After the board decision hed been, in sequence, angry, despairing, resigned, and finally faintly upbeat. He imagined that he might have a future in the merged bank, until Audrey dismissed the idea with such withering contempt that he lapsed back to despair.
AUDREY HAD SPENT THE AFTERNOON IN THE BACKYARD, wrapped in a winter parka, staring at the sky. The cold air and the hint of burning leavesan illegal act in Minnesota, sure to be avenged by a politically correct neighborreminded her of the bad old days of her childhood on the farm with Mom and Pop and Helen. Hated the farm. Hated this suburb, rich as it was. She should have had a place in Palm Beach and Malibu to go with it.
The very top job at Polaris had always been their goaland intent, the one goal that she and Wilson could agree upon, without reservation. There were other jobs that would have been as goodrunning First Bank, or Norwest, or 3M, or Northwest Airlines or General Mills or Pillsbury or even Cargillbut theyd been Polaris people, and Polaris was Wilsons one real shot.
Few people outside of the top-management community realized the difference between, say, president and CEO on one hand, and executive vice president on the other. One was an American aristocrat, who held the lives of thousands of people in his hands, while the other was just another suit, a face, a yellow necktie. A CEO had the company plane and a car and driver; an executive vice president had to fight to go business class. And the spouse took status from the CEO: Audreyd been a half-step from becoming a duchess. Now she was a rich housewife, but a housewife nevertheless.
And the things shed done to get here: Shed married a brutal, drunken lout, because he seemed to have a chance to go the distance. And though shed come to love him, at least a little, somewhere down in her heart, she knew exactly what he was… And shed turned herself into a selfeffacing beetle of a woman, staying out of sight, out of mind, producing the perfect office parties when they were needed, at which she was never noticed, advising the lout on each and every career move… advising against the move to the mortgage company, where he had the title of president, which hed been so proud of at that time, but now would be fatal…
EARLY IN THE EVENING, WITH WILSON UPSTAIRS drinking and raving, the phone had rung, and a woman named Cecely Olene said, There was a police officer just here asking about Wilson. I told him that I didnt want to discuss my friends behind their backs and would call you and tell you theyd been asking.
Well, thank you, Audrey said. I cant imagine what they must think
…
They think he killed Dan Kresge, is what they think, Olene said bluntly. And they were also asking about a lot of other people whove died in the past. George Arris and Andy Ingall. They said they have evidence. Fingerprints.
Thats absurd, Audrey said. Wilson can get angry, but hed never in his lifekillanyone. I suspect James Bone is leading them on.
Well, I dont know about that, Olene said. In any case, I called you like I said I would. I hope things work out for you.
And she was gone; and given that last sentence, Audrey thought, probably wouldnt be calling back. Ever. I hope things work out for you.
Things never just work out, Audrey thought. They were worked out. Always. When Audrey lived on the farm with Mom and Pop and Helen, shed had to take any number of harsh decisions. She took another one now, sad in her heart.
She moved around downstairs, cleaning up; watched television for a while. Wilson came down once, dripping, raving. She avoided him, hiding in the basement, running the washing machine. By eleven oclock, he was far gone, along with two of the bottles. She went to the kitchen, poured two inches of vodka into a water tumbler, drank it down, and went upstairs to confront the Whale.
MCDONALD WAS IN THE OVERSIZED TUB, HIS GUT sticking up through the water level like the top of an apple pie, while the tip of his penis hung offshore of the pie, like a fishing bobber. He was reading a water-spattered copy ofGolf Digest; off to his left, an open bottle of scotch sat on the ledge.
Well? Audrey demanded. Are you gonna drink all night?
Maybe, he said. Dont let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
Youre such a pig, she said, surveying his whale body. Little pathetic fucking dick floating around like anacorn. You oughta get a pair of fingernail clippers and snip it off, worthless little wart. What a sap you are…
McDonald recoiled from this, astonished. Theyd had their fights, but shed never come on like this. He stared at her in stupefaction; then his face went rapidly from pink to red, and he heaved himself up, a sheet of water rolling out of the tub and onto the floor.
You bitch, he bellowed. Im gonna beat your ass…
He was fast on his feet for a fat man, but she was ready for it. She was several steps out into the bedroom, heading for the stairs, before he was out of the tub. Once he was angry enough, she knew, hed keep coming, and he was angry enough. She ran down the stairsthe alcohol still a warm glow in her stomach, but not yet reaching toward her headpunched her sisters number on the speed-dial, listened, prayed shed answer. In any case, Helen had an answering machine, which would do almost as well… she could hear McDonald thundering down the stairs, two rings, threeand then Helen: Hello?
Helen, she screamed. Wilson is coming, Wilson
Get the fuck away from there, McDonald shouted. His face was twisted, purple, all the pent-up rage of the day now flowing out toward her. Shed never seen his face like this, not even at the beginning of the worst of the beatings shed taken from him. But she gave him the finger and he ran toward her and when he was close enough, she swung the phone at his head like a hammer. He deflected it with his forearm, then grabbed it, but she held on, screaming, Let me go, Wilson, let me go, while he shouted, Let go of the fuckin phone. ..
He was trying to twist the phone free, and when she held on, he stepped back and slapped her hard, knocking her down. She went facedown, slamming hard into the floor, closing her eyes just an instant before impact, deliberately letting her head snap forward; felt the crunch of her nose, the taste of blood in her nose and mouth.
Oh, Christ… She tried to get up and McDonald kicked her and she went down again, and he was shouting into the phone, You keep your nose out of this, Helen, this is between Audrey and me, if you stick your nose into this Ill kick your ass too…
Audrey launched herself toward the living room, blood streaming from her nose; the blood left long trails across the gray tile floor and onto the rug. McDonald had hung up the phone, and was coming: she got to her feet, spotted the crystal golf trophy, picked it up and threw it at his head. He ducked, and it bounced off a bookshelf, and he turned and tried to catch it as it bounced across the floor; it was unbroken until the last bounce, when it hit the tile of the kitchen and an arm shattered.
McDonald groaned and picked up the biggest chunk of it and began blubbering: You fuckin broke it, you broke my golf man…
He came after her hard then, with a balled fist. She screamed at him, Wilson, dont, but he clubbed her with a balled fist, and she crashed into the music stand on the Steinway; more blood spattered across the music books, and she went down again.
Get up! he screamed. Get the fuck up…
Instead, she tried crawling under the piano, where she wrapped her arms around the pedal mechanism: and a very small part of her mind assessed the damage she had taken, and was pleased.
Get out here, McDonald screamed. Hed fallen to his hands and knees, the golf trophy set to one side, and grabbed her ankle and pulled. She hugged the pedal housing, kicking at his face; he dug his fingernails into the skin of her leg, holding on, pulling, and she jerked her leg up sharply and kicked again, connecting with his hands.
You fuckin bitch! he screamed, and he pivoted and began kicking her legs with his heavy bare feet, the kicks landing on her calves and thighs. She abandoned the pedals, crawled toward the other side, where a row of silk plants lined the edge of a low window. Behind her, she left tracesof blood; when she kicked his hands off her legs, hed peeled two-inch strips of skin away and her legs were bleeding profusely; and she was still bleeding from her nose, blowing bubbles of blood out on the beige carpet.