She had a picture of him that she had taken herself. And one of them together in the hotel lobby that the desk clerk in Denver had taken that first winter. A black-and-white picture which didn’t show how red their cheeks were, coming in off the cold street, before they rode the elevator up to the room to undress and lie down in bed together.
31
HE WAS SITTING in his chair at the window after breakfast when he saw Alice go out the front door and retrieve her bicycle from the back porch and then push it along the side of Berta May’s house and begin to ride in the street. He watched her pedal out of sight. He looked the other way to the west where the barn and the corral were. He hadn’t got the barn painted and the weeds in the corral were as tall as the top of the fence. Then Alice rode back into view and he watched her pedal out of sight in the other direction.
He drifted off to sleep. When he woke it looked hot outside in the yard. He couldn’t see the girl. He pushed against the arms of the chair and stood a while to steady himself. All was quiet. He took his cane and began to walk, shuffling, and looked out to the kitchen. He called, Are you there, Mary? He shuffled on and entered the bathroom, looking at his face in the mirror, an old man with a day-old grizzled beard, looking angry and puzzled at the same time. He stood his cane against the wall and pushed down his sweatpants and sat too hard. After a while he tried to get up. He called, Mary, come here, will you? He sat. He called again. Where in the hell? And dozed off.
Then she had come in. You’re in here, she said.
He opened his eyes. Where were you? I called for you.
I was outside talking to Berta May in the backyard.
I couldn’t find you.
I’m sorry. Are you done here?
As much as I’m going to be. Now I can’t get up.
Let me help you.
Wait. Maybe you better get Lorraine.
She’s downtown shopping.
I don’t want you to hurt yourself.
I’ll be careful.
She lifted under his arm and he gradually rose up and stood, his legs shaking, quivering.
Honey, are you all right?
He looked straight ahead. Yeah.
She drew up the diaper inside his sweatpants. This one’s still good, she said. We don’t need to change it.
I’m about like a goddamn baby, he said. It’s a damn nuisance.
It’s time for your pill. Let’s get you in the bedroom.
She held his arm while he used his cane and they went into the room and he slumped on the bed, then he lay back and she lifted his legs over in place.
I don’t like you lifting like that, he said. You’re going to hurt your back.
Are you all comfortable now?
I’ll take that pill, please.
She put the pill on his old parched tongue and gave him the water glass. He raised his head to swallow.
Okay?
Yeah. He closed his eyes.
Can I get you anything else?
No, thanks. You do too much already.
I don’t mind at all. You know that. Would you like me to sit here with you?
No. I’m all right now.
When he woke an hour later the room seemed too dark. He hadn’t slept so long, it wasn’t the end of day, night wasn’t coming on yet. He peered at the ceiling. Then he felt there were people in the room. He had visitors. But she hadn’t wakened him. It wasn’t like her letting people come in when he was asleep. He didn’t like anyone seeing him asleep unless it was his wife or his daughter, and he didn’t want even them to sit and wait for him to wake up.
He looked around. There were four of them, two sitting on chairs in the corner where the room was darker, and two more in chairs near him. The closest one was sitting straight up, a man. He was watching him. He was smoking a cigarette.
You shouldn’t be smoking no cigarettes in here, Dad said. Didn’t she tell you that? I got cancer of my lungs. I can’t breathe good.
I’m almost done with it.
Dad looked at him closely. I know you, he said.
You ought to. I haven’t changed that much.
Frank. Is that you, Frank?
Yeah, it’s me.
You lost your hair on top. Most of it. I didn’t recognize you.
Isn’t that the berries?
Yeah, I guess. But what do you mean?
I end up looking like you.
You don’t look like me.
Yeah. I do. Have you looked lately?
Well. If you mean you look like I used to. Not now. Maybe back then.
When you were in your fifties.
I guess so.
Well. That’s where I am. I’m in my fifties.
Dad looked at him sitting there, smoking. I know you now. I’m glad you come.
Are you? Why would you be?
I want to talk to you.
Go ahead. Talk.
Dad looked around at the others. I don’t like to talk in front of these other people here.
They won’t mind.
Who are they?
Don’t you know me? The woman in the chair behind Frank moved so he could see her. A blond woman about thirty, ripe-looking with a big chest, wearing a low-cut blouse and shorts. Her legs looked white and plump. Don’t you know my voice too?
I never thought I’d see you again, Dad said.
Here I am. I came to visit you.
Do you want something?
Maybe I do.
What is it? I thought you told me you never wanted to see me again. That it was enough. You wrote that letter.
I know. That’s what I’m talking about. I want to catch you up. Tell you all that’s happened.
That’s fine. Go ahead. But just a minute. Who’s these others here?
You know us too, Dad. Hell, you ought to recognize us.
Is that you, Rudy?
Nobody else.
And Bob?
Yeah. It’s me, Dad.
I don’t understand this. Aren’t we done with the store?
Yeah. About done.
He peered at them. Then he studied the other faces, one after the other. Well, do you want some coffee, all of you? He looked toward the open doorway.
No, Rudy said. We wouldn’t want to bother Mary.
I never got to meet her, Tanya said.
Didn’t you?
I used to see her in town on Main Street when we was still living here before we moved away. Before you made us get out of here. Before you told Clayton what you told him.
What was I supposed to do? Dad said. He stole from me.
You say. There might of been different ways though.
What ways?
You might of let him work it off. Pay down his debt that way.
I didn’t want that, Dad said. I couldn’t have him in the store. I never wanted to see him again.
Yeah. Clayton told me that’s what you said.
Dad looked at each of them again. You don’t want any coffee, Rudy?
No, sir. I’m okay. Doing fine.
You neither, Bob?
No, thanks.
I don’t know if you even drink coffee, Frank.
Don’t you remember?
No. Should I?
You would have, if you were paying attention.
What does that mean? Dad said.
I drank coffee all the time when I was still here. When I was going to high school. You don’t remember that, do you.
No. That’s just a little thing. Why would I think of something like that?
No reason. You’re right, it doesn’t amount to anything if I was drinking coffee and sitting at the same table with you every day, you and Mom, for however many years I was doing it before I left and went to Denver.
We come to see you in Denver, Dad said.
And stayed one hour. That was all.
We had to get home. It was wintertime. They said it was going to snow.
It didn’t snow, Frank said.
It was going to.