Back In The World_ Stories Part 14
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Bliss laughed. "I can just see you in a habit-Sister Morphine. You'd have lasted about two hours."
Helen turned and looked at Bliss in a speculative way. "It's not something I expect you to understand," she said, "but if I had gone in I would have stayed in. To me, a vow is a vow," She turned away again. "Like I said, I started out taking care of Tom as a kind of beat.i.tude number, but after a while I got to look forward to it. Tom was fun to be with. And he really loved me. He even named one of his hamsters after me. We were both crazy about animals, and we would usually go to the zoo or I would take him to this stable out in Marin that had free riding lessons for special kids. That was what they called them, instead of handicapped or r.e.t.a.r.ded-special."
"Beautiful," Mitch said.
"Don't get too choked up," Helen told him. "The story isn't over yet." She took a sip of her wine. "So. After I started college I didn't get home all that much, but whenever I did I'd stop by and get Tom and we'd go somewhere. Over to the Cliff House to look at the sea lions, something like that. Then this one day I got a real brainstorm. I thought, Hey, why not go whale-watching? Tom had whale posters all over his bedroom but he'd never seen a real one, and neither had I. So I called up this outfit in Half Moon Bay and they said that it was getting toward the end of the season, but still worth a try. They were pretty sure we'd see something.
"Tom's mother wasn't too hot about the idea. She kept going on about the fact that he couldn't swim. But I brought her around, and the next morning Tom and I drove down and got on board the boat. It wasn't all that big. In fact, it was a lot smaller than I thought it would be, and that made me a little nervous at first, but after we got under way I figured h.e.l.l with it-they must know what they're doing. The boat rocked a little, but not dangerously. Tom loved it.
"We cruised around all morning and didn't see a thing. They would take us to different places and cut the engine and we would sit there, waiting for a whale to come along. I stopped caring. It was nice out on the water. We were with a good bunch of people and one of them fixed up a sort of fis.h.i.+ng line for Tom to hang over the side while we waited. I just leaned back and got some sun. Smelled the good smells. Watched the seagulls. After an hour or so they would start the engine up again and go somewhere else and do the same thing. This happened three or four times. Everybody was kidding the guide about it, threatening to make him walk the plank and so on. Then, right out of nowhere, this whale came up beside us.
"He was just suddenly there there. All this water running off his back. This unbelievably rancid smell all around him. Covered with barnacles and sh.e.l.ls and long strings of seaweed trailing off him. Big. Maybe half again as long as the boat we were in." Helen shook her head. "You just can't imagine how big he was. He started making pa.s.ses at the boat, and every time he did it we'd pitch and roll and take on about five hundred gallons of water. We were falling all over each other. At first everyone laughed and whooped it up, but after a while it started to get heavy."
"He was probably playing with you," Mitch said.
"That's what the guide told us the first couple of times it happened. Then he got scared too. I mean he went white as a sheet. You could tell he didn't know what was happening any better than the rest of us did. We have this idea that whales are supposed to be more civilized than people, smarter and friendlier and more together. Cute, even. But it wasn't like that. It was hostile."
"You probably got a bad one," Mitch said. "It sounds like he was bent out of shape about something. Maybe the Russians harpooned his mate."
"He was a monster," Helen said. "I mean that. He was hostile and huge and stank. He was hideous, too. There were so many sh.e.l.ls and barnacles on him that you could hardly see his skin. It looked as if he had armor on. He sc.r.a.ped the boat a couple of times and it made the most terrible sound, like people moaning under water. He'd swim ahead a ways and go under and you'd think Please G.o.d don't let him come back, and then the water would start to churn alongside the boat and there he'd be again. It was just terrifying. I've never been so afraid in my life. And then Tom started to lose it."
Bliss put the brush on the floor. Helen could feel her stillness and hear the sound of her breathing.
"He started to make these little noises," Helen said. "I'd never heard him do that before. Little mewing noises. The strange thing was, I hadn't even thought of Tom up to then. I'd completely forgotten about him. So it gave me a shock when I realized that he was sitting right next to me, scared half to death. At first I thought, Oh no, what if he goes berserk! He was so much bigger than me I wouldn't have been able to control him. Neither would anyone else. He was incredibly strong. If anyone had tried to hold him down he'd have thrown them off like a dog shakes off water. And then what?
"But the thing that worried me most was that Tom would get so confused and panicky that he'd jump overboard. In my mind I had a completely clear picture of him doing it."
"Me too," Mitch said. "I have the same picture. He did it, didn't he? He jumped in and you went after him and pulled him out."
Bliss said, "Ssshhh. Just listen, okay?"
"He didn't jump," Helen said. "He didn't go berserk, either. Here we come to the point of the story-Helen's Finest Hour. How did I get started on this, anyway? It's disgusting."
The candle hissed and flared. The flame was burning in a pool of wax. Helen watched it flare up twice more, and then it died. The room went gray.
Bliss began to rub Helen's back. "Go on," she said.
"I just talked him down," Helen said. "You know, I put my arm around his shoulder and said, Hey, Tom, isn't this something! Look at that big old whale! Wow! Here he comes again, Tom, hold on! And then I'd laugh like crazy. I made like I was having the time of my life, and Tom fell for it. He calmed right down. Pretty soon after that the whale took off and we went back to sh.o.r.e. I don't know why I brought it up. It was just that even though I felt really afraid, I went ahead and acted as if I was flying high. I guess that's the thing I'm most proud of."
"Thank you, Helen," Mitch said. "Thank you for sharing that with us. I know I sound phony but I mean it."
"You don't talk about yourself enough," Bliss said. Then she called, "Okay, Ted-it's your turn."
Ted did not answer.
Bliss called his name again.
"I think he's asleep," Mitch said. He moved closer to the sofa and looked at Ted. He nodded. "Dead to the world."
"Asleep," Helen said. "Oh, G.o.d."
Bliss hugged Helen from behind. "Mitch, come here," she said. "Love circle."
Helen pulled away. "No," she said.
"Why don't we wake him up?" Mitch suggested.
"Forget it," Helen told him. "Once Ted goes under he stays under. Nothing can bring him up. Watch." She went to the sofa, raised her hand, and slapped Ted across the face.
He groaned softly and turned over.
"See?" Helen said.
"What a slug," Bliss said.
"Don't you dare call him names," Helen told her. "Not in front of me anyway. Ted is my husband. Forever and ever. I only did that to make a point."
Mitch said, "Helen, do you want to talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about," Helen answered. "I made my own bed." She hefted the jug of wine. "Who needs a refill?"
Mitch and Bliss looked at each other. "My energy level isn't too high," Bliss said.
Mitch nodded. "Mine's pretty low, too."
"Then we'll just have to bring it up," Helen said. She left the room and came back with three candles and a mirror. She screwed one of the candles into the holder and held a match to the wick. It sputtered, then caught. Helen felt the heat of the flame on her cheek. "There," she said, "that's more like it." Mitch and Bliss drew closer as Helen took a gla.s.s vial from her pocket and spilled the contents onto the mirror. She looked up at them and grinned.
"I don't believe this," Bliss said. "Where did you get it?"
Helen shrugged.
"That's a lot of toot," Mitch said.
"We'll just have to do our best," Helen said. "We've got all day."
Bliss looked at the mirror. "I really should go to work."
"Me too," Mitch said. He laughed, and Bliss laughed with him. They watched over Helen's shoulder as Helen bent down to sift the gleaming crystal. First she chopped it with a razor. Then she began to spread it out. Mitch and Bliss smiled up at her from the mirror, and Helen smiled back between them. Their faces were rosy with candlelight. They were the faces of three well-wishers, carolers, looking in at Helen though a window filling up with snow.
The Rich Brother
There were two brothers, Pete and Donald.
Pete, the older brother, was in real estate. He and his wife had a Century 21 franchise in Santa Cruz. Pete worked hard and made a lot of money, but not any more than he thought he deserved. He had two daughters, a sailboat, a house from which he could see a thin slice of the ocean, and friends doing well enough in their own lives not to wish bad luck on him. Donald, the younger brother, was still single. He lived alone, painted houses when he found the work, and got deeper in debt to Pete when he didn't.
No one would have taken them for brothers. Where Pete was stout and hearty and at home in the world, Donald was bony, grave, and obsessed with the fate of his soul. Over the years Donald had worn the images of two different Perfect Masters around his neck. Out of devotion to the second of these he entered an ashram in Berkeley, where he nearly died of undiagnosed hepat.i.tis. By the time Pete finished paying the medical bills Donald had become a Christian. He drifted from church to church, then joined a pentecostal community that met somewhere in the Mission District to sing in tongues and swap prophecies.
Pete couldn't make sense of it. Their parents were both dead, but while they were alive neither of them had found it necessary to believe in anything. They managed to be decent people without making fools of themselves, and Pete had the same ambition. He thought that the whole thing was an excuse for Donald to take himself seriously.
The trouble was that Donald couldn't content himself with worrying about his own soul. He had to worry about everyone else's, and especially Pete's. He handed down his judgments in ways that he seemed to consider subtle: through significant silence, innuendo, looks of mild despair that said, Brother, what have you come to Brother, what have you come to? What Pete had come to, as far as he could tell, was prosperity. That was the real issue between them. Pete prospered and Donald did not prosper.
At the age of forty Pete took up sky diving. He made his first jump with two friends who'd started only a few months earlier and were already doing stunts. He never would have used the word mystical mystical, but that was how Pete felt about the experience. Later he made the mistake of trying to describe it to Donald, who kept asking how much it cost and then acted appalled when Pete told him.
"At least I'm trying something new," Pete said. "At least I'm breaking the pattern."
Not long after that conversation Donald also broke the pattern, by going to live on a farm outside Paso Robles. The farm was owned by several members of Donald's community, who had bought it and moved there with the idea of forming a family of faith. That was how Donald explained it in the first letter he sent. Every week Pete heard how happy Donald was, how "in the Lord." He told Pete that he was praying for him, he and the rest of Pete's brothers and sisters on the farm.
"I only have one brother," Pete wanted to answer, "and that's enough." But he kept this thought to himself.
In November the letters stopped. Pete didn't worry about this at first, but when he called Donald at Thanksgiving Donald was grim. He tried to sound upbeat but he didn't try hard enough to make it convincing. "Now listen," Pete said, "you don't have to stay in that place if you don't want to."
"I'll be all right," Donald answered.
"That's not the point. Being all right is not the point. If you don't like what's going on up there, then get out."
"I'm all right," Donald said again, more firmly. "I'm doing fine."
But he called Pete a week later and said that he was quitting the farm. When Pete asked him where he intended to go, Donald admitted that he had no plan. His car had been repossessed just before he left the city, and he was flat broke.
"I guess you'll have to stay with us," Pete said.
Donald put up a show of resistance. Then he gave in. "Just until I get my feet on the ground," he said.
"Right," Pete said. "Check out your options." He told Donald he'd send him money for a bus ticket, but as they were about to hang up Pete changed his mind. He knew that Donald would try hitchhiking to save the fare. Pete didn't want him out on the road all alone where some head case would pick him up, where anything could happen to him.
"Better yet," he said, "I'll come and get you."
"You don't have to do that. I didn't expect you to do that," Donald said. He added, "It's a pretty long drive."
"Just tell me how to get there."
But Donald wouldn't give him directions. He said that the farm was too depressing, that Pete wouldn't like it. Instead, he insisted on meeting Pete at a service station called Jonathan's Mechanical Emporium.
"You must be kidding," Pete said.
"It's close to the highway," Donald said. "I didn't name it."
"That's one for the collection," Pete said.
The day before he left to bring Donald home, Pete received a letter from a man who described himself as "head of household" at the farm where Donald had been living. From this letter Pete learned that Donald had not quit the farm, but had been asked to leave. The letter was written on the back of a mimeographed survey form asking people to record their response to a ceremony of some kind. The last question said: What did you feel during the liturgy? a) Being a) Being b) Becoming b) Becoming c) Being and Becoming c) Being and Becoming d) None of the Above d) None of the Above e) All of the Above e) All of the Above Pete tried to forget the letter. But of course he couldn't. Each time he thought of it he felt crowded and breathless, a feeling that came over him again when he drove into the service station and saw Donald sitting against a wall with his head on his knees. It was late afternoon. A paper cup tumbled slowly past Donald's feet, pushed by the damp wind.
Pete honked and Donald raised his head. He smiled at Pete, then stood and stretched. His arms were long and thin and white. He wore a red bandanna across his forehead, a T-s.h.i.+rt with a couple of words on the front. Pete couldn't read them because the letters were inverted.
"Grow up," Pete yelled. "Get a Mercedes."
Donald came up to the window. He bent down and said, "Thanks for coming. You must be totally whipped."
"I'll make it." Pete pointed at Donald's T-s.h.i.+rt. "What's that supposed to say?"
Donald looked down at his s.h.i.+rt front. "Try G.o.d. I guess I put it on backwards. Pete, could I borrow a couple of dollars? I owe these people for coffee and sandwiches."
Pete took five twenties from his wallet and held them out the window.
Donald stepped back as if horrified. "I don't need that much."
"I can't keep track of all these nickels and dimes," Pete said. "Just pay me back when your s.h.i.+p comes in." He waved the bills impatiently. "Go on-take it."
"Only for now." Donald took the money and went into the service station office. He came out carrying two orange sodas, one of which he gave to Pete as he got into the car. "My treat," he said.
"No bags?"
"Wow, thanks for reminding me." Donald balanced his drink on the dashboard, but the slight rocking of the car as he got out tipped it onto the pa.s.senger's seat, where half its contents foamed over before Pete could s.n.a.t.c.h it up again. Donald looked on while Pete held the bottle out the window, soda running down his fingers.
"Wipe it up," Pete told him. "Quick!"
"With what?"
Pete stared at Donald. "That s.h.i.+rt. Use the s.h.i.+rt."
Donald pulled a long face but did as he was told, his pale skin puckering against the wind.
"Great, just great," Pete said. "We haven't even left the gas station yet."
Afterwards, on the highway, Donald said, "This is a new car, isn't it?"
"Yes. This is a new car."
"Is that why you're so upset about the seat?"
"Forget it, okay? Let's just forget about it."
"I said I was sorry."
Pete said, "I just wish you'd be more careful. These seats are made of leather. That stain won't come out, not to mention the smell. I don't see why I can't have leather seats that smell like leather instead of orange pop."
"What was wrong with the other car?"
Pete glanced over at Donald. Donald had raised the hood of the blue sweats.h.i.+rt he'd put on. The peaked hood above his gaunt, watchful face gave him the look of an inquisitor.
"There wasn't anything wrong with it," Pete said. "I just happened to like this one better."
Donald nodded.
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