"Never again," Joanna said as she switched the outside lights off; and Walter, yawning, said, "Soon enough for me."
"Listen, you," she said. "How could you stand there talking to Don while three women are sitting like stones on the sofa?"
SYLVIA CALLED TO APOLOGIZE – she had been passed up for a promotion she damn well knew she deserved-and Charmaine called to say they'd had a great time and to postpone a tentative Tuesday tennis date. "Ed's got a bee in his bonnet," she said. "He's taking a few days off, we're putting Merrill with the DaCostas-you don't know them, lucky you-and he and I are going to 'rediscover each other.' That means he chases me around the bed. And my period's not till next week, God damn it."
"Why not let him catch you?" Joanna said.
"Oh God," Charmaine said. "Look, I just don't enjoy having a big cock shoved into me, that's all. Never have and never will. And I'm not a lez either, because I tried it and that's no big deal. I'm just not interested in sex. I don't think any woman is, really, not even Pisces women. Are you?"
"Well I'm not a nympho," Joanna said, "but I'm interested in it, sure I am."
'Really, or do you just feel you're supposed to be?"
"Really."
"Well, to each his own," Charmaine said. "Let's make it Thursday, all right? He's got a conference he can't get out of, thank God."
"Okay, Thursday, unless something comes up."
"Don't let anything."
"It's getting cold."
"We'll wear sweaters."
SHE WENT TO A P.T.A. MEETING. Pete's and Kim's teachers were there, Miss Turner and Miss Gair, pleasant middle-aged women eagerly responsive to her questions about teaching methods and how the busing program was working out. The meeting was poorly attended; aside from the group of teachers at the back of the auditorium, there were only nine women and about a dozen men. The president of the association was an attractive blond woman named Mrs. Hollingsworth, who conducted business with smiling unhurried efficiency.
She bought winter clothes for Pete and Kim, and two pairs of wool slacks for herself. She made terrific enlargements of "Off Duty" and "The Stepford Library," and took Pete and Kim to Dr. Coe, the dentist.
"DID WE?" CHARMAINE ASKED, letting her into the house.
"Of course we did," she said. "I said it was okay if nothing came up."
Charmaine closed the door and smiled at her. She was wearing an apron over slacks and a blouse. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Joanna," she said. "I completely forgot."
"That's all right," she said, "go change."
"We can't play," Charmaine said. "For one thing, I've got too much work to do-"
"Work?"
"Housework."
Joanna looked at her.
"We've let Nettie go," Charmaine said. "It's absolutely unbelievable, the sloppy job she was getting away with. The place looks clean at first glance, but boy, look in the corners. I did the kitchen and the dining room yesterday, but I've still got all the other rooms. Ed shouldn't have to live with dirt."
Joanna, looking at her, said, "Okay, funny joke."
"I'm not joking," Charmaine said. "Ed's a pretty wonderful guy, and I've been lazy and selfish. I'm through playing tennis, and I'm through reading those astrology books. From now on I'm going to do right by Ed, and by Merrill too. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful husband and son."
Joanna looked at the pressed and covered racket in her hand, and at Charmaine. "That's great," she said, and smiled. "But I honestly can't believe you're giving up tennis."
"Go look," Charmaine said.
Joanna looked at her.
"Go look," Charmaine said.
Joanna turned and went into the living room and across it to the glass doors. She slid one open, hearing Charmaine behind her, and went out onto the terrace. She crossed the terrace and looked down the slope of flagstone-pathed lawn.
A truck piled with sections of mesh fencing stood on the tire-marked grass beside the tennis court. Two sides of the court's fence were gone, and the other two lay flat on the grass, a long side and a short one. Two men kneeled on the long side, working at it with long-handled cutters. They brought the handles up and together, and clicks of sound followed. A mountain of dark soil sat on the center of the court; the net and the posts were gone.
"Ed wants a putting green," Charmaine said, coming to Joanna's side.
"It's a clay court!" Joanna said, turning to her.
"It's the only level place we've got," Charmaine said.
"My God," Joanna said, looking at the men working the cutter handles.
"That's crazy, Charmaine!"
"Ed plays golf, he doesn't play tennis," Charmaine said.
Joanna looked at her. "What did he do to you?" she said. "Hypnotize you?"
"Don't be silly," Charmaine said, smiling. "He's a wonderful guy and I'm a lucky woman who ought to be grateful to him. Do you want to stay awhile? I'll make you some coffee. I'm doing Merrill's room but we can talk while I'm working-"
"All right," Joanna said, but shook her head and said, "No, no, I-" She backed from Charmaine, looking at her. "No, there are things I should be doing too." She turned and went quickly across the terrace.
"I'm sorry I forgot to call you," Charmaine said, following her into the living room.
"It's all right," Joanna said, going quickly, stopping, turning, holding her racket before her with both hands. "I'll see you in a few days, okay?"
"Yes," Charmaine said, smiling. "Please call me. And please give my regards to Walter."
BOBBIE WENT TO SEE FOR herself, and called about it. "She was moving the bedroom furniture. And they just moved in in July; how dirty can the place be?"
"It won't last," Joanna said. "It can't. People doWt change that way."
"Don't they?" Bobbie said. "Around here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Shut up, Kenny! Give him that! Joanna, listen, I want to talk with you.
Can you have lunch tomorrow?"
"Yes-"
"I'll pick you up around noon. I said give it to him! Okay? Noon, nothing fancy."
"Okay. Kim! You're getting water all over the-"
Walter wasn't particularly surprised to hear about the change in Charmaine. "Ed must have laid the law down to her," he said, turning a fork of spaghetti against his spoon. "I don't think he makes enough money for that kind of a setup. A maid must be at least a hundred a week these days.
"But her whole attitude's changed," Joanna said. "You'd think she'd be complaining."
"Do you know what Jeremy's allowance is?" Pete said.
"He's two years older than you are," Walter said.
"THIS IS GOING TO SOUND crazy, but I want you to listen to me without laughing, because either I'm right or I'm going off my rocker and need sympathy." Bobbie picked at the bun of her cheeseburger.
Joanna, watching her, swallowed cheeseburger and said, "All right, go ahead."
They were at the McDonald's on Eastbridge Road, eating in the car.
Bobbie took a small bite of her cheeseburger, and chewed and swallowed.
"There was a thing in Time a few weeks ago," she said. "I looked for it but I must have thrown the issue out." She looked at Joanna. "They have a very low crime rate in El Paso, Texas," she said. "I think it was El Paso. Anyway, somewhere in Texas they have a very low crime rate, much lower than anywhere else in Texas; and the reason is, there's a chemical in the ground that gets into the water, and it tranquilizes everybody and eases the tension. God's truth."
"I think I remember," Joanna said, nodding, holding her cheeseburger.
"Joanna," Bobbie said, "I think there's something here. In Stepford. It's possible, isn't it? All those fancy plants on Route Nine-electronics, computers, aerospace junk, with Stepford Creek running right behind them-who knows what kind of crap they're dumping into the environment."