Chinese, he said.
When she told him to go take a look at it, he said he didn’t need to.
I’d prefer if you did.
Hey, if it’s got four walls, that’s all I need. Is it a room?
Just go and look at it already. See what you think.
So he said yes ma’am and got to his feet and went down the stairs in the pitch dark to the basement, palm stroking the wall until he felt the switch.
There was a flat click and the lights came on, recessed inside acoustic ceiling tiles. He smelled Pine Sol. It was so quiet he could hear the refrigerator, the boiler ticking. His footfalls. The dried white Ajax in the metal sink next to the stove with the four electric coils. He opened the bedroom door and his shadow stretched out across the floor and touched the patterned sheets. The space was neat and empty. There was a plastic broom and dustpan in a corner.
Still carrying his beer can, he climbed back upstairs.
The woman acknowledged his return by reaching for her Slims and taking another one out.
Okay, so what’s the story? You’ve seen it, what are we doin here?
It’s good to go.
Is that a yes? Okay. Put your can down, for goodness sakes. Put it there — the trash is there. Siddown. Take a seat. She lit her smoke and tossed the Bic lighter on the table like a poker chip. Looked at him. Told him what the room was going for. He already knew. I know you know, I’m just going over it. When we get your money, you get the key.
He was like, no problem.
The smoke ribboned up from her cigarette. He noticed it was night outside the window.
She went over a few things. This was a family house. She didn’t get involved in people’s business. I don’t expect men to be angels. That’s not what I’m looking for, but there are limits. I’ll put a man out — not that I would, unless it was an unusual situation.
Skinner said, I respect that.
She said good, and he was like no problem, whatever you say, to everything she said.
10
HE WOULD COME TO her job and wait until she was done and take her back in a gypsy cab because the bus took too long. She made her way down the carpeted stairs into the basement, Skinner behind her, saying Go on. She saw the bare walls in gray shadow, the empty kitchen. They went into his room and he turned on the light for her. The boiler smelled like copper in the closet. She went to the bed and sat and crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands, watching him kicking off his boots and tearing off his camouflage.
Here comes a wolf. I am afraid.
Much later in the night, they would open his room door and let out the heat that had been generated. Wearing only her t-shirt, she followed him out to the kitchen where it seemed cold by contrast. The light felt blinding and a reflection of the room covered the black rectangle of the window above the sink. He checked the empty cabinets for food. Negative, he said, perspiration shining at his temples. She drank water from the sink. We will eat water, she smiled and wiped her chin. No, we’re not down to that yet. He ordered pizza and they ate it sitting at the small round table next to the fridge. I was starving, weren’t you? She let him feed her. She licked his hand. They ate it all and he leaned back in his boxers and lit a cigarette, his hard white knee against her thigh.
When she went back into his room to get her jeans, she saw what they had done to the bed, the mauled sheet. His camouflage gear and clothes were all over the floor. He slept in his poncholiner. On the bedside table were his pills and his lifter’s magazine and a strip of four condoms with blue wrappers. The room smelled like him and her, their sweat, latex, and tobacco. All about the room were empty beer cans he used as ashtrays. Under the bed, there was a used yellow wet latex condom. Another one was twisted in the poncholiner. Her eyes scanned over his cigarettes, his jeans. His boots were lying where he had kicked them off. A pair of blue faded cotton panties had fallen on them, hers.
He came up behind her and put an arm around her waist and put his face in her neck. She held his hand. His face smelled like tobacco. They rocked back and forth like that.
Oh, it makes me want to sleep, she said.
But she made herself put on her jeans, her hoodie and her denim jacket, tie her hair back with an elastic band, and tie up her worn-out sneakers. She checked the time on her cell phone and stuck it in her back pocket where it was outlined against her muscle.
Okay, I go.
I’m coming with you, he said. Wait up.
They went out into the quiet night and started hiking down Franklin Avenue until the small American houses gave way to ghetto buildings and then the huge cathedral of Chinatown, over the hill through the dark trees and down the long block that extended out to the freeway like a jetty.
Now you have to go all the way back, she said.
That don’t matter. I can’t sleep anyway.
She told him to be careful. They told each other I’ll see you tomorrow. He stood guard until she was inside and the bolt clicked.
Then she crept upstairs, convinced that the other tenants were awake and monitoring her arrival. If she lost her balance taking off her sneakers in the dark, they would think she was drunk. As quietly as she could, she opened her accordion door. The sheds were built open at the top like changing rooms, and when she pulled the chain, her light disturbed her neighbor, who muttered behind the plywood. She switched the light off and kneeled down on her broken mattress, on her coverlet bought in Chinatown, showing teddy bears in bow-ties. By feel, she plugged her cell phone into the charger, her link to him, and the screen lit up indigo in her hands for several moments shining through her fingers.
hi mom im fine here in NY as planned. nothing going on/wrong remember fox news been wrong before I know your right about school, gi bill etc. i have enough maturity to know when your right just not mature enough to do it yet. my time well spent — one thing i learned in the army
brad
You has the dish? The cooking pot?
Wearing only her t-shirt, she opened the cabinet beneath the sink. The only thing in the cabinet was a container of Ajax. She opened the refrigerator, seeing nothing but their pizza box, and closed it.
The bathroom door was open and he was standing with his back to her, his legs apart, the cigarette in his mouth moving as he talked. He was urinating loudly and she couldn’t hear what he was saying. When he was done, he shook himself and turned around, still shaking himself and flipped himself back inside his boxers as he came walking out to her.
Pots and pans?
I check but I don’t find nothing.
He went through the kitchen opening and closing the cupboards one after the other and banging them shut.
She stood up on her toes to look inside the cupboards, her full bare calves flexing. Her t-shirt, which said I’m Fallin’ for Juicy, rode up to the edge of her rear.
Does that answer your question?
She tsked and folded her arms.
The typical boy. No dish. What you will eat? Maybe I will buy for you. Pot, dish, bowl.
During the day, he bought beer and condoms at a gas station on Northern Boulevard and they drank together at the round table in his kitchen. He did not buy groceries. She got drunk and rubbed his hair. So cute. She pointed at the empty shelves. No cooking pot. No nothing. You are just like man. Make your muscle. He flexed his arm and she felt it. Like my father. How’s that? Acts like man. She leaned in and stared fixedly at him, her eyes thick with liquid. Good man. Skinner agreed the way you do with someone drinking. He give everything to me. To us. To my mother. Everything he will do for us, even he has nothing. He is poor man. She told Skinner one of her small stories about things her dad had done. There were just a few to share because he hadn’t stayed with them very much.