineinherhand.Somepeoplelookgoodwithwhitewine,somedont.
HemakesamentalnotetobuysomeMazola——acase,maybe.
"Heressixtysecondsonfenders,"saystheradio.
"Doyoulivewithanybody?"Christieasks.
"Mydaughterisheresometimes.SummersandChristmas."Alittletarragonintothebeanwater."Howaboutyou?"
"Theresthisguy."
Buttherehadtobe.BishopchopssteadfastlywithhisThreeSheepbrandChinesechopper,madeingrayFusan.
"Hesanartist."
Aswhoisnot?"Whatkindofanartist?"
"Apainter.HesinSeattle.Heneedsrain."
Hethrowshandfulsofslicedonionsintothewater,thenacanoftomatopaste.
"Howlongdoesthistake?"Christieasks."Imnotrushingyou,Imjustcurious."
"Anotherhour."
"ThenIllhavealittlevodka.Straight.Ice.Ifyoudontmind."
Bishoploveswomenwhodrink.
Maybeshesmokes!
"ActuallyIcantstandartists,"shesays.
"Likewhoinparticular?"
"Likethatwomanwhoputschewinggumonherstomach——"
"Shedoesntdothatanymore.Andthechewinggumwasnotpoorlyplaced."
"Andthatotheronewhocutsoffpartsofhimself,whittlesonhimself,thatfriesmyass."
"Itssupposedto."
"Yeah,"shesays,shakingtheiceinherglass."Imreactinglikeabozo."
ShegetsupandwalksovertothecounterandtakesaLarkfromhispack.
Veryhappily,Bishopbeginstotalk.Hetellsherthatthenightbeforehehadsmelledsmoke,hadgottenupandcheckedtheapartment,knowingthatapierwasonfireoverbytheriverandsuspectingitwasthat.HehadturnedontheTVtogettheall-newschannelandwhiledialinghadencounteredtheopeningcreditsofaRichardWidmarkcopfilmcalled"BrocksLastCase"whichhehadthensatdownandwatched,hisfaithfulScotchathisside,untilfiveoclockinthemorning.RichardWidmarkwasoneofhisfavoriteactorsinthewholeworld,hetoldher,becauseofthewayinwhichRichardWidmarkwasabletoconvey,whatwastheword,resilience.YoucouldknockRichardWidmarkdown,hesaid,youcouldevenknockRichardWidmarkdownrepeatedly,butyouhadbetterbearinmindwhileknockingRichardWidmarkdownthatRichardWidmarkwasprettydamnsuregoingtobouncebackupandbatteryourconk——
"RedfordistheoneIlike,"shesays.
Bishopcanunderstandthis.Henodsseriously.
"ThethingIlikeaboutRedfordis,"shesays,andfortenminutesshetellshimaboutRobertRedford.
Hetastesthecassouletwithalongspoon.Moresalt.
ItappearsthatsheisalsomightyfondofClintEastwood.
Bishophasthesensethattheconversationhasstrayed,likeabadcow,fromtheproperpath.
"OldClintEastwood,"hesays,shakinghisheadadmiringly."Wereready."
Hedishesupthecassouletandfetcheshotbreadfromtheoven.
"Tasteslikerealcassoulet,"shesays.
"Thatstheox-tailsoupmix."Whyisheservinghercassouletinsummer?Itshot.
HesopenedabottleofRobertMondavitablered.
"Verygood,"shesays."ImeanImsurprised.Really."
"Maybecouldhavehadmoretomato."
"No,really."ShetearsoffafistfulofFrenchbread."Menarequiteodd.IsawthisguyatthefarmersmarketonUnionSquareonSaturday?Hewasstandinginfrontofatablefullofgreensandradishesandcornandthisandthat,behindabunchofotherpeople,andhewasstaringatthisfarmer-girlwhowaswearingcut-offsandatanktopandeverytimesheleanedovertograbacabbageorwhatnothewasgettingashotofherbreasts,whichwere,tobefair,quitepretty——Imeanhowmuchfuncanthatbe?"
"Moderateamountoffun.Somefun.Notmuchfun.WhatcanIsay?"
"AndthatplugIlivewith."
"Whatabouthim?"
"Hegavemeabookonce."
"Whatwasit?"
"Bookabouthowtofixhomeappliances.Thedishwasherwasbroken.Thenheboughtmeascrewdriver.Thisreallynicescrewdriver."
"Well."
"Ifixedthedamneddishwasher.Tookmetwodays."
"Wouldyouliketogotobednow?"
"No,"Christiesays,"notyet."
Notyet!Veryhappily,Bishoppoursmorewine.
Nowhessweating,littlechillsatintervals.Hegetsasheetfromthebedroomandsitsinthekitchenwiththesheetdrapedaroundhim,guru-style.HecanhearKatieturningrestlesslyonthecouch.
Headmiresthewaysheorganizesherlife——thatis,thewayshegetsdonewhatshewantsdone.Alittlewangling,alittlenagging,alittlelets-go-take-a-lookandBishophassprungforanewpairofboots,handsomeankle-heightblackdiablonumbersthatshellwearwithblackskipants
Well,hedoesntgivehermanypresents.
CouldhebearaScotch?Hethinksnot.
HeremembersadreaminwhichhedreamedthathisnosewasasdarkandredasaBingcherry.Aswouldbeappropriate.
"Daddy?"
Stillwearingtheyellowsheet,hegetsupandgoesintotheotherroom.
"Icantsleep."
"Imsorry."
"Talktome."
Bishopsitsagainontheedgeofthecouch.Howlargesheis!
HegivesherhisArtHistorylecture.
"ThenyougetMoandMa,thatsalittletricky,Mowastheonedidallthewaterliliesand**,hiscolorswerebluesandgreens,MawastheonedidBareassOntheGrassand**,hiscolorswerebrownsandgreens.ThenyougetBonnard,hedidalltheinteriorsand**,amazinglight,andthenyougetVanGuk,hestheonewiththeearand**,andSay-zanne,hestheonewiththeapplesand**,yougetKandinsky,abadmother,allthempick-up-stickspictures,yougetmymanMondrian,hestheonewiththerectanglesand**,hiscolorswereredyellowandblue,yougetMoholy-Nagy,hedidalltheplasticthingummiesand**,yougetMar-celDu-champ,hesthedevilinhumanform"
Shesasleep.
Bishopgoesbackintothekitchenandmakeshimselfadrink.
Itsfive-thirty.Faintlightinthebigwindows.
ChristiesinSeattle,andplanstostay.
Lookingoutofthewindowsintheearlymorninghecansometimesseethetwooldladieswholiveintheapartmentwhosegardenbacksuptohisbuildinghavingbreakfastbycandlelight.Hecanneverfigureoutwhethertheyareterminallyromanticorwhether,rather,theyretryingtosaveelectricity.
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