“He wasn’t even going the right direction. I hitched him at a truck stop down the highway and he told me he was bound for Vicksburg. But then we get to the highway and he turns north. And when I say something, he just says, ‘What difference does it make, little girl? Places is all alike.’ ”
“So how’d you persuade him to let you out?”
“I told him I just couldn’t go back toward Memphis, cause my daddy the sheriff had all-point bulletins out on me up there.”
I sat with motor idling. The panel truck backed out, wheels spinning, throwing up dust and stray gravel. A piece flew across the road and banged into the Mazda with a strangely nonmetallic thunk.
“Anytime now,” she said. “I’m in. We can go.”
“Okay. Which way?”
“You mean you didn’t come out here to haul me back?”
“Why? You don’t want to be there, you’d just leave again. Not much I can do about that. Not much anyone can do about it.”
“But me, you mean.”
I shrugged.
After a moment I said, “Something I used to do a lot was, I’d line everything up against myself so I had to get slapped back down. Work myself half to death sometimes, just getting it set up that way.”
“When you were drinking, you mean?”
“I still drink.”
“When you were a drunk, then.”
I nodded.
“And you’re saying that’s what I’m doing.”
“No. I’m only saying that I try not to do that anymore. If you want to go back to Clarksville and whatever’s there, I’m not going to try to stop you.”
“But you came after me.”
“Only to talk. You don’t want that, we’ll shut up, both of us. You don’t want to come back up to Memphis, you just open the door and get out. Or you can ask me and I’ll drive you to Clarksville myself.”
“That’s it, that’s where I want to go,” she said.
“Okay.” I waited for a couple of cars to pass, pulled the Mazda back onto the highway and started gaining speed.
“Lewis?” she said.
“Yes.”
“You don’t preach to me, tell me what’s right, what I need to do, like all the rest.”
“No.”
“Why is that?”
“I figure you know what’s right, as much as any of us do. You’ll either listen to that, or you won’t listen to anything-me, least of all. And you’re the only one who can say what you need. Whatever it is, you have to go after that. Everybody does. But needs change, and you don’t always notice. Besides,” I added, “who’d be fool enough to take advice from me?”
“Let he who is without sin …”
I smiled, remembering the last time that came up: when I was hospitalized for DT’s, back when I first met Vicky.
“Something like that. But look who’s preaching now.”
We rode on in silence.
After a while she said, “Lewis, I think you took a wrong turn back there.”
There weren’t any turns, only farm roads stretching out like dry tongues to the horizon.
I looked at her.
“Memphis is back that way.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Memphis it is, then.” I pulled off to the shoulder. “And on the way, maybe some lunch?”
“Why thank you, sir,” she said in a broad Hollywood-southern accent, “I’d mightily admire to have lunch with a fine, strong man like yourself. One that’s paying.” She sighed dramatically. “A lady carries no money, you know.”
As we rode back, I told her about Bob, how he’d suddenly caved in during class that day.
She sat quietly for a while when I was finished, then said: “Why’d you tell me that?”
“I don’t know.”
A tractor pulled over to let us pass, rocked back onto the road behind us.
“I think I do.”
“I’m listening.”
“Because you feel responsible somehow. You think there’s something you could have done, that you should have noticed something was wrong. But none of us can be responsible for other people and their lives, Lewis. At your advanced age, you should know that.”
She was right.
I should.
I looked over at her, noticing now that her dress was torn under the arm. Her eyes were amazingly clear, and she was smiling. I tried to remember if I’d ever seen her smile before.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The crows swept in that next day, dropping onto us out of a bright, clear sky.
I sat looking out on that day from an alcove tucked away at the end of the hall. Even the clouds shone with what seemed their own internal white light.
Two were older, one of them about my age, another sixtyish with silver hair and eyebrows like frosted hedges. With them was a lank man in his midtwenties whose law degree from Tulane had gained him the enviable position of carrying their briefcase. He was dressed like the others in dark three-piece suit and rep tie, but had a haircut reminiscent of old British films. A forelock kept falling into his face; he kept brushing it away with two fingers.
They came off the elevator in V formation and marched almost in step to the nurses’ station, where Eyebrows announced that they were here to see Miss Alouette Guidry, presently going under the name of (he glanced at Haircut, who fed it to him) McTell.
Jane asked if they were relatives.
“We are attorneys retained by the girl’s father to represent her.” He made a slight hand motion over his shoulder and Haircut dealt her a business card.
“Hmmm,” Jane said. She picked up the phone, spoke into it briefly, hung up. “Alouette doesn’t wish to see you,” she said.
“I’m afraid that is not satisfactory, young lady.”
“Probably not, but unless you gentlemen have further business, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
“What is your name, young lady?”
She pointed to the nametag prominently displayed on her uniform front.
“Then I suppose we must ask to speak with your superior. A supervisor? The physician legally responsible for this unit, perhaps?”
It played out from there, the ball rolling on to a head nurse, an intern and then his resident, and finally to the walleyed young man I’d seen in the administrative offices, who came off the elevator blinking.
“We’re here-” Eyebrows began as he disembarked.
“I know why you’re here, Mr. Eason.”
He patiently explained to them, as had all the others, that Alouette was in her majority; that she, not her father, was the patient here, and the only one whose medical or other needs concerned them at this time; and that, should they wish to pursue the matter, they might best proceed in appropriate fashion through proper channels, as they undoubtedly knew, and stop badgering the hospital’s employees, taking them away from what could well be urgent duties elsewhere.
“I don’t know about Louisiana, gentlemen, but we take our patients’ rights seriously here in Tennessee. And now, you will please leave.”
As though on cue, the elevator doors opened and two security guards stepped off. They stood at either side of the doors as the lawyer trio climbed aboard, then got in with them. The doors shut.
“Jane, let me know at once if there’s any further problem,” the administrator said, then, turning, saw me sitting in the alcove and came over.
“Mr. Griffin.” He held out his hand. I stood, and we shook. “I know about yesterday, of course. We’re all rather glad you are here.”
“Right now, we’re all rather glad you’re here.”
He looked puzzled a moment, then said, “Oh, that. We’re used to it. They’re serious, or have half a leg to stand on, they’ve already been to a judge and have paper. Otherwise, it’s just a pissing contest.”
“Still, it’s appreciated.”
“What I do.”
“Think they’ll be back?”
“Up here? No. But we’ll be seeing more of them downstairs, I expect. I wouldn’t worry about it. Meanwhile, if there’s anything I can do to help Alouette, or you, please let me know.”