Rona Jaffe - Mazes and Monsters

He had been born when his parents were just three years older than he was now. He couldn’t imagine such a weight of responsibility. It gave him a chill. No wonder they had felt trapped. But he didn’t like thinking about his parents being nearly his age and being reckless and romantic and frightened. He preferred thinking about his friends and his life here at college, and his image, and the game they would be playing again this fall. And, of course, he had to think about the big problem. They needed a fourth player. Michael had flunked out last spring after final exams, and that had made it necessary to replan their entire strategy.

Jay Jay began to unpack as he thought about what they were going to do. First he took the cover off Merlin’s cage. His beloved mynah bird, whom he’d named Merlin “because he brought a little magic into my life.”

“Good morning, Merlin,” Jay Jay said.

Merlin blinked his goofy little eyes and began to whistle “Toot, toot, tootsie, good-bye.”

“Oh, I love you,” Jay Jay said. “I love you the best and the most. Talk to me.”

“Birds can’t talk,” Merlin said sternly, just the way Jay Jay had taught him to.

Jay Jay laughed and filled Merlin’s bowls with mynah bird mixture and water, and then he plugged in the electric heater that kept the room warm enough for his tropical bird.

He folded his dozen cashmere sweaters and put them into the dresser drawer along with his two dozen preppie-looking shirts. He lined up his collection of funny hats along the dresser top: the Alpine hat, the hard hat, the cowboy hat, the sombrero, the Snoopy aviator cap, the World War I German helmet, and the Mickey Mouse Club beanie with the ears. Shiny loafers were neatly lined up inside the closet, under his jackets and raincoat and down coat for the hateful winters. He unrolled his posters of W. C. Fields, Harpo Marx, Charlie Chaplin, and his true love, Brigitte Bardot, and taped them on the walls. Jay Jay was crazy about older women. He blew Bardot a kiss. Stereo components assembled and plugged in, tra la. Books and records neatly placed in the bookcase. A nice bottle of Mai Tai mix in case the occasion arose. A bottle of vodka in case it didn’t. Six cartons of thin brown cigarettes that looked like little cigars, in the back of the closet because people in the dorm stole things. A little bag of Acapulco Gold — the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow — under the mattress. And, saving the best for last, the maps he had made of every Mazes and Monsters game the four of them had ever played, plus his dice, his new graph paper, his already memorized Encyclopedia of Monsters, and his Creature Compendium Advanced Edition III.

Now he was ready to go downstairs, wait for his friends to arrive, and figure out how to replace Michael.

Last year the four of them had been perfect. Daniel had been the Maze Controller because he was a computer genius with a wild imagination. Also Daniel was calm, and he was never arbitrary. If he said the King of the Gray Rats had bitten off your arm, he was indisputably right. If you were dead, well then you were dead. Kate, Michael, and Jay Jay had been the players. Kate was the bravest, Jay Jay the cleverest, and Michael — well, forget him, he was scooping ice cream at Baskin-Robbins now. At the end of last year they had decided that this year they would all get single rooms, but Michael would room with Daniel and they would use the extra room just to play the game. It would be sacred. Every room had a lock on its door. They would have their own fantasy world just for themselves and no one would know. But the dummy had been so involved in the game that he stopped going to classes, stopped studying, and blew it.

Nobody would room with Jay Jay; he was too crazy, and he kept his room so warm for Merlin that nobody could stand it. Kate and Daniel couldn’t room together; there was nothing romantic between them, which was just as well. If you went together and then broke up it would mess up everything to do with living arrangements. Jay Jay wondered briefly what it would be like to go with Kate, and he smiled ruefully. There were some people you just knew you could never have, no matter how much you charmed everyone else.

He remembered the first time he’d ever seen her — a year ago at Freshman Orientation Week. She had just parked her car, a little red Rabbit with California plates, in front of the dorm, and was unloading it. He couldn’t believe a Freshman girl had driven all the way across country all by herself. She was just his height; which made her five feet five; and slender, and she had shiny shoulder-length brown hair, big chocolate-brown eyes, and little freckles — but what was so marvelous was her smile. It lit up her whole face and made you want to laugh. Jay Jay fell in love with her at first sight, and actually offered to help her lug her things up the stairs, a considerable task as she had everything you could think of including skis. It seemed about ten minutes later that she’d found a boyfriend, and it wasn’t him. But she remained his friend. It was sad when he thought of what would never be, because he was always right about these things and he knew he and Kate would never be, but he also knew he was the only person who understood her. She was small and tough and fearless and independent. Nobody messed with Kate. It was typical that when they chose which characters they would be, Kate had made herself Glacia the Fighter.

Jay Jay had been Freelik the Frenetic of Glossamir, a Sprite. They planned to continue being these characters this year, forever in fact, unless they got killed. He was the Sprite with his flighty but wily ways, the scamp, the trickster. Can’t catch me, can’t hurt me, can’t leave me because I’ll disappear. Couldn’t hurt a Fighter either. But secretly Jay Jay knew that he and Kate were just the same. For under that armor she wore for the world, he had seen what no one else had been able to see: seen it and loved it and loved her for it — her frightened, vulnerable, wildly beating heart.

He stood now on the front steps of the large, plain, red-brick dorm, watching the golden sun fall down behind the identical dorm across the street, counting what must be the hundredth car that drove up and dropped people off in front of what would be their homes for the next year. The campus, in some awful way, looked like a housing project; big and crowded and impersonal, with sad-looking trees on stingy lawns. It was getting dark, and in the distance he could see the lights coming on in the town of Pequod, illuminating the fast-food joints and gas stations, the few cheap restaurants, and the giant billboards advertising exotic liquors and airplane escapes to Las Vegas or Chicago. He wondered if this university was like most universities, and if the town was like most other college towns; a small oasis of learning in the middle of larger towns that were all alike, surrounded by superhighways that led to similar towns and communities, where people led boring lives and looked out their car windows at billboard paintings that promised adventure. He felt much older than sixteen; he felt he had discovered a truth, and all of a sudden he felt lonely.

Then he saw Kate. She was driving her brave little car, and when she saw him her face lit up in that enormous grin. She screeched to a stop, jumped out, and hugged him.

“Jay Jay!”

“Carry your bags, lady?”

“I was going to drive right up the steps. Wouldn’t you have just shit?”

“No, but you’d have ripped your tires.”

“I think you grew,” she said.

“You want a knuckle sandwich?”

“A what? ”

“I think you’re deficient in old movies. What did you waste your time on all summer?”

“Is Daniel back yet?”

“Nope,” Jay Jay said. “We’re the first.”