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Show 164 adulation of her into a bright and bitter regret for all those nights I'd been with her parked in the Chevy, all those nights I had sat worshipping her, keeping cool with her, afraid I would melt the goddess-while on other nights with Bill she was warmly embraced, humanly on her back, humanly penetrated I talked with Cathy Bradley, who was getting married that summer, and she told me that Kate and her husband Mark Wells were living in Chicago, that Kate liked it there and was doing great. Ross Jaegar didn't fool around with girls anymore, being married to one now, from Corpus Christi, but she let him out for a drink now and then, and we had a couple and he told me he was going to go to medical school. He was all business now: pre-med, then medical school, then pull it in. He had another drink and told me he'd heard about my old flame Avis Carter. "I know," I said. "She got married and lives in Pueblo and has a kid. Or two or three for all I know." He shook his head. "Not two or three, old buddy. She was in this wreck." "A car wreck?" "Yeah. Paralyzed her from the waist down." He winked and slugged me on the arm. "That'll sure cramp her style, huh?" I felt lost, in limbo. My mother wanted me to settle in Escalante, and my father said the farm was big enough for both Davy and me, we could get more land later when things got going. I saw their point. Felicia had two children now, absorbed with her own family. Faustina, who had worked on the Bomb at Los Alamos, was going to Berkeley for her Ph.D. Henry already had a job flying for United and lived in Los Angeles. Only Davy and I were left, but he wanted to be a farmer, I didn't. My mother was very tenacious. With grey in her black hair, her face lined with age and worry, having seen |
