Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town Part 3
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Alan met Krishna the next morning at ten a.m., as Alan was running a table saw on the neighbors' front lawn, sawing studs up to fit the second wall. Krishna came out of the house in a dirty dressing gown, his short hair matted with gel from the night before. He was tall and fit and muscular, his brown calves flas.h.i.+ng through the vent of his housecoat. He was smoking a hand-rolled cigarette and clutching a can of c.o.ke.
Alan shut down the saw and s.h.i.+fted his goggles up to his forehead. "Good morning," he said. "I'd stay on the porch if I were you, or maybe put on some shoes. There're lots of nails and splinters around."
Krishna, about to step off the porch, stepped back. "You must be Alvin,"
he said.
"Yup," Alan said, going up the stairs, sticking out his hand. "And you must be Krishna. You're pretty good with a guitar, you know that?"
Krishna shook briefly, then s.n.a.t.c.hed his hand back and rubbed at his stubble. "I know. You're pretty f.u.c.king loud with a table saw."
Alan looked sheepish. "Sorry about that. I wanted to get the heavy work done before it got too hot. Hope I'm not disturbing you too much -- today's the only sawing day. I'll be hammering for the next day or two, then it's all wet work -- the loudest tool I'll be using is sandpaper. Won't take more than four days, tops, anyway, and we'll be in good shape."
Krishna gave him a long, considering look. "What are you, anyway?"
"I'm a writer -- for now. Used to have a few shops."
Krishna blew a plume of smoke off into the distance. "That's not what I mean. What *are* you, Adam? Alan? Andrew? I've met people like you before. There's something not right about you."
Alan didn't know what to say to that. This was bound to come up someday.
"Where are you from?"
"Up north. Near Kapuskasing," he said. "A little town."
"I don't believe you," Krishna said. "Are you an alien? A fairy? What?"
Alan shook his head. "Just about what I seem, I'm afraid. Just a guy."
"Just about, huh?" he said.
"Just about."
"There's a lot of wiggle room in *just about*, Arthur. It's a free country, but just the same, I don't think I like you very much. Far as I'm concerned, you could get lost and never come back."
"Sorry you feel that way, Krishna. I hope I'll grow on you as time goes by."
"I hope that you won't have the chance to," Krishna said, flicking the dog end of his cigarette toward the sidewalk.
Alan didn't like or understand Krishna, but that was okay. He understood the others just fine, more or less. Natalie had taken to helping him out after her cla.s.ses, mudding and taping the drywall, then sanding it down, priming, and painting it. Her brother Link came home from work sweaty and grimy with road dust, but he always grabbed a beer for Natalie and Alan after his shower, and they'd sit on the porch and kibbitz.
Mimi was less hospitable. She sulked in her room while Alan worked on the soundwall, coming downstairs only to fetch her breakfast and coldly ignoring him then, despite his cheerful greetings. Alan had to force himself not to stare after her as she walked into the kitchen, carrying yesterday's dishes down from her room; then out again, with a sandwich on a fresh plate. Her curly hair bounced as she stomped back and forth, her soft, round b.u.t.tocks flexing under her long-johns.
On the night that Alan and Natalie put the first coat of paint on the wall, Mimi came down in a little baby-doll dress, thigh-high striped tights, and chunky shoes, her face painted with swaths of glitter.
"You look wonderful, baby," Natalie told her as she emerged onto the porch. "Going out?"
"Going to the club," she said. "DJ None Of Your f.u.c.king Business is spinning and Krishna's going to get me in for free."
"Dance music," Link said disgustedly. Then, to Alan, "You know this stuff? It's not playing music, it's playing *records*. Snore."
"Sounds interesting," Alan said. "Do you have any of it I could listen to? A CD or some MP3s?"
"Oh, *that's* not how you listen to this stuff," Natalie said. "You have to go to a club and *dance*."
"Really?" Alan said. "Do I have to take ecstasy, or is that optional?"
"It's mandatory," Mimi said, the first words she'd spoken to him all week. "Great fistfuls of E, and then you have to consume two pounds of candy necklaces at an after-hours orgy."
"Not really," Natalie said, *sotto voce*. "But you *do* have to dance. You should go with, uh, Mimi, to the club. DJ None Of Your f.u.c.king Business is *amazing*."
"I don't think Mimi wants company," Alan said.
"What makes you say that?" Mimi said, making a dare of it with hipshot body language. "Get changed and we'll go together. You'll have to pay to get in, though."
Link and Natalie exchanged a raised eyebrow, but Alan was already headed for his place, fumbling for his keys. He bounded up the stairs, swiped a washcloth over his face, threw on a pair of old cargo pants and a faded Steel Pole Bathtub T-s.h.i.+rt he'd bought from a head-shop one day because he liked the words' incongruity, though he'd never heard the band, added a faded jean jacket and a pair of high-tech sneakers, grabbed his phone, and bounded back down the stairs. He was convinced that Mimi would be long gone by the time he got back out front, but she was still there, the stripes in her stockings glowing in the slanting light.
"Retro chic," she said, and laughed nastily. Natalie gave him a thumbs up and a smile that Alan uncharitably took for a simper, and felt guilty about it immediately afterward. He returned the thumbs up and then took off after Mimi, who'd already started down Augusta, headed for Queen Street.
"What's the cover charge?" he said, once he'd caught up.
"Twenty bucks," she said. "It's an all-ages show, so they won't be selling a lot of booze, so there's a high cover."
"How's the play coming?"
"f.u.c.k off about the play, okay?" she said, and spat on the sidewalk.
"All right, then," he said. "I'm going to start writing my story tomorrow," he said.
"Your story, huh?"
"Yup."
"What's that for?"
"What do you mean?" he asked playfully.
"Why are you writing a story?"
"Well, I have to! I've completely redone the house, built that soundwall -- it'd be a shame not to write the story now."
"You're writing a story about your house?"
"No, *in* my house. I haven't decided what the story's about yet. That'll be job one tomorrow."
"You did all that work to have a place to write? Man, I thought *I* was into procrastination."
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