Beauty Queens Part 19
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Sometimes, it was a girl just waiting for a bus, but in her eyes Mary Lou recognized the feral quality. That was a girl who wanted to race trains under the moon, a girl who liked the feel of silk stockings against her skin, the whisper promise of a boy's neck under her lips, who did not want to wait for life to choose her but wished to do the choosing herself. It made Mary Lou ache with everything she held back.
Over a dinner of leftover veggie meatloaf, she asked her mother about these girls on the edges of life. Had they been cursed, too? They seemed okay. And their clothes were b.i.t.c.hin'.
"I'm not their mother," she answered, as if that settled it.
Mary Lou's sister, Annie, walked in then, her eyes haunted, her s.h.i.+rt covered in spit-up formula. Her mother gave a small nod as if to say, "You see what happens?"
"Don't forget your vitamin," her mother said.
"I never do," Annie answered in a rag-thin voice.
Annie had been a wild girl, too. Together, the sisters had sailed out over the creek on a tire swing tied to a fat tree limb by a knotted fist of rope. They took turns flinging their heads back in defiance of gravity, letting the ends of their hair trail along the water's surface, reveling in the feeling of weightlessness. Later, they made tiny tattoos on their skin with a blue Sharpie.
"I'll be a sorceress," Annie said, inking a star into her palm.
"I'll be a pirate queen named Josephine," Mary Lou said. She'd chosen an ancient Celtic design she'd seen in a book from the library.
"I'll turn your s.h.i.+p into a dragon."
"I'll tame the dragon and ride it to the ends of the world."
"That's a very good plan. Let's be pirate queens together and roam the seas like we own them," Annie said. "We could ride motorbikes across the Indian countryside and watch the sun turn the land the color of saffron. It does that, you know. Or we could go to Prague and put our hands on the crumbling stones of the churches and imagine all the other hands that have touched there." Annie read from a copy of On the Road she'd checked out of the library. "'The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time.'"
Annie s.h.i.+mmied out of her dress and Mary Lou saw that her sister's body had ripened over the year. She was sixteen, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were full and firm. Her hips curved like treble clefs, notations in a music Mary Lou had yet to hear.
Annie pa.s.sed her hands up those curves. Her eyes had a dreamy quality. "I feel like I'm too much for one body to hold. Do you ever feel like that?"
"No," Mary Lou answered. She was twelve.
"You will, Pirate Queen."
With a fierce yell, Annie cannonballed into the cold, clear water, making as much of a splash as possible, soaking Mary Lou in her wake. For the first time she could remember, Mary Lou had the sense that her sister stood apart from her, that though she could jump in after, they would not share exactly the same water. She tried not to be afraid.
One Thursday in March, the circus had come through Humble, Nebraska, like a rogue spring wind, the kind that kicks pollen into the air and sends the shoots up too early. Annie bent toward the sun of that circus like a March daffodil, blooming full. She especially loved the daring acrobats, and one in particular, a dark-eyed, ruddy-cheeked boy named Jacques-Paul. He had a crooked front tooth that reminded Mary Lou of a lady crossing her legs, and when he smiled, there was something slightly naughty in it. Annie felt the pull of that circus in her bones. She spent her afternoons with the lion tamers and clowns. The bearded lady taught her to play the mandolin, and the snake charmer said she was a natural. But she always ended up in the big tent, her eyes trained on Jacques-Paul as he defied the odds, grabbing through thin air at nothing, finding temporary safety in the bar at the last minute.
"Climb," he commanded and extended a hand.
Annie shed her shoes and stockings and scaled the ladder. On the platform, she closed her eyes and put out her hands. And then she was screaming and laughing far above the net, his arm around her waist like the surest harness.
It was during lunch period that Mary Lou saw Annie standing by the chain-link fence that guarded the middle school's muddy running track. Her battered, b.u.t.ter-plaid suitcase was at her feet. She'd stopped wearing her hair in pigtails, and now it ranged about her shoulders like kudzu, untamed, uncontainable.
"I can't live in a cage," she told Mary Lou without tears. "I'm leaving with the circus." Jacques-Paul leaned against the hood of a beat-up blue Impala playing with a yo-yo.
Mary Lou wanted to ask her sister about the plans they'd made, about being pirate queens who played by their own rules. "What will you do?" she asked instead.
"I'll see the world's biggest ball of yarn and play my mandolin outside diners. We're going to take pictures at the Dinosaur Pit. Jacques-Paul's going to teach me to be an acrobat. He says I can do it. I think he might be a little wild, like us."
Mary Lou wasn't certain. He didn't smell right. She glanced at Jacques-Paul's hands to see if they were sure enough to bear a wild girl's weight. She guessed it was hard to tell just by looking. Mary Lou closed one eye and tried to imagine Annie singing from the pa.s.senger seat of that Impala as they traveled the asphalt arteries of the nation. Behind them, the circus wagons were loaded up and ready to roll. All those traps in the back of the bear wagon made Mary Lou nervous.
"You better write," Mary Lou said at last.
The first postcard arrived on a Thursday. It had pictures like an old Technicolor movie and was from somewhere called Peoria, Illinois. Other postcards followed: Topeka, Kansas. St. Cloud, Minnesota. Marfa, Texas. Norman, Oklahoma. Sometimes, pictures arrived in long, flat brown envelopes. Annie posing with a whip beside the striped circus tent. A bear in a fez on a unicycle. Moss-laden trees you'd never find in Nebraska. The world's largest pile of shoes. No note would accompany these. Annie would simply write a caption on the back. "Miss Novak admonishes the tent for its fas.h.i.+on faux pas." "Bear on Unicycle, Series 12." "World's largest pile of air fresheners next stop." For a time, there were no pictures or postcards. And then there was a strip from a photo booth. In these stacked blocks of portraiture, Annie stared at the camera, unchanged from frame to frame. Her face was pale and her eyes, haunted. She'd written nothing on the back.
Annie returned to them in the fall with a belly too swollen for flying in the big tent. Jacques-Paul sulked about the house, sullen and cramped, till even his shadow grew small. Sometimes Annie stood at the back screen door listening to the night howl, her hands pressed against the metal webbing that left indentations in the pads of her fingers. One afternoon, Mary Lou heard raised voices and crying and door slamming. She came out to see Jacques-Paul packing his tights, harnesses, and yo-yo into the trunk.
"I am a performer," he croaked. "You knew that when you met me."
"You're some performer, all right!" Annie screamed and hurled the rattle she'd gotten at the baby shower given by the Lutheran Ladies' Auxiliary. The rattle was made of pure silver and had come wrapped in tissue paper from a store in Kearney. It landed with a thud near Jacques-Paul's feet.
He looked down at the toy and his shoulders sagged under some invisible, impossible weight. "You'll figure it out. You always do," he said, climbing into the car. The Impala kicked up dust as it squealed out.
"He didn't smell right. Even Mary Lou could tell," Annie cried, her eyes red-lined.
"Cursed," her mother nearly spat. "Cursed," she said, softer this time.
Mary Lou rescued the rattle. In the kitchen sink, she washed off the dirt and wrapped it again in the crumpled tissue paper. It didn't look the same, so she put it in her mother's closet among the handbags and summer blankets.
Mary Lou found the pictures of her mother in an old shoe box on the high shelf. In the photos, her mother was young, a girl of seventeen or so, and her face was not so tired. She wore a red dress with big bra.s.s b.u.t.tons down the front. The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house. Mary Lou could sense the wildness beneath her mother's skin.
Mary Lou marched in and slapped the picture down by her mother's knitting. She folded her arms and waited for a response. Her mother squinted at the girl in the photo as if she were a distant relation whose name she struggled to remember. Without dropping a st.i.tch, she nodded at the day's paper. "There's a pageant tryout in Omaha this weekend. Thought we could go see what all the fuss is about."
Mary Lou had never been to Omaha.
This was the reason, then, that she had entered the pageants. Her mother wasn't having Mary Lou turn out like Annie. The pageants got Mary Lou out of town, plus they were closely chaperoned and the girls were kept constantly busy. Far from any influence that might whisper unwanted thoughts and feelings to her too-weak soul, she was safe from the change. But here on the island, with the warm breeze tickling its fingers over her bare skin, the ever-present threat to survival keeping her body in a state of fight-or-flight, without the chaperones and routines and control - without the ring! - she was at the mercy of her body.
Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to head it off by thinking of terrible things. This is what her mother and the nuns had said to do when the curse came on. But she was too tired to fight it tonight. Her teeth grew sharper; her senses heightened; her skin tickled and warmed till she was forced to shuck her clothes. The wind caressed her nakedness, and she gasped at the unwelcome, but not unwanted, joy of it. Under the moon's besotted gaze, she ran deep into the jungle, her body strong, her every sense heightened. That was the shameful part - how good it felt to command her body in this way. How erotic the thrill of it! Like a caged beast finally allowed to hunt. Her mother called it a curse, and she understood that it was, that she had to control her urges. But somewhere deep down, she loved the sheer heady freedom of it. In this state, she was not afraid of the jungle, but part of it.
"I'm weightless, Annie," she whispered into the syrup-thick air.
At the cliff's top she saw the small campfire and the man in the sleeping bag. He was sheltered by the ledge. Her breath caught. He was gorgeous. She crept closer. Firelight sent shadow fingers to caress his tattooed face as Mary Lou wished she could. n.o.body looked like that in Nebraska. Nearby was a backpack with his name: Tane Ngata. Department of Ornithology.
She wanted to wake him and ask if he knew a way off the island, but she couldn't let him see her like this. She was no patient princess waiting to be plucked and taken off to a castle. No. She was naked. Exposed. Her body full of want and need. Desire. He was like the sleeping prince in a fairy tale, and she had the urge to kiss him. But the prince would never want a cursed girl like her. Still, in her wild-girl state, she could not resist the smell of him, and so she inched carefully forward, put her face to his neck and inhaled.
The prince startled awake. Frightened, Mary Lou scampered back into the jungle. Her foot came down on a rope. With a sharp jerk, the net trap scooped her up and slammed her against the side of a tree. Her shoulder burned with pain and she cried out.
"h.e.l.lo?" someone called. The prince with the backpack approached. He carried a kerosene lamp.
Mary Lou tried to remain silent, but her shoulder hurt and a small hiss escaped. The prince looked up to see her still swinging from the tree.
"Got yourself caught up there, eh?"
She said nothing in response.
"No worries. I'll get you down."
He put the lamp on the ground, and with a knife in his teeth, he s.h.i.+mmied up the tree till he was just above her. Another acrobat. What was it with her family and flying men? She s.h.i.+vered a bit at the sight of the knife.
"Give me your hand," he said. She was too afraid to touch him. "All right. That's cool. Try to relax everything in case I drop the rope."
Mary Lou felt a surge of panic. She thrust her hand at him. He held on to her, and with his other hand, he cut through the rope. There was a drop and Mary Lou dangled above the ground.
"It's all right, mate. I've got you," the prince said.
His hand was sure, but Mary Lou was afraid. With a thump, she dropped to the ground, wincing in pain, then scurried to hide her nakedness behind a bush.
The prince climbed down. He looked worried. "You okay?" He waited for a response. "Don't suppose you've seen a big bird, wing-span of a small plane, likes s.h.i.+ny things?"
Mary Lou held her breath and counted her heartbeats.
"Yeah, me neither. That's a taro plant, that big, elephant-eared thing you're crouching behind. If you cook it, it's delicious. If you eat it raw, it'll kill you. Kind of a dodgy plant when you think about it, yeah?"
He laughed, and it warmed her. "By the way, it's about three o'clock. If you were wondering." Pause. "Probably not. I like these hours. Feels like you could live inside your dreams, have a walkabout. You know?" Pause. "Yeah. All right, mate. I'm gonna get some sleep. Big day tomorrow. Taking my boat round the north side -"
"You have a boat? Are you a pirate?" Mary Lou started to step out, remembered her state, and ducked back behind the taro plant.
"Yeah. I mean, no. I mean, yeah, got a boat - well, it's a dinghy, light craft. And no, I'm not a pirate. I'm an ornithologist. Student, really. At university, second year. I'm looking for a rare bird, the Venusian raptorus. Are you a pirate?"
"I might be," Mary Lou said. A new confidence surged in her. She liked this funny prince.
"Cool. Say something piratey."
"Like what?"
"Don't know. You're the possible pirate, aren't you, mate?"
Back at the swimming hole in Nebraska, Mary Lou had pretended that she was a pirate queen. Now, she wished she were one. She wished she were anything but a cursed wild girl, a beast. How she wanted to thank this prince with a kiss. But he would see the way she was, her carnality and need, and he would shrink back in disgust like Billy. It would never work out.
"You sure you're okay?"
She didn't answer him, and he looked disappointed. Mary Lou bit her lip. "Be safe. Be good," her mother had said. But she didn't want to follow her mother's advice and sleepwalk through the days. Was it really so terrible to be a wild girl? Could it be any worse than lying about yourself?
She peeked her head above the top of the plant. "I'm not a pirate. I'm a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I'm not a s.l.u.t or a nympho or someone who's just asking for it. And if I talk too loud it's just that I'm trying to be heard."
She stood panting. Her nose ran. She wiped it on her arm.
"Okay," the prince said.
Mary Lou pushed aside the leaves and stuck her head out a bit farther. "Did - did you say okay?'
"Yeah."
He smiled.
"You're not scared of me? You don't think I'm some kind of unnatural girl, a beast?"
He gave her the smallest smile. "Nah. Well, I mean, all the best people have a little beast in them. I'm Tane, by the way."
Mary Lou could taste desire in the back of her mouth like a sugary caramel. "Josephine," she said, using her old name from the days before she knew of her curse, when she was weightless. "Queen of the Wild Girls."
"How'd you get here?" he asked.
Mary Lou was jolted back to her predicament - the plane crash, the survivors, the need for rescue. But she felt less in danger at this moment than she ever had. It was like being inside a living dream that she could control. Later, she would tell him. Yes, there would be time for that later. She just wanted to stay with this moment a bit longer.
"I'm not really here. You're just dreaming," she answered and stepped out from behind the covering of the plant. He registered her nakedness with a small intake of breath, followed by the lightest of sighs, and this pleased her. She gave his neck another sniff. He smelled of fire smoke, salt breezes, and man. "And since this is a dream, I'm going to kiss you now."
"Fair enough," he said.
She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
In the morning, Adina offered to help Mary Lou find her ring.
"Oh, that old thing. Don't need it. Thanks anyway," Mary Lou said with a smile, and watched Adina shake her head in confusion.
The next night around three, Mary Lou ran through the jungle full-bore, relis.h.i.+ng the freedom. It did not feel like a jolt of panic anymore, this change in her body, but like a part of her was being integrated into all the other parts. She was full.
She came to Tane, waking him with a kiss, and they swam in the cool waters of a lagoon. She told him about the plane crash and all they'd done to survive. They talked about what it might be like to sail around the world for a year. How hard it was to be yourself in the world. Tane told Mary Lou about the wing structures of birds and evolution, and the time he had to pee on his little brother's jellyfish bite to stop the sting. Mary Lou told Tane about the family curse, about Billy and the Dinosaur Pit, the world's largest pile of shoes, and Annie and Jacques-Paul's ill-fated romance.
"I knew he wasn't the one. He didn't smell right, and his hands were weak. He said he liked the wildness in her, but I don't think he really did. I think he was sort of threatened by it. And she wanted so much to make him happy that she forgot how to make herself happy," Mary Lou said, resting her head against Tane's chest.
"That's not happiness. That's a kind of murder, yeah?"
"Yeah," Mary Lou said.
"There's something I need to tell you, too. I had to be sure I could trust you first," Tane said. His voice was no longer playful.
"What is it?"
"I'm not just looking for birds. I'm an eco-warrior. This island used to belong to my people before The Corporation pushed them out and took it over."
"But this island is deserted. We've been here for weeks. I swear, there's n.o.body here."
"They were here. My people talk about it still. How they came to drill and mine. They violated the land and tested products on the animals. Made them very sick, killed a lot of them. They say the Venus bird was so sad, she flew away and was never seen again. The great volcano G.o.ddess was silenced, her fire extinguished by her tears."
"That's awful." Mary Lou had rolled onto her stomach so that she could see Tane's face.
"A few years ago, my people lost all contact with the island. The Corporation closed us out. Whatever they're doing here is top secret. And the authorities are all paid off. So I decided to come on my own, see what they're up to. Tomorrow I have to go to the other side, near the volcano. Might be gone a bit. Then I'll go get help, get you off this island. I'll be back - I promise."
Mary Lou pictured Jacques-Paul climbing into his Impala and kicking up dust as he pulled away forever. "Don't promise."
He lifted her chin with his finger. "I promise. I'll even leave my bedroll and lantern here."
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