After dinner, we watched the movies. Jaws first. The TV was a little-screen affair Leonard had bought at a pawn shop, but the movie, cropped at the corners, scared the shit out of me anyway. I’ve never liked water, and I like sharks even less. Florida sat in the middle of the couch, and during the scary parts she didn’t leap into my lap for protection or grab my hand. I thought it would be most unbecoming of me to leap into hers, though I found myself pulling my feet up onto the couch, in case any floor sharks drifted by.
Between the movies we took a coffee break, and Florida took off her shoes, then we watched Gunga Din. I loved it again. About midnight the movies were over and we talked about them for a while, then Leonard went out on the porch to smoke his pipe.
I stood up from the couch and found I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I didn’t know what to do with my mouth either. Should I say “Good night?” How about “What about them Mets?”
Florida didn’t help. She kept her seat and smiled up at me. She said, “I’m sleepy.”
“Yeah, well, it is late. You need me to drive you home? You can get your car tomorrow.”
“I’m not that sleepy. I would like to stay here, though.”
“’Cause you’re tired?”
She smiled at me again. This was the sort of smile you reserve for the feeble-minded. “You want it spelled out?”
“That would help,” I said. “I think I know what you’re saying, but if I’m wrong, boy, am I going to be embarrassed.”
“You’re not wrong. Let’s go to bed. Together.”
“One minute.”
“One minute?”
I went out on the porch. Leonard was sitting on the glider. The smell of his cherry tobacco drifted back to me.
He said, “Well, what’s the score?”
“Can I use the bed tonight?”
“Yeah, but you do the laundry tomorrow. I don’t want the wet spot.”
“Right.”
Back inside I tried not to look too much like I was waiting for dessert. “Well, you ready?”
She laughed at me. It was a nice sound. Like bells tinkling. “Where’s the bathroom?”
I showed it to her. Before she went inside, she said, “Go out and look in my car and bring my overnight bag, will you? Keys are in my purse.”
I got the keys out of her purse, went out and got the bag. She knew she was going to stay all along. I began to feel a little taller. When I walked past Leonard, he said, “I hope you still remember what to do.”
“It’ll come to me,” I said, and went inside.
The overhead fan moved moon shadows and stirred the hot air. The shadows fluttered over me and the sweat on my chest dried slowly and comfortably.
I was lying on my back, naked. Florida lay beside me, on her stomach, sleeping. I had my hand resting on one of her smooth, dark buttocks. I couldn’t resist playing my fingers over her flesh. I replayed what we had done time and again in my head. It was a good picture show no matter how many times I rewound it. I liked it better than Jaws or Gunga Din.
The bedroom window was up, and from where I lay, my head propped on a pillow, I could see out clearly. Across the way there was some laughter and some lights and shadows moved between the windows and the laughter moved with them.
I rolled on my side and put my arm across Florida’s back and kissed her ear. She smelled of sweat and sex and perfume. She moved and made a noise I liked. I ran my hand down the small of her back, over her buttocks, down one of her legs, letting my hand hydroplane over the beads of sweat. She spread her legs and I ran my hand between them. She was soft there and moist, and she moved like she thought she might do some business, but then she went still again and started snoring like a lumberjack.
That was all right. After all we’d done, my ambition might be bigger and better than the tool I needed for the job. And I was thirsty.
I rolled away from her, eased out of bed, and untangled the sheet from my ankles. I stretched, got the sheet off the floor, shook it out silently and tossed it over Florida, taking a good look at her before I did.
I found her panties on the floor, along with the little nightie she had worn so briefly. I folded them and put them at the foot of the bed, went to the window and took hold of the bars and looked out. Still busy over there.
The sound of the wind in the bottle tree came to me, like the faraway hooting of ghostly owls. I listened to the bottles and thought about going to get a drink, then, behind the sound of the bottle tree, I heard a scraping noise. It was coming from the next room.
I found my jockey shorts and slipped them on, then my jeans. I had brought a little. 38 revolver from my house, and I got it out of the dresser drawer from under my socks and eased over to the bedroom door and listened.
No sound.
I opened the door carefully and looked into the living room. I didn’t see Leonard on the couch. I heard the scraping noise again.
I slipped into the living room and saw there was a light coming from the open door of the newspaper room. I held the gun down by my leg and went over there and looked inside. Sitting on the floor, damp newspapers pushed in a heap behind him, was Leonard. He was pulling at the rotten boards in the flooring, prying them loose with a crowbar, stacking them by the papers. The little fan was pointed in his direction and was set not to rotate. It hummed pleasantly, like a bee at flower.
I went inside.
“I was going to shoot you,” I said.
He looked up at me.
“Who the hell did you think it’d be?”
“Guess I’ve got the jumps a little, those guys next door.”
“Did it come back to you? The sex stuff, I mean?”
“Yes, but we did some things I don’t remember doing before. I guess it’s OK, though. Neither of us got hurt.”
“What do you think of her?”
“Well, we haven’t sent out wedding invitations, but I like her. She’s smart. Witty. Fun to be with.”
“And she’s fucking you.”
“There’s that.”
“Come here and give me a hand. I’ve found something interesting.”
I put the gun on the table next to the little fan, went over and got down on my knees and grabbed hold of the board he was holding and helped him pull it up. There was a screech of nails as it came loose.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “I came in here and started looking around, moved some papers and found this spot. You’ll notice, not all these boards are rotten.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning what happened was the floor was repaired here with untreated wood to replace old wood, and some of that has rotted because of the roof leak. I think Uncle Chester took advantage of replacing the floor to make a hiding place.”
He pointed. “For this,” he said.
In the gap in the floor I could see something large lying in the dark against the ground. There must have been about four feet between the floor and the dirt.
“When I moved the papers, I spotted it through the hole and got busy pulling the rest of the lumber out,” Leonard said. “I didn’t wake up Florida, did I?”
“From what I can tell, she doesn’t sleep. She hibernates.”
“Help me get this out of here, would you?”
I leaned down and got hold of the heavy metal trunk, for that’s what it was, and we pulled it out of there and set it on the floor beside us. It was army green and there was a padlock on it. It had CHESTER PINE stenciled in white letters on the lid. It smelled of damp earth.
Leonard got the crowbar and put it inside the loop of the padlock and started to give it a flex, but I grabbed his arm.
“Before you do that,” I said,. “I was thinking there might be another way.”
He looked at me, and slowly it dawned on him.
10.
Leonard went to get the key while visions of outdated coupons danced in my head.
When he returned, he tried the key and the lock sprang open. Leonard removed the lock and lifted the lid. There was a puff of dust and a smell came out of there I couldn’t quite identify. Musty, a little sharp. Leonard leaned over and looked inside, and stared. I looked too.