Джон Макдональд - All These Condemned

It was hard to make the game work because I’m so used to Paul and used to the way he goes about things. But I pretended hard and it made it a lot better and a sort of crazy thing happened. When, toward the end, I sort of lost my hold on the pretending, when everything goes kind of crazy anyway, I had the ridiculous idea that it was Wilma there with me. Nothing could be sillier than that, I guess.

Just as I was going to sleep I thought that Paul hadn’t kissed me even once, but I was too darn tired to even wonder about it. He can do what he pleases. I needed him and he was there and that was that. He had no kick coming. Not after the way he’d leered at me when we first got there. Wilma says he has a pedestrian mind. You’d know that just to look at him.

Paul was snoring when I woke up. I got out of bed quickly. It was a wonderful day and I felt just divine, just perfectly and wonderfully alive. It was warm and sunny, so after I showered, I got right into my new swimsuit. It’s one piece, a funny olivy green with a texture like velvet and no shoulder straps. I wore my robe over it and went out to breakfast on the terrace. Everybody got whisky sours first. Or rum sours, if you wanted. I think that’s a perfectly marvelous idea. I love that sour taste in the morning, and it’s so gay to get a little edge before you even eat your eggs.

I wished Paul would sleep all day. I wished he’d sleep until it was time to go home. Gilman Hayes was in his swimsuit too. I looked at his hand and wrist in the sun. It surprised me to see his fingernails. Little bits of things, nibbled ’way down, so the pads of his fingers sort of curl up over them. His hand looked strong and square and brown in the sun, and there was a gold watch strap around his heavy wrist, and the sunbleached hair curled over the gold of the strap.

I was just leaving when Paul came shuffling out. Steve and Noel Hess were sitting talking together. Wilma was down on the dock with Judy. I heard Wilma laugh. I went down and swam and then Gilman Hayes got on the water skis. Later he showed me how. He was very strong. I was clumsy at first, but I have natural good balance, and my legs are husky, so I was able to do it pretty well with him teaching me. I guess it was after the skiing that I noticed how Paul was drinking a lot. I looked at him and his eyes didn’t seem to work together quite the way they usually do. And his voice was blurry. Noel was drinking a lot too, which sort of astonished me. I never saw her drink before.

Paul didn’t really get messy drunk until the croquet game. Then he was awful. For a time I was sort of ashamed of him, and then I felt good about it. He’d certainly lost his chance to ever say anything to me again about drinking. I never made such a spectacle of myself as that. We were all drinking, but Paul was the worst. I certainly wasn’t going to lower myself by helping him.

Later on it turned out it was Judy who helped him. If he could remember it, I thought he’d have a nice story for one of those silly lunch things. Judy Jonah put me to bed, boys.

After I ate I suddenly felt terribly sleepy. I went into our room like a mouse. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him up. I was real pooped, but he made such gargling snoring noises, I couldn’t drop off. I remembered seeing Steve and Noel go across the lake in a boat. It had sort of surprised me, but I guess if she was provincial, Wilma wouldn’t have her around. And it didn’t look like Steve would be back. I tried his door and it wasn’t locked, so I stretched out in there on his bed. It had been made up. Alcohol does sort of let you down, and then the best thing to do is sleep for a while, and when you wake up you’re as good as new, usually.

I slept about an hour and then I went down on the dock. I got some more sun. The party had turned sleepy, but I guessed it would pick up again when it got dark. When the sun got too low, I put my robe back on and went on up to the house. Randy was sitting on the dock staring at the lake. And one boat was still gone. I wondered if he was a little sore. But he certainly had no cause to get sore, not the way he acts with Wilma. I guess Noel doesn’t do anything about that, because it is a pretty good job for Randy, and he doesn’t have to work very hard for his money.

I did little dance steps as I went across the terrace so that the hem of my robe swirled. Gee, I felt wonderful. Life had kind of opened up. Like going down an alley for a long time and then coming out into a park. Sometimes a person gets a feeling of how things are going to be in the future. And I just knew that Paul wasn’t going to be in my future. It was funny, I was almost feeling sorry for him, the way I was going to leave him behind. Like something you outgrow, or you decide the style isn’t right for you or something, and you hang it in the back of the closet and then one day you give it away and feel just a little bit sad about giving it away.

Wilma always says you’ve got to be objective about yourself. Look at yourself kind of cold. I looked, but I couldn’t find anything about me that I really didn’t like. I know that’s kind of awful to say. It sounds conceited. But Mary Gort had come one hell of a long way, brother, and she was going to go a long way further, too. And travel light while she was at it.

I had José make me a drink so I could celebrate. Celebrate the end of the alley. I couldn’t even be mad at Paul any more, now that I knew how it was all going to come out. Any pretending I did from now on was going to be for real.

It got real gay again, like I knew it was going to. It was Saturday night, wasn’t it? I like the feel of Saturday nights. There was a buffet thing, where you could fill your own plate, and Paul was still sleeping off his drunk. That was fine by me. Noel was wonderful. Gee, she’d always been so quiet. She got real gay and funny and wonderful, just laughing all the time and making cracks and staying as close to Steve as she could. Steve is nice enough, but golly, even in flat heels I can stare him right straight in the eye, and that does nothing for me, but nothing. Men like that make me feel like some kind of a horse, but she’s little enough for him. We ate and drank and then did some swimming. I had to go to the room and put my suit back on. And when I turned out the bathroom light and went back through the dark bedroom, Paul had to say, “Mavis?” and know what time it was. I told him I hoped he felt dreadful. He certainly sounded as if he did.

My suit was still damp and unpleasant. We drank on the dock under the floodlights and swam some and it was hardly cold at all. Of course we had some antifreeze, but I mean there wasn’t any of that wind that makes you feel cold.

I guess it was Wilma that said swimming felt better without suits on. That was a fine idea. Randy wasn’t swimming anyway, but of those who were, Judy and Wallace Dorn were the only ones who said they’d keep their suits on. Steve went up to the switch box. Then he played a joke on us by turning the lights back on again. He’s a riot sometimes. He kills me.

Wilma was certainly right about the swimming being better. It made you feel free and crazy and wonderful and naughty and bold. We horsed around, playing tag around the end of the docks and stuff like that. The water sort of slides by you, and it was just a little bit warmer than the air right on top. If you went down a little bit, though, it got real icy. It was all dark and mixed up. Gosh, you couldn’t tell who was getting fresh with you, but I didn’t care a bit. I kept thinking that it was just the sort of thing that stuffy old Paul would look down his long nose at. He doesn’t want anybody having any fun, especially me. I wished he’d come out.

I got kind of tired and I floated for a long time. I was close to the dock. I kept my eyes kind of squinty, blurring all the stars. Then I saw somebody on the dock right near me, and I could tell from how skinny he was it was Randy. He was looking down at me. That was the first time I felt even a little bit creepy about not having anything on, but he certainly couldn’t see much. Not by starlight. Then I saw him lift something. One of those water skis, and it looked for a minute like he was going to hit me with it or something. I guess he was going to splash somebody.