WHAT HAPPENED
I woke up and made my aunt breakfast. That was—a poached egg. My mom showed me once how to do it. It requires a bit of a skillful maneuver. There was a little left of a fancy pepper, so I used it for her egg and ground it over the plate. The pepper ground up really beautifully. When I get to use nice things, I always think: nice things are so nice. But, like everything else—you get used to them and they vanish, unless like me you never get them, or only rarely.
She was really happy about the egg. When I got to her with it, she was already sitting up, since she slept in the chair, so it was just a matter of her opening her eyes and being happy.
I had my raincoat on, and she knew where I was going.
Later, chief! she said. It was a joke from an old TV show that aired fifty years ago. I always laugh and enjoy pretending to enjoy the joke, even though I don’t know what it is.
Later, I said.
I took the number 12 to the 8. I read my book. Three people tried to talk to me separately. I got rid of them by doing nothing. I walked up the drive to the main building. The girl was there, and she gave me a weird look along with the pass. The orderly came, same guy as before, and he was happy to see me. I could tell even though he acted like it was nothing at all. He said he had read the book. Did he like it? He said some of the stories were good but some were very bad. I said this is true—this is the way it is with that book. We went down to the fish pond straightaway, which was new. When he left he patted me on the shoulder, where the raincoat had fallen off. Which meant, he touched my shoulder, and I could feel his hand there while I sat looking at my mom. She was looking at the pond.
She does this thing where she is looking at the pond, and then for no reason she wants to go closer, so she gets out of her chair and leans over the pond, looking down over it. Then she shakes her head a bunch and mutters something and goes back to the chair. If you wait long enough, she will always do this. I think about the visit in terms of how many cycles I stay for. Once, I stayed for six cycles of the head-shaking. If I try to touch her, she says, no no no no no no nononononononononono.
When that happens, I always cry. It is really stupid, and it breaks the rules because it is not something I am proud of. But, so far I have not been able to stop it.
My mom’s gown is not always tied properly, so when she goes to look in the pool, her underwear is pretty visible. That is sometimes the occasion for the touching—I’m just trying to fix the gown so it covers her. She really doesn’t like it, though.
I didn’t want you to think I was trying to give her a hug or kiss her. I know that she doesn’t want that—and I don’t either, since she isn’t actually anyone I know, and I’m not anyone that she knows.
FISH POND
The orderly came back and he must have noticed I was okay with him putting his hand on my shoulder, because he did it again, this time with both hands, one on each shoulder. So, I was sitting there and he was standing behind me sort of touching my shoulders. I leaned back a bit, which encouraged him more.
I said before that my mom doesn’t really notice anything that happens. That’s true. It’s also true that the fish pond is behind a screen of trees on one side, and the back of another building with no windows on the other side. No one goes there, ever.
So, I didn’t have many misgivings about it. I could tell that he was pretty happy about how things were going with his hands on me, and for the record—I don’t get very much affection elsewhere, so I am a little starved. I was conscientious, I mean, when he started undoing my pants, I made sure we were going to do it safely, and he was like, yes, of course, and he showed me, and so—it felt really good. I can treat a person well. I really can, and he treated me really well. People aren’t all horrible. They aren’t. Sometimes you find a good one, at least for a while—even if it’s just for twenty minutes or so.
While we were at it, I looked up and my mom had gotten out of her chair. She had come over toward the pool and was looking around in confusion as if she couldn’t remember where to look. She came toward me and I met her eye, but there was no recognition, none. I must have shifted suddenly, because he shifted too. His hand moved over my breast and I shivered a little. That broke our gaze and I shut my eyes. When I looked back at my mom, she was over the pond, shaking her head, shaking her head, shaking her head.
DAY SIX
That Monday was my sixth detention, so I was done with them for the time being. I finished writing the paper based on Russia Is Burning. and it was much easier because it turned out the school will loan me a computer to use while I am there. I can’t take it home—but I can check it out. So, I typed the paper on that. It is a pretty bad computer. Certainly, I don’t look cool while using it, but I am a fast typist, so it didn’t take long.
Kennison came over and we had an argument about citation. She had some idea about helping me, I guess. But, I don’t need help. She wanted me to do parenthetical citation. I said footnotes are fine. She failed to present a cogent argument about why her way is better. I said footnotes allow for the author to comment on the source immediately at the point of use. She basically threatened me with more detention—but that was just because some of the students laughed when I clowned her.
Lana was there again. Maybe she is my friend. We went to a twenty-four-hour donut shop where her cousin works. He gave us free donuts. She kissed him a little and that’s when I knew he wasn’t her cousin. She said she calls him that because she thinks it’s funny. I thought to myself—this is my kind of girl, and I said, you think that because it is funny. It is funny.
MY DAD’S LIGHTER
We went outside the donut shop to smoke a cigarette and Hal, her “cousin,” asked to use my dad’s lighter, which I was holding in my hand (as usual). I gave it to him.