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Show 127 would cope with a Yes. So I went to whores, paid my money, kept my shoes on and left the rest up to her. I could get along without ecstasy. After Ross was called I stayed on in San Francisco for about a week before I got so lonely that I went back to Escalante to wait my orders. I wasn't about to stay down on the farm and let Dad put me to work, so I lived in town with Fanny and her husband, Bert Faucault. Bert and his father ran sheep and now and then I rode out to their ranch and helped them with them, those stinking sheep, but mostly I slept late and then loafed around town, in the afternoons sitting in Applegate's Drugs and drinking coffee and talking with whomever came in. Avis was married and moved away but I looked all the other girls over, now with an experienced eye; they all looked like they put out, but not to me. Cathy Bradley came in for breaks from her job in the dress shop across the street but I didn't look her over, she being Kate's best friend. She told me that Kate and her husband weren't getting along too well and had separated, and then Kate herself showed up. She looked older, even better looking but somehow harried by the world too. She was nineteen, I was almost the same, but she seemed much older than me. We had coffee together a few times and I told her how hard it was just sitting around waiting, that I wished I'd gotten a job, but I should get my orders any day. I told her how I'd started reading so much I was afraid I'd ruin my eyes and not be able to fly. "I know what you mean," she said. "I feel the same way, waiting for this damned divorce." "Are you getting a divorce?" I knew she had filed but I didn't know if I was supposed to know it. She nodded. "I'm just waiting for it to come up in court so I can leave here." |
