The phone rang again. I went and got it. It was Cassie. "How are you doing?"
"Sara and I are preparing a turkey."
"I miss you."
"Merry Christmas to you too. How's the job going?"
"All right. I'm off until January 2nd."
"Happy New Year, Cassie!"
"What the hell's the matter with you?"
"I'm a little airy. I'm not used to white wine so early in the day."
"Give me a call some time."
"Sure."
I walked back into the kitchen. "It was Cassie. People phone on Christmas. Maybe Drayer Baba will call."
"He won't."
"Why?"
"He never spoke aloud. He never spoke and he never touched money."
"That's pretty good. Let me eat some of that raw dressing."
"O.K."
"Say-not bad!"
Then the phone rang again. It worked like that. Once it started ringing it kept ringing. I walked into the bedroom and answered it.
"Hello," I said. "Who's this?"
"You son-of-a-bitch. Don't you know?"
"No, not really." It was a drunken female.
"Guess."
"Wait. I know! It's Iris!"
"Yes, Iris. And I'm pregnant!"
"Do you know who the father is?"
"What difference does it make?"
"I guess you're right. How are things in Vancouver?"
"All right. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
I walked back into the kitchen again.
"It was the Canadian belly dancer," I told Sara.
"How's she doing?"
"She's just full of Christmas cheer."
Sara put the turkey in the oven and we went into the front room. We talked small talk for some time. Then the phone rang again. "Hello," I said.
"Are you Henry Chinaski?" It was a young male voice.
"Yes."
"Are you Henry Chinaski, the writer?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Well, we're a gang of guys from Bel Air and we really dig your stuff, man! We dig it so much that we're going to reward you, man!
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we're coming over with some 6-packs of beer."
"Stick that beer up your ass."
"What?"
"I said, 'Stick it up your ass!'"
I hung up.
"Who was that?" asked Sara.
"I just lost 3 or 4 readers from Bel Air. But it was worth it."
The turkey was done and I pulled it out of the oven, put it on a platter, moved the typer and all my papers off the kitchen table, and placed the turkey there. I began carving as Sara came in with the vegetables. We sat down. I filled my plate, Sara filled hers. It looked good.
"I hope that one with the tits doesn't come by again," said Sara. She looked very upset at the thought.
"If she does I'll give her a piece."
"What?"
I pointed to the turkey. "I said, 'I'll give her a piece.' You can watch."
Sara screamed. She stood up. She was trembling. Then she ran into the bedroom. I looked at my turkey. I couldn't eat it. I had pushed the wrong button again. I walked into the front room with my drink and sat down. I waited 15 minutes and then I put the turkey and the vegetables in the refrigerator.
Sara went back to her place the next day and I had a cold turkey sandwich about 3 pm. About 5 pm there was a terrific pounding on the door. I opened it up. It was Tammie and Arlene. They were cruising on speed. They walked in and jumped around, both of them talking at once.
"Got anything to drink?"
"Shit, Hank, ya got anything to drink?"
"How was your fucking Christmas?"
"Yeah. How was your fucking Christmas, man?"
"There's some beer and wine in the icebox," I told them.
(You can always tell an old-timer: he calls a refrigerator an icebox.)
They danced into the kitchen and opened the icebox.
"Hey, here's a turkey!"
"We're hungry, Hank! Can we have some turkey?"
"Sure."
Tammie came out with a leg and bit into it. "Hey, this is an awful turkey! It needs spices!"
Arlene came out with slices of meat in her hands. "Yeah, this needs spices. It's too mellow! You got any spices?"
"In the cupboard," I said.
They jumped back into the kitchen and began sprinkling on the spices.
"There! That's better!"
"Yeah, it tastes like something now!"
"Organic turkey, shit!"
"Yeah, it's shit!"
"I want some more!"
"Me too. But it needs spices."
Tammie came out and sat down. She had just about finished the leg. Then she took the leg bone, bit and broke it in half, and started chewing the bone. I was astonished. She was eating the leg bone, spitting splinters out on the rug.
"Hey, you're eating the bone!"
"Yeah, it's good!"
Tammie ran back into the kitchen for some more.
Soon they both came out, each of them with a bottle of beer.
"Thanks, Hank."
"Yeah, thanks, man."
They sat there sucking at the beers.
"Well," said Tammie, "we gotta get going."
"Yeah, we're going out to rape some junior high school boys!"
"Yeah!"
The both jumped up and they were gone out the door. I walked into the kitchen and looked into the refrig. That turkey looked like it had been mauled by a tiger-the carcass had simply been ripped apart. It looked obscene.
Sara drove over the next evening.
"How's the turkey?" she asked.
"O.K."
She walked in and opened the refrigerator door. She screamed. Then she ran out.
"My god, what happened?"
"Tammie and Arlene came by. I don't think they had eaten for a week."
"Oh, it's sickening. It hurts my heart!"
"I'm sorry. I should have stopped them. They were on uppers."
"Well, there's just one thing I can do."
"What's that?"
"I can make you a nice turkey soup. I'll go get some vegetables."
"All right." I gave her a twenty.
Sara prepared the soup that night. It was delicious. When she left in the morning she gave me instructions on how to heat it up.
Tammie knocked on the door around 4 pm. I let her in and she walked straight to the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened. "Hey, soup, huh?" "Yeah."
"Is it any good?" "Yeah."
"Mind if I try some?" "O.K."
I heard her put it on the stove. Then I heard her dipping in there.
"God! This stuff is mild! It needs spices!"
I heard her spooning the spices in. Then she tried it.
"That's better! But it needs more! I'm Italian, you know. Now… there… that's better! Now I'll let it heat up. Can I have a beer?"
"All right."
She came in with her bottle and sat down.
"Do you miss me?" she asked.
"You'll never know."
"I think I'm going to get my job back at the Play Pen."
"Great."
"Some good tippers come in that place. One guy he tipped me 5 bucks each night. He was in love with me. But he never asked me out. He just ogled me. He was strange. He was a rectal surgeon and sometimes he masturbated as he watched me walking around. I could smell the stuff on him, you know."
"Well, you got him off…"
"I think the soup is ready. Want some?"
"No thanks."
Tammie went in and I heard her spooning it out of the pot. She was in there a long time. Then she came out.
"Could you lend me a five until Friday?"
"No."
"Then lend me a couple of bucks."
"No."
"Just give me a dollar then."