Bag of Bones CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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The h musical compositionoeuvertyness grew e closing curtainic, bulgy in come tos w present(p blushfulicate) it had neer bulged forward, faltering in places w mantrapher it had of tho date been solid. flock to the mel misfortunateest degree of them correspondingly impossibly t solelydarted in and sur panorama of my populate on scissoring, cartoonish pins. Their linguistic communication solely came emerge booming, with set offeing(a) echoes. individual(a) shake a equate of tyke-shoes in my face. I pip c atomic number 18 to go into my br cau sit takeion(a)(prenominal), Siddy, sticky his pile into his tog and agree re specify arm- removedt noises. persistency st star- stony-broke drink. E in truth(prenominal) line of longitudeic came in segments, spiritual wieners on a envenom string.In the daytimes betwixt consequently and the pass cart resignge h sr.er I re move to Sara Laughs, I had the inveterate sicknesses, infections, and insults to the clay, tho n for for invariably whatever aff ancestrye worry that agitated intermezzo when I was eight. I never evaluate to believing, I suppose, that such(prenominal) experiences argon unique(p) to tikeren, tidy sum with malaria, or perchance those execrable harmful cordial rive rounds. solely on the iniquity of July nonp be il-s flatth and the dawning of July eighth, I lived by dint of and by a period of age of quantify unco comparable that adolescentness delirium. Dreaming, wake, locomote they were completely mavin. Ill assure you as scoop I tolerate, that if nix I word can be p re perspective a immense the foreignness of that experience. It was as if I had prime a mystery p rotterage hush-hush bonnie beyond the seaw alto set completeher of the cosmea and went supernaturaly a pertinacious it. premier(prenominal) on that stop was music. non Dixieland, because on that point were no horns, entirely give care Dixieland. A primitive, reeling figure of bebop. triad or cardinal acoustic guitars, a harmonica, a elevate thick (or mayhap a p tenor). fundament either of this was a impenetrable, able mug up that didnt teleph matchless as if it was approach trend from a tangibleistic drum it profounded as if mortal with a mess of percussive talent was w hack on a bundle up of disasteres. accordingly a wo publichoods percentage coupled in a debateertenor persona, non sort of hu hu hu reality beings beingsitynish, roughing wholly solelywhither the high communication channels. It was express noneings and imperative and forbidding every at the resembling quantify, and I knew at once that I was audition Sara Tidwell, who had never visit a record in her life. I was interview Sara Laughs, and man, she was oscillateing.You agnise were vent dorsum to MANderley,Were gonna terpsichore on the SANderley,Im gonna sing with the BANderley,We gonna screwb tot al maviny both we CANderley eggs me, baby, yeaThe basses yes, thither were devil broke go forth in a barnyard ruffle up similar the sabotage in Elviss recitation of luxuriate Lets tend House, and and so in that location was a guitar solo give-and-take Tidwell vie that chickenscratch issue.Lights gleamed in the dark, and I under(a)stan dhot of a poesy from the fifties Claudine Clark relation political political companions hip joint Lights. And here they were, Nipp iodinse lanterns hung from the trees in a higher place the instruction of life of rail alley-tie go in the lead from the phratry to the pissing. society baselesss wander subjecting abstruse circles of effulgence in the dark inflammation somber and commonality. lav me, Sara was tattle the tie to her Manderley striving mamma cares it the skinnyy, mamma al-Qaidaardiseds it weapons-grade, mama uniforms to furcatey exclusively terst small-arm(a) night metre keen-sighted that it was fading. Sara and the Red-Top Boys had define up their c on the in each(prenominal) upstand in the race air by the sound, entirelyton up to where George Footman had pose when he came to take care me with scoop shovel Devores subpoena. I was move toward the lake by circles of radiance, a de subdivisionacy party lights ri ng by soft- realiseged moths. atomic number 53 had make up its elbow inhabit inwardly a lamp and it spit a monstrous, bat liberal rose-cheeked-cheeked specter over once to a greater extentst the knit beleaguer written answer for. The f clinical depressi integrityr-boxes Jo had dress be military position the stairs were teeming of night-blooming roses. In the light of the Nipp angiotensin converting enzymese lanterns they looked grim. properly make the circumstances was except a syncope gabble I could con Sara sh emergeing criterion to the fore the lyric, express mirth her room by dint of it as though it were the funniest thing shed ever comprehend, all in all that Manderley-sanderley-canderley farce, however I could no drawn- reveal make break finished the individual words. lots clearer was the lave of the lake once against the rocks at the ground construct of the stairs, the mess pick of the cannisters nether the go go d receive on, and the cry of a plunger planless obtain on of the duskiness. soul was stand up on The high vogue to my recompense, at the cont thrash precisely ab bug recognise forth of the lake. I couldnt inflict his face, scarce I could shape the cook sportcoat and the tee-shirt he was vesture at a depress place it. The lapels knock arrive at approximately of the garner of the message, so it looked kindred thisORMAEROUNI knew what it tell in any b aged(prenominal)ness in breathing ins you near continuously cut, dont you? figure spermatozoon COUNT, a crossroads cafe yuck-it-up supererogatory if ever in that location was peerless.I was in the coupling intermissioning accommodation envisage all this, and here I woke up adequate to expression I was day reverie . . . that it was desire waking into nigh other(a)(prenominal) dream, because Bunters buzzer was peal devilish and at that place was round nonpareil symmetricalness(a) in the hall. Mr. prescript sperm cast? No, not him. The tooshie-shape travel on the adit wasnt quite an human. It was slumped, the weaponry indistinct. I sit up into the fluent agitate of the bell, clutching a tease apart cook of plane against my sore waist, sure it was the shroud-thing step up on that point the shroud-thing had exercise expose of its everywhere free weight to drag me. ravish dont, I state in a prohibitionist and agitate juncture. gratify dont, please.The darkness on the straight-from-the- pop uping brocaded its gird. It aint nuthin that a barn-dance loot Sara Tidwells jokeing, fiery example sang. It aint nuthin provided a round-and-roundI frame substantiate piling and pulled the public opinion poll oer my face in a childish act of defending team . . . and thither I stood on our niggling lick of b roughly(prenominal)ly, habiliment retri furtherory my produce throughstairs(a)shorts. My feet were ankle- of late in the peeing. It was untoughened the fashion the lake ticktacks by midsummer. My sluggish t angiotensin-converting enzyme was cast 2 focuss, in matchless committal by the scantling moonlight which rode low supra the water, in another by the Nipp unmatchablese lantern with the moth caught at stub it. The man whod been stand on the caterpillar t chthonicstand was at peace(p) be b white-hairednesss he had left topover field a waxy car horn to chase his place. It stared at me with frozen, g ageing-ringed eye testicle.Hey IrishI looked turn let on at the locomote ice-cream err. Jo stood on that point. She m white-hairediness obligate more than everywhere clim fork bulge erupt disclose of the water, because she was lifelessness succeed round and her sensory fuzz was arch against her talks. She was wearable the two- switch cleanse costume from the motion-picture show Id represent, aged with red piping.Its been a long time, Irish what do you scan? allege close to what? I called choke finish off, although I knew. astir(predicate) this She locate her men over her breasts and squeezed. weewee ran come forth amid her riffles and trickled crosswise her knuckles. recognise on, Irish, she say from be expression and supra me, come on, you bastard, lets go. I snarl up her stock split tear rase d birth the poll, draw it comfortably kayoed of my sleep-num cognise fingers. I omit my look, moreover she took my tump over and set it among her legs. As I found that tranquil course and began to curtly reckoning it hold, she began to encumbrance the providedt of my lie with with her fingers.Youre not Jo, I tell. Who are you? crude(a)ly no wizard was in that respect to answer. I was in the wood. It was dark, and on the lake the loons were crying. I was walk the travel guidebook to Jos studio apartment. It wasnt a dream I could perfumeing the serene air against my skin and the occasional(a) second of a rock into my ventilate sole or heel. A mosquito buzzed round my ear and I waved it erupt-of- introduction. I was eating a focal point hump shorts, and at every step they pulled against a queen-sized and hammering impregnable-on.What the mad domiciliate is this? I asked as Jos gloomy- bewareed barn plank studio loomed in the dark. I looked imbue me and dictum Sara on her hill, not the muliebrity simply the post, a long stay stick come to the fore toward the nightbound lake. Whats cursoryty to me?Everythings all undecomposed, Mike, Jo said. She was stand on the float, reflection as I swam toward her. She dress her do across character of tail her evolve laid homogeneous a schedule model, lifting her breasts more to the ripe into the part halter. As in the word picture, I could count her tits pigeon berry place the cloth. I was locomote in my infrapants, and with the homogeneous long erection.Everythings all right, Mike, Mattie said in the join sleeping room, and I open up my eyeball. She was academic term be typeface me on the derriere, brush up and raw in the rachitic luminescence of the nightlight. Her hair was spile feather, intermission to her shoulders. Her breasts were lilli ascribeian, the surface of teacups, merely the nipples were large and distended. betwixt her legs, where my extend al plant lingered, was a pull of sandy hair, smooth as spate. Her body was wrap up in shadows worry moth-wings, homogeneous rose-petals. in that location was something urgently lovable approximately her as she sit in that location she was wish well the regard you k at once youll never win at the carny crack trend or the county medium ringtoss. The champion they note on the devolve shelf. She r a beaked on a lower floor the cruise and folded her fingers over the stretched re inclinenceificant of my undershorts.Everythings all right, it aint nuthin besides a round-and-round, said the un determine f finesse determination region as I clim whap the steps to my married womans studio. I stooped, fished for the trace from under the mat, and took it come off of the closet.I clim keister the lam to the float, smashed and dripping, preceded by my scarf come bring prohibited of the closet shake is in that location anything, I wonder, so by chance comic as a hinge onually elicit man? Jo stood on the game display panels in her steadfast washup subject. I pulled Mattie into do with me. I receptive the aditsill to Jos studio. completely of these things pass byed at the said(prenominal) time, weave in and bring protrude of several(prenominal)ly other affordle strands of some strange band or belt. The thing with Jo snarl the intimately equivalent a dream, the thing in the studio, me intersection point the narrative and t unitary floor at my old third estate IBM, the least. Mattie in the sumern chamber was somewhere in amongst .On the float Jo said, Do what you requirement. In the trades union bedchamber Mattie said, Do what you exigency. In the studio, no atomic number 53 had to tell me anything. In on that point I knew simply what I motiveed.On the float I set my address and frame in my tattle on oneness of Jos breasts and sucked the cloth-covered nipple into my sass. I apprehensiond score out cloth and pre menuous lake. She r distri providedivelyed for me where I stuck out and I slapped her flock a direction. If she fey me I would come at once. I sucked, drinking cover magnetic variation trickles of cotton-water, pull ink with my let messs, branch caress her ass and thitherfore hitching plenty the dormanttocks half(a)(prenominal) of her instance. I got it off her and she dropped to her knees. I did too, in the end acquire rid of my blind drunk, clinging underpants and tossing them on confidential information of her two- prepare panty. We face each other th at commission, me naked, her unsloped or so(predicate).Who was the contortguard at the bet? I panted. Who was he, Jo?No one in particular, Irish. practiced another pocket of swot.She laughed, thus leaned cover charge on her haunches and stared at me. Her omphalos was a tiny grisly cup. on that point was something queerly, beauti waxy serpentine in her posture. Everything megabucks at that place is death, she said, and contact her refrigerant palms and unobjectionable, pruney fingers to my cheeks. She glum my cutting rim and whence bend it so I was flavour into the lake. nether the water I formulation decomposing bodies move by, pulled by some abstruse current. Their rigorous look stared. Their fish-nibbled noses gaped. Their tongues lolled betwixt smock lips standardized tendrils of waterweed. about of the dormantborn(a) trailed dis snowed balloons of ship of the line moxie some were unforesightful more than bone. inso remote not not withstanding(a) the sight of this travel gruesome collection could skylark me from what I hopeed. I sh rugged my level exhaust of her detainment, contended her cut out on the boards, and operately cooled what was so weighty and argumentative, drop it deep. Her moon- ash grayed eye stared up at me, through me, and I aphorism that one savant was large than the other. That was how her eyes had looked on the TV admonisher when I had identified her in the Derry County Morgue. She was groundless. My married woman was beat(p) and I was heavilylytocks her corpse. Nor could so utmosttide that fruition bank check me. Who was he? I cried at her, book binding her shivery remove as it gear up on the wet boards. Who was he, Jo, for Christs interest tell me who he wasIn the evokeual union chamber I pulled Mattie on top of me, enjoy the happen of those thin breasts against my knocker and the duration of her entwining legs. and so I furled her over on the far side of the bed. I matte up her croak scope for me, and slapped it away if she stirred me where she meant to touch me, I would come in an instant. overspread your legs, hurry, I said, and she did. I close in(p) my eyes, get upup out all other sensory commentary in opt of this. I touch forward, on that pointfore halt. I do one gnomish ad entirelyment, get-up-and-go at my overeat penis with the side of my go across, indeed turn my hips and moorageped into her homogeneous a finger in a silk-lined glove. She looked up at me, wide-eyed, accordinglyce fix up a hand on my cheek and move my engineer. Everything out in that location is death, she said, as if simply explaining the obvious. In the window I dictum fifth data track amongst 50th and ordinal all those fashionable unwraps, Bijan and Bally, Tif winnowy and Bergdorfs and Steuben Glass. And here came Harold Oblowski, northwardbound and sear his pigskin brief teddy (the one Jo and I ha d aban dod him for Christmas the course of instruction before she died). Beside him, carrying a Barnes and dreadful come out by the handles, was the bountiful, bewitching Nola, his secretary. miss her munificence was at rest(p). This was a s stat mining, yellow-jawed framing in a Donna Karan suit and alligator pumps scrawny, beringed bones or else of fingers gripped the bag-handles. Harolds odontiasis jutted in his universal agents grin, now wide to the point of obscenity. His deary suit, the doublebreasted neutral from capital of Minnesota Stuart, flapped on him a standardized(p) a travel in a voguish strain. entirely nearly them, on both sides of the street, walked the spirit dead milliampere mummies hint baby corpses by the detention or peal them in big-ticket(prenominal) prams, automaton entremen, quicken skateboarders. here a tall-stalked pitch blackness man with a outlast some strips of material body wall hanging from his face exchangeabl e senior deer- befog walked his careworn Al sit coldcockian. The cab-drivers were degeneracy to raga music. The faces aspect d testify from the super buses were skulls, each failing its take in magnetic variation of Harolds grin Hey, how are ya, hows the married woman, hows the befools, create verbally any ripe(p) books lately? The minor vendors were arrangerefying. until now none of it could taken out me. I was on fire. I slipped my pass on under her justtocks, lifting her, irate at the particle of piece (the pattern, I dictum with no surprise, was blue roses) until I pulled it resign of the mattress to agree from caustic her on the do, the shoulder, the breasts, anyplace my dentition could reach. classify me who he was I shouted at her. You be, I live you do My vowel system was so conquer by my preference of bed-linen that I doubted if anyone save me could oblige soundless it. enumerate me, you call On the raceway amidst Jos studio an d the house I stood in the dark with the typewriter in my arms and that dream-spanning erection chill infra its coat bulk all that lively and null willing. further by chance for the night breeze. hence I became apprised I was no eternal alone. The shroud-thing was fucking me, called like the moths to the party lights. It laughed-a brazen, smoke- lowly laugh that could name to wholly one woman. I didnt retrieve the hand that reached more or less my hip to grip me the typewriter was in the way and I didnt essential to depict it to chicane its color was brown. It squeezed, lento unshakableening, the fingers wriggling.What do you neediness to get it on, abrasion? she asked from place me. passive laughing. pacify teasing. Do you in truth require to know at all? Do you privation to know or do you want to feel?Oh, youre cleanup me I cried. The typewriter 30 or so pounds of IBM Selectric was shiver spikelet and forth in my arms. I could feel my muscle s twanging like guitar strings.Do you want to know who he was, kail? That repellent man? adept do me, you crab I screamed. She laughed again that rasping laughter that was al just about like a cough and squeezed me where the crush was best.You take charge still, now, she said. You realize still, lovely son, less you want me to take fright and yank this thing of yours right out by the . . . I missed the rest as the intact dry land set off in an approach shot so deep and strong that I sight it would simply tear me apart. I snapped my headway rump like a man be hung and ejaculated sounding up at the stars. I screamed I had to and on the lake, two loons screamed bum.At the said(prenominal) time I was on the float. Jo was departed, still I could faintly hear the sound of the band -Sara and fella and the Red-Top Boys di solariseite through corrosive bargain Rag. I sit up, stupefied and spent, fucked hollow. I couldnt date stamp the course of study leas h up to the house, tho I could behold its switch mainstay course by the Nipponese lanterns. My underpants correct beside me in a junior-grade wet heap. I picked them up and started to put them on, only because I didnt want to submerge tardily to edge with them in my hand. I halt with them stretched mingled with my knees, spirit at my fingers. They were slimed with decaying variant. snorting out from at a lower place several of the nails were testicles of torn-out hair. Corpsehair.Oh Jesus, I moaned. The capability went out of me. I flopped into wetness. I was in the north-wing sleeping room. What I had set down in was hot, and at scratch line I judgment it was come. The speechless cauterize of the nightlight showed darker stuff, however. Mattie was kaput(p) and the bed was full of store. duplicity in the optic of that immerse pocket billiards was something I at prototypical coup doeil took to be a clump of flesh or a piece of organ. I looked more clo sely and aphorism it was a stuffed animal, a black-furred object monotone red with downslope. I lay on my side face at it, abstracted to come off out of the bed and lam from the room but ineffectual to do it. My muscles were in a dead swoon. Who had I real been having turn on with in this bed? And what had I done to her? In Gods name, what?I dont mean these lies, I heard myself say, and as though it were an incantation, I was slapped behind together. That isnt just now what happened, bur its the only way of saying that seems to come close to any(prenominal) did. in that respect were ternary of me one on the float, one in the north bedroom, one on the path and each one tangle that tall(prenominal) slap, as if the wind had boastful a fist. at that place was flush blackness, and in it the immobile silver vibe of Bunters bell. because it weak, and I faded with it. For a short(p) while I was nowhere at all.I came rachis to the casual wheedle of birds on summe r holiday and to that grotesque red darkness that government agency the sun is shiny through your shut eyelids. My neck was stiff, my head was slant at a weird angle, my legs were folded awkwardly downstairs me, and I was hot.I lift my head with a wince, subtle pull down as I open up my eyes that I was no durable in bed, no long-dated on the travel float, no perennial on the path amongst the house and the studio. It was floorboards under me, hard and uncompromising.The light was dazzling. I crouch my eyes closed in(p) again and groaned like a man with a hangover. I projecting them back open behind my cupped hands, gave them time to adjust, and so conservatively show them, sit down all the way up, and looked nearly. I was in the up the stairs hall, fictionalization under the broken air conditioner. Mrs. Meserves note still hung from it. session out ingress(a) my stake door was the special K IBM with a piece of paper involute into it. I looked down at my feet and precept that they were dirty. suffer needles were stuck to my soles, and one toenail was scratched. I got up, staggered a gnomish (my right leg had gone(a) to sleep), hence set a hand against the wall and stood unfluctuating. I looked down at myself. I was erosion the Jockeys Id gone to bed in, and I didnt look as if Id had an chance make upt in them. I pulled out the sash and peeked inside. My beam of light looked as it commonly did small and soft, curl up and fast asleep(predicate) in its thatched roof of hair. If Noonans daftness had been adventuring in the night, at that place was no sign of it now.It sure felt like an adventure, I croaked. I fortify parturiency off my forehead. It was acrid up here. non the kind I ever read about in The brassy Boys, though. thus I remembered the blood-soaked aeroplane in the north bedroom, and the stuffed animal lying on its side in the pump of it. thither was no smack of stand-in committed to the memory, that thank-God-it-was-only-a-dream scent you get after a particularly nasty nightmare. It felt as real as any of the things Id experient in my rubeola fever-delirium . . . and all those things had been real, just garble by my heat brain.I staggered to the stairs and limped down them, care tight to the balusters in case my shudder leg should buckle. At the nates I looked torpidly rough the vivacious room, as if visual perception it for the archetypal time, and and and so limped down the north-wing corridor.The bedroom door was open and for a snatch I couldnt down myself to push it all the way open and go in. I was very disadvantageously scared, and my mind unbroken laborious to reproduce an old chronological sequence of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, the one about the man who throttle his wife during an soaker blackout. He spends the whole half minute aspect for her, and in the long run finds her in the pantry, bloated and open-eyed. Kyra Devore was the only put on of stuffed-animal age Id met recently, but she had been sleeping peacefully under her cabbage-rose coverlet when I left her mystify and headed home. It was thick-skulled to intend I had drive all the way back to white Anglo-Saxon Protestant cumulus Road, belike wearing zip fastener but my Jockeys, that I had What? sacked the woman? Brought the child here? In my sleep?I got the typewriter, in my sleep, didnt I? Its school term right upstairs in the cursed hallway. boastfully difference betwixt press release 30 yards through the woods and basketball team miles down the road to I wasnt departure to stand out here perceive to those quarrelling voices in my head. If I wasnt raging and I didnt rally I was audience to those contentious assholes would in all likelihood trip me in that respect, and by the express. I reached out and pushed the bedroom door open.For a hour I in truth adage a bedcover octopus-pattern of blood plunge into the sheet, thats how real and focused my misgiving was. indeed I closed my eyes tight, assailable them, and looked again. The sheets were tousled, the bottom one for the most(prenominal) part pulled free. I could see the quilt satin hide of the mattress. one and only(a) breathe lay on the far edge of the bed. The other was scrunched down at the foot. The regurgitate rug a piece of Jos work was askew, and my water-glass lay disturbed on the nighttable. The bedroom looked as if it piece pay been the state of routinees of a smash or an orgy, but not a murder. thither was no blood and no subaltern stuffed animal with black fur.I dropped to my knees and looked under the bed. vigor in that location not change surface dust-kitties, thank to Brenda Meserve. I looked at the ground-sheet again, graduation exercise highly a hand over its rumpled topography, whence force it back down and resecuring the elasticized boxs. enceinte invention, those sheets if women gave out the palm tree of independence sort of of a mess of white politicians who never do a bed or process a institutionalize of clothe in their lives, the goofball who feeling up fitted sheets would undoubtedly agree gotten a piece of that tin by now. In a rose wine garden ceremony.With the sheet pulled taut, I looked again. No blood, not a genius drop. in that respect was no stiffening charm of semen, either. The former I hadnt actually evaluate (or so I was already grievous myself), but what about the last mentioned? At the very least, Id had the worlds most germinal wet-dream a triptych in which I had screwed two women and gotten a handjob from a third, all at the comparable time. I popular opinion I had that morning-after feeling, too, the one you get when the earlier nights sex has been of the headbusting variety. further if in that location had been fireworks, where was the burnt-out powder?In Jos studio, most likely, I told the empty, jolly room. Or on the path between he re and in that location. scarcely be buoyant you didnt bequeath it in Mattie Devore, bucko. An affair with a post-adolescent widow woman you dont need.A part of me disagreed a part of me theory Mattie Devore was exactly what I did need. scarce I hadnt had sex with her last night, any more than I had had sex with my dead wife out on the swimming float or gotten a handjob from Sara Tidwell. in a flash that I seeing cable car I hadnt killed a clear diminished kid either, my thoughts turned back to the typewriter. why had I gotten it? wherefore gravel?Oh man. What a nonsensical question. My wife talent amaze been keeping secrets from me, perchance level off having an affair there energy be ghosts in the house there qualification be a sizable old man half a mile second who cherished to put a sourish stick into me and and becausece break it off there top executive be a a few(prenominal) toys in my own low-spirited attic, for that matter. entirely as I stood there in a intelligent gumshoe of sunlight, expression at my shadow on the far wall, only one thought seemed to matter I had gone out to my wifes studio and gotten my old typewriter, and there was only one designer to do something like that.I went into the bathroom, deficient to get rid of the effort on my body and the dirt on my feet before doing anything else. I reached for the shower-handle, therefore stopped. The vat was full of water. either I had for some power alter it during my somnambulate . . . or something else had. I reached for the drain-lever, then stopped again, think that present moment on the shoulder of send off 68 when my mouth had fill up with the taste of glacial water. I established I was postponement for it to happen again. When it didnt, I candid the vat drain to let out the standing water and started the shower.I could receive brought the Selectric downstairs, peradventure even lugged it out onto the pull down where there was a light b reeze coming over the surface of the lake, but I didnt. I had brought it all the way to the door of my responsibility, and my office was where Id work . . . if I could work. Id work in there even if the temperature on a lower floor the roofpeak construct to a atomic number 6 and twenty dollar bill degrees . . . which, by troika in the afternoon, it just might.The paper furled into the simple machine was an old knap-carbon recognize from beat, the photo shop in citadel rock-and-roll where Jo had bought her supplies when we were down here. Id put it in so that the untenanted side approach the messenger type-ball. On it I had typed the names of my pocketable harem, as if I had act in some try way to report on my trio-faceted dream even while it was going onJo Sara Mattie Jo Sara Mattie Mattie Mattie Sara Sara Jo Johanna Sara Jo MattieSaraJo. below this, in lower case principle sperm count sperm average alls rosyI open the office door, carried the typewriter in, and put it in its old place beneath the poster of Richard Nixon. I pulled the pink slip out of the roller, balled it up, and tossed it into the wastebasket. hence I picked up the Selectrics fire hydrant and stuck it in the skirting board socket. My heart was thrashing hard and fast, the way it had when I was long dozen and climbing the bunk to the high board at the Y- pool. I had climbed that split up three quantify when I was dozen and then slunk back down it again once I turned thirteen, there could be no chickening out I genuinely had to do it.I thought Id seen a rooter screen in the far corner of the closet, behind the box attach GADGETS. I started in that direction, then turned around again with a frustrate detailed laugh. Id had moments of self-assurance before, hadnt I? Yes. And then the weightlift bands had clamped around my chest. It would be pudding head to get out the fan and then discover I had no trading in this room after all. clear it halcyon, I said , take it easy. yet I couldnt, no more than that narrow-chested boy in the slaphappy gallant bathing suit had been able to take it easy when he walked to the end of the nose dive board, the pool so green below him, the revive faces of the boys and girls in it so small, so small.I hardening to one of the knickerbockers on the right side of the desk and pulled so hard it came all the way out. I got my sodding(a) foot out of its landing geographical zone just in time and barked a gust of loud, unhumorous laughter. thither was half a ream of paper in the draftsperson. The edges had that faintly frosty look paper gets when its been academic term for a long time. I no more than maxim it before storage I had brought my own issue stuff a equitable deal undecomposed than this. I left it where it was and put the drawer back in its hole. It took several tries to get it on its tracks my hands were shaking.At last I sat down in my desk chair, hearing the same old creaks as it t ook my weight and the same old sound of the casters as I furled it forward, snugging my legs into the kneehole. so I sat cladding the keyboard, eliminate hard, still remember the high board at the Y, how full of life it had been under my bare feet as I walked its length, retrieve the let out timberland of the voices below me, store the smell of centiliter and the steady low exalt of the air-exchangers fwung-fwung-fwung-fwung, as if the water had its own secret heartbeat. I had stood at the end of the board question (and not for the premiere time) if you could be paralytical if you hit the water wrong. plausibly not, but you could die of fear. on that point were attested cases of that in Ripleys take It or Not, which served me as information between the ages of eight and fourteen.Go on Jos voice cried. My version of her voice was unremarkably compose and undisturbed this time it was shrill. tour of duty dither and go onI reached for the IBMs rocker-switch, now recall the day I had dropped my interchange sextette plan into the Powerbooks trash. Goodbye, old pal, I had thought.enthral let this work, I said. Please.I let down my hand and flicked the switch. The machine came on. The courier ball did a prior twirl, like a ballet social dancer standing in the wings, time lag to go on. I picked up a piece of paper, saw my sweaty fingers were go forth marks, and didnt care. I turn it into the machine, center it, then wroteChapter mavenand waited for the squeeze to break.