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Show -9 held down with a twisted piece of baling wire. J. Cash rapped the dashboard with his knuckles to get ray attention. "You're asking yourself why anybody would leave such circumstances." He held out his hand for the bottle and tilted it back; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down and the truck swooped from lane to lane. I closed my eyes and said a little prayer. "Mine is a true story and I'm going to give you the benefit of hearing it all the way through. It will help you later in life." I opened my eyes; we were driving through a gray-blue day, full of that peculiar light that falls only near the sea. "It was all my wife's money, you see," J. Cash said. "She was the granddaughter of a former governor of Utah and a damn good Mormon herself. I was the only weak spot in her character; other than loving me she was a credit to her family. And rich: I could have lived high on the hog without lifting a finger." "Some people just can't stand happiness," I said. Blue-gray light fell on us from all directions; it hammered through the yellowing windshield with its milky corners, and made me hold my eyes half-closed so I could see better. "Don't make smart remarks," he said. "It just shows your ignorance." He looked at me with suspicion. "Sometimes when you say something, you sound like an Easterner. |
