When they reached Mobile — the biggest city Tony had ever seen — Blessing apologized again for only going so far, and offered to pay for their night at the Days Inn. It was nearing eight p.m. Tony didn’t argue. She told the man he’d done unto the least of those, just like Jesus had commanded, and Blessing said he’d continue to pray that they made it to Texas safely.
Tony propped up a pillow and lay back against it, the pistol by her side. She tried to pick up the remote control from the bedside table but it was glued down. That was queer. Guess people stole stuff from motel rooms. She punched the power button. The screen flickered to life. It was a menu channel, showing what HBO movies could be rented, and what local channels were available.
Baby Doll pulled her feet up to the bed, and grabbed her toes with her fingers. The teacher folded her hands in her in her lap and looked at the floor.
Tony flipped through the channels. Maybe there would be some news with word about a murder and robbery in Pippins, Virginia. She made full circuit, back around to the menu channel and then up again. No news. Baby Doll watched with rapt attention. It even looked as though she was smiling.
“Hey,” said Tony, stopping the channel on 5, on which a commercial for a local store — Otto’s Hardware — was bragging about their 50% off all bathroom fixtures sale to an exaggerated melody played by bugles and saxophones. “You like T.V. don’t you?”
The kid didn’t say anything.
“Hey!” said Tony. “I asked you a question. You big on T.V.? You like it?”
Baby Doll nodded.
“Yeah? What you like to watch?”
She said something, but Tony couldn’t hear it over the hardware commercial. She punched the mute button on the remote. “What did you say?”
“Princess Silverlace,” said Baby Doll.
“What’s that? A show?”
The kid nodded.
“What channel’s it on?”
The kid didn’t seem to know, or wasn’t sure what the question was. Tony stared at the child and wondered what was going on in that bizarre little mind. She pressed the channel change. Black and white show, a street scene with a kid in a striped shirt, a bike, and a fat, drunk man.
The kid said, quietly, “Andy Griffith.”
“Yeah?” Tony looked at the set. The drunk guy and the kid went into the sheriff’s office and were greeted by the gangly deputy. Tony pressed the channel change. Stacks of people atop each other.
The kid said, “Hollywood Squares.”
“Yep,” said Tony. “That’s what that is.” Channel change. Some police thing. The kid said, “Law and Order.” Change. The kid said, “Seinfeld.” Change. “Sponge Bob Square Pants.”
Tony rubbed her neck, then her head. She scratched. “Is there any show you don’t know?”
The kid didn’t say anything. She was gazing at Sponge Bob with something akin to adoration.
Tony left it on the cartoon. She patted the pillow where she’d put the phone. She had not had the chance to call Leroy; there was never a time when they’d been with Blessing that she’d been able to secure the teacher and kid so she could go off alone. But now there were towels and cords and pillow cases at her disposal.
First things, first, however.
“You stink bad,” Tony said to the teacher. The teacher looked at her without raising her head. “That’s what I hate about women, well, one thing. They stink all the time. God isn’t Father, like Blessing says. God’s a woman, you know that? And a real Bitch at that. If God was a man he wouldn’t have fucked the world up so bad. What you think about that?”
The teacher mouthed something that looked like, “I don’t know.”
“Know why women have higher voices than men do? God made them that way so they’ll sound like children to men, so men will want to protect them. Makes me want to puke!”
The teacher looked away from Tony, back to the floor. She didn’t seem afraid anymore, she seemed spaced. Maybe water in her lungs had fucked up her mind. Tony kicked the woman’s shin with her hiking boot. The woman flinched, but she didn’t make a sound.
“Truth or dare,” said Tony. She’d get the teacher out of this daze if she had to beat the shit out of her.
The teacher shrugged then whispered, “Truth. What the hell.”
“Ha!” shouted Tony. “You said hell, a teacher said hell! They’re gonna fire your ass for saying hell, if I tell ‘em! But they’ll fire you for takin’ that kid home without permission to give her some clothes, won’t they? Too bad, too bad. Okay, truth. You like it when your husband fucks you? You like having someone on top of you, poking you hard and you can’t move or anything? You like that?”
The teacher’s shoulders lifted and dropped once. A shrug.
“That a yes? I bet it’s a yes. Gross. Okay, maybe you like somebody taking over your body and doing what they want with it. But, truth again. What is it like, having a baby? What’s it feel like, getting your cunt ripped open by some ugly, wailin’ little brat?”
The teacher looked from the floor to Tony. It was as if she had to drag her eyes with her head as she moved it. She said, “I remember joy seeing my son. The pain is forgotten.”
Tony’s brows drew tight. “How many kids you have?”
“One.”
“Just one? A son?”
The teacher nodded, up-down-up, like someone had her head on a string.
Tony felt a click in the back of her throat. Incredulous, she said, “You lied to me? You lied to me.”
The teacher’s eyes darkened a fraction, as if she had a vague realization that she’d done wrong. Oh, had she ever.
“No,” said the teacher. “Did I?”
Tony snatched up the gun and jumped to her feet. She slammed the butt of the gun against the teacher’s ear. The teacher wailed and rolled backward, drawing her legs up and covering her head with her hands. “You lied to me! You said you had a daughter and you were taking Baby Doll to give her some clothes!”
The teacher groaned. “No.”
“You never lie to me. People don’t lie to me! They don’t lie to me!” She hit the teacher’s arms with the gun, pound, pound, pound, and it felt good. She said, “Get up and go into the bathroom or I’ll shoot you apart, I’ll shoot you to pieces, starting with your feet all the way up to your head.”
The woman groaned again and rolled over and up. She stumbled toward the bathroom. “Leave me alone. Please.”
“Bull shit, there ain’t. You lied to me!”
“I was scared, I….” Her words trailed, muddling into incoherent murmurs. Tony pushed the teacher into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. “I’m gonna tie you up. Keep you where I don’t have to look at you, bitch.”
“I…won’t lie anymore. All right?”
“Get in the tub.” She slid the shower curtain back as far as it would go. It was a happy shower curtain, covered with smiling fish and crabs and seahorses. Tony slammed the woman in the chest, knocking her back over the edge of the tub. She landed on her ass with a grunt, arms up in protective stance, head bouncing against the far wall’s tile. She remained without moving, stunned or terrified or both. Back in the bedroom, there was canned laughter on the television set. The girl had probably not moved an inch.
There was a tidy row of bleached, white towels, hand towels, and wash clothes draped on a bar over the toilet. Tony removed the largest towel, bit down on the edge with all the strength in her jaw, and tore the towel down the center. It made two decent-sized strips.
“Get your clothes off,” said Tony. “Stinkin’ liar!”
The teacher had found the bump on her head, and was trying to rub it. “What?”
“Now.”
The teacher shook her head.
“You haven’t taken a shower in days,” said Tony. “Don’t fuck with me. Get ‘em off.”