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Show 3*7 Good.' And meanwhile get your junk out of my room.'" "I can't wait."1 She was fumbling with the buttons on her coat. When she jerked up her purse to leave, it fell open, spilling out tissues, comb, lipstick, change purse, keys, all. She swore viciously. Si.e started to kneel, couldn't in that long skirt, wasn't about to squat, and so aiked the skirt up above her knees and got down on them, scooping the stuff back into her purse. Her face was pasty white. She was in a rage and I watched her mercilessly. But then I saw that she was crying and I couldn't watch, I turned away into the bedroom and waited there, silently urging her to hurry, to get it all together and to get the hell out. Because to hell with her, why should I get up before I needed to, cater to her, go out of my way for her and then get slammed? To hell with her and Carrie and the whole damned world.' I was going to crawl back in bed and enjoy the rest of this morning. Of every monning.' But she didn't leave, and didn't -- I assumed?" she was trying to fix her eyes, get the tears plugged up and the damage repaired, # put some color on her cheeks. I was stripped down to pants but I was not going to take them off before sr.e was gone, being naked is just too damned vulnerable, so I held them closed at the waist, tightly. front The/door opened, then slammed closed so hard the building vibrated, prints sk'ihh\yih$ dancing on the walls, all these naked girls of Reno i r ' s .e«i«aw on the livingroom wall. Probably everybody in the building jumped. I jumped out of my pants and kicked them aside and they were still sailing when I heard the scream, not a loud one, more a small hopeless cry, but it was sharp and it penetrated me. I heard the bumping down the stairs,the solid thump, the silence. It was the kind of cry we all know and fear even if we have never heard one, a cry of helplessness, of hopelessness, one of those cries uttered on the moment of going, maybe not to return. It lodged in me like a /spear-point that I will carry to my end. At the moment I heard it, it siezed my heart, a terrible grip. It so galvanized me that I have only the vaguest memory of crossing the living- |
