"I've ordered it. We'll pick it up tomorrow."
"Is it a good bike, Mommy? I want a ten-speed with a hand brake and pedal grips."
"It's a good bike, Kenny."
"Are you sure it will be ready?"
We drove back. I stayed overnight. Renny had his own bedroom.
In the morning we all sat in the breakfast nook together waiting for the maid to arrive. Dee Dee finally got up to fix breakfast for us. Renny said, "Mommy, how do you break an egg?"
Dee Dee looked at me. She knew what I was thinking. I remained silent.
"All right, Renny, come here and I'll show you."
Renny walked over to the stove. Dee Dee picked up an egg. "You see, you just break the shell against the side of the pan… like this… and let the egg fall out of the shell into the pan… like this…"
"Oh…"
"It's simple."
"And how do you cook it?"
"We fry it. In butter."
"Mommy, I can't eat that egg."
"Why?"
"Because the yoke is broken!"
Dee Dee turned around and looked at me. Her eyes said, "Hank, don't say a goddamned word…"
A few mornings later found us all in the breakfast nook again. We were eating while the maid worked in the kitchen. Dee Dee said to Renny, "You've got your bike now. I want you to pick up a 6-pack sometime today. When I get home I want a Coke or two to drink."
"But, Mommy, those Cokes are heavy! Can't you get them?"
"Renny, I work all day and I'm tired. You get the Cokes."
"But, Mommy, there's a hill. I'll have to pedal over the hill."
"There's no hill. What hill?"
"Well, you can't see it with your eyes, but it's there…"
"Renny, you get those Cokes, understand?"
Renny got up, walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. Dee Dee looked away. "He's testing me. He wants to see if I love him."
"I'll get the Cokes," I said.
"That's all right," said Dee Dee, "I'll get them."
Finally, none of us got them…
Dee Dee and I were at my place a few days later picking up the mail and looking around when the phone rang. It was Lydia. "Hi," she said, "I'm in Utah."
"I got your note," I said.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Everything's all right."
" Utah 's nice in the summer. You ought to come up here. We'll go camping. All my sisters are here."
"I can't get away right now."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm with Dee Dee."
"Dee Dee?"
"Well, yes…"
"I knew you'd use that phone number," she said. "I told you you'd use that number!"
Dee Dee was standing next to me. "Please tell her," she said, "to give me until September."
"Forget her," Lydia said. "To hell with her. You come up here and see me."
"I can't drop everything just because you phone. Besides," I said, "I'm giving Dee Dee until September."
"September?"
"Yes."
Lydia screamed. It was a long loud scream. Then she hung up.
After that Dee Dee kept me away from my place. Once, while we were at my place going over the mail, I noticed the phone off the hook. "Never do that again," I told her.
Dee Dee took me for long rides up and down the coast. She took me on trips to the mountains. We went to garage sales, to movies, to rock concerts, to churches, to friends, to dinners and lunches, to magic shows, picnics and circuses. Her friends photographed us together.
The trip to Catalina was horrible. I waited with Dee Dee on the dock. I was really hungover. Dee Dee got me an Alka-Seltzer and a glass of water. The only thing that helped was a young girl sitting across from us. She had a beautiful body, long good legs, and she wore a mini-skirt. With the mini-skirt she wore long stockings, a garter belt, and she had on pink panties under the red skirt. She even wore high heeled shoes.
"You're looking at her, aren't you?" asked Dee Dee.
"I can't stop."
"She's a slut."
"Sure."
The slut got up and played pinball, wiggling her behind to help the balls fall in. Then she sat back down, showing more than ever.
The seaplane came in, unloaded, and then we stood out on the dock and waited to board. The seaplane was red, of 1936 vintage, had two propellers, one pilot and 8 or 10 seats.
If I don't puke in that thing, I thought, I will have fooled the world.
The girl in the mini-skirt wasn't getting on.
Why was it that every time you saw a woman like that you were always with another woman?
We got on, strapped ourselves in.
"Oh," said Dee Dee, "I'm so excited! I'm going up and sit with the pilot!"
"O.K."
So we took off and Dee Dee was up there sitting with the pilot. I could see her talking away. She did enjoy life or she appeared to. Lately it didn't mean much to me-I mean her excited and happy reaction to life-it irritated me somewhat, but mostly it left me without feeling. It didn't even bore me.
We flew and we landed, the landing was rough, we swung low along some cliffs and bounced and the spray went up. It was something like being in a speed boat. Then we taxied to another dock and Dee Dee came back and told me all about the seaplane and the pilot, and the conversation. There was a big piece cut out of the floor up there, and she'd asked the pilot, "Is this thing safe?" and he had answered, "Damned if I know."
Dee Dee had gotten us a hotel room right on the shore, on the top floor. There was no refrigeration so she got a plastic tub and packed ice in it for my beer. There was a black and white t. v. and a bathroom. Class.
We went for a walk along the shore. The tourists were of two types-either very young or very old. The old walked about in pairs, man and woman, in their sandals and dark shades and straw hats and walking shorts and wildly-colored shirts. They were fat and pale with blue veins in their legs and their faces were puffed and white in the sun. They sagged everywhere, folds and pouches of skin hung from their cheekbones and under their jowls.
The young were slim, and seemed made of smooth rubber. The girls had no breasts and tiny behinds and the boys had tender soft faces and grinned and blushed and laughed. But they all seemed contented, young high school people and old people. There was very little for them to do, but they lounged in the sun and seemed fulfilled.
Dee Dee went into the shops. She was delighted with the shops, buying beads, ashtrays, toy dogs, postcards, necklaces, figurines, and seemed happy with everything. "Oooh, look!" She talked to the shop owners. She seemed to like them. She promised one lady that she would write when she got back to the mainland. They had a mutual friend-a man who played percussion in a rock band.
Dee Dee bought a cage with two love birds and we went back to the hotel. I opened a beer and turned on the t.v. The selection was limited.
"Let's go for another walk," said Dee Dee. "It's so lovely outside."
"I'm going to sit here and rest," I said.
"You don't mind if I go without you?"
"It's all right."
She kissed me and left. I turned off the t.v. and opened another beer. Nothing to do on this island but get drunk. I walked to the window. On the beach below Dee Dee was sitting next to a young man, talking happily, smiling and gesturing with her hands. The young man grinned back. It felt good not to be part of that sort of thing. I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.