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Anne Tyler: Earthly Possessions

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"To read a novel by Anne Tyler is to fall in love." PEOPLE Charlotte Emory has always lived a quiet, conventional life in Clarion, Maryland. She lives as simply as possible, and one day decides to simplify everything and leave her husband. Her last trip to the bank throws Charlotte's life into an entirely different direction when a restless young man in a nylon jacket takes her hostage during the robbery-and soon the two are heading south into an unknown future, and a most unexpected fate….

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Anne Tyler


Earthly Possessions

One

The marriage wasn't going well and I decided to leave my husband. I went to the bank to get cash for the trip. This was on a Wednesday, a rainy afternoon in March. The streets were nearly empty and tine bank had just a few customers, none of them familiar to me.

Time was when I knew everybody in Clarion, but then they opened the lipstick factory and strangers started moving in. I was glad. I have lived in this town all my life, thirty-five years, forever. I liked having new people around. I liked standing in that bank feeling anonymous, with some business-suited stranger ahead of me in line and someone behind me wearing a slithery-sounding, city-type nylon jacket. I didn't know the teller either. Though she might have been one of the Benedict girls, just grown up a little. She had that Benedict voice that turned off and on in the middle of words. "How would you like that, sir?" she asked the man ahead of me.

"Fives and ones," he said.

She counted out the fives, then reached into some inconvenient place and came up with a couple of stacks of ones in brown paper bellybands. Just at that moment, the nylon jacket started up behind me. Somebody pushed me, somebody stumbled. There was this sudden flurry all around. A nylon sleeve swooped over my shoulder. A hand fastened on the stacks of bills. I was extremely irritated.

Now look, I wanted to say, don't be so grabby; I was here before you were. But then the teller gave a squawk and the man ahead of me spun in my direction, unbuttoning his suit coat. One of those plumpish men, puffy-faced as if continually, just barely, holding in his anger. He fumbled at his chest and pulled out something stubby. He pointed it at the nylon jacket. Which was black-the sleeve, at any rate. The sleeve darted back (the hand clutching money) and circled my neck. For a moment I was almost flattered. I curved to make way for the object pressing into my ribs. I smelled the foggy smell of new dollars.

"Anybody move and I'll kill her," said the nylon jacket.

It was me he meant.

We backed out, with his sneakers squeaking on the marble floor. Like a camera zooming away I saw first a few people and then more and more, all their faces very still and turned on me. My view grew even wider, took in the whole gloomy, paneled interior of the Maryland Safety Savings Bank. We lurched backward out the door.

"Run," he told me.

He gripped my sleeve and we ran together, down slick wet sidewalks. We passed a man with a dog, one of the Elliott children, a woman pushing a stroller. You'd think they would look up, but they didn't. I Considered stopping very suddenly, asking someone strong for help. (The woman with the stroller is who I'd have chosen.) But how could I visit this affliction on them? I was in quarantine, Typhoid Mary. I didn't stop.

In fact for a while there I imagined I might outdistance him, but his hold on me was very tight and he stayed beside me. His feet slapped the pavement steadily, unhurried. While I myself was gasping for air, my handbag thumping against my hipbone, loafers squelching water, and by the third block it seemed that some sharpedged mainspring had snapped loose inside my chest. I slowed down.

"Keep going," he said.

"I can't." We were in front of Forman's Grocery, comfortable Forman's Grocery with its tissue-wrapped pears. I stopped and turned to him. It was a shock. I had been building this picture of him in my mind, somebody evil-faced, but he was just ordinary, calm-looking, with a tousle of oily black hair and black-rimmed, pale gray eyes. His eyes were level with mine; he was short, for a man. No taller than I was. And much younger. I took heart. "Well," I said, panting, "this is where I get off, I guess." Something clicked on his gun.

We ran on.

Down Edmonds Street; past old Mr. Linthicum, who'd been placed on his stoop as always, rain or shine, by his daughter-in-law. But Mr. Linthicum only smiled, and had long ago stopped talking anyway, so there was no hope there. Down Trapp Street, past my aunt's brown duplex with the wooden eyelet lace dripping from all the eaves. Only she would be inside now, watching "Days of Our Lives." A sharp left down an alley I hadn't known existed, then left again, dodging under somebody's stilt-legged porch, where once, I believe, I played as a child, with a girl called Sis or Sissy, but I hadn't thought of her in years. Then across the gravel road by the lumberyard-does it have a name? — and up another alley. In the alleys it was raining, though elsewhere the rain had stopped. We were traveling a corridor of private weather. I had lost all feeling and seemed to be running motionless, the way you do in dreams.

Then, "Here," he said.

We were facing the rear of a low, dingy building, buckling clapboard in a sea of weeds and potato chip cartons. Not a place I liked the looks of. "Head around front," he told me, "But-"

"Do like I say." I tripped over a mustard jar big enough to pickle a baby in.

Then think how I felt when we reached the front and I saw that it was Libby's Grill-only Libby's. Which was also the local pinball joint and bus depot. It's true that I wasn't exactly known there (I couldn't afford to eat out, didn't play pinball, never traveled), but at least it was public, and there was a good chance someone inside might recognize me. I walked in the door as straight as possible. I looked all around the room. But there was just a stranger drinking coffee at the counter, and the waitress was nobody I'd seen before.

"When's the bus leave?" the bank robber asked her.

"What bus?"

"Next one." She looked at a wristwatch that was safety-pinned to her bosom. "Five minutes back," she said. "He's late as ever."

"Well, me and her want two tickets to the end of the line."

"Round trip?"

"One way." She went over to a drawer, pulled out two ribbons of tickets, and started whacking at them with a set of rubber stamps that stood beside the percolator. Now, surely people didn't come in every day asking for tickets to the end of the line, wherever it was, on the next bus going out. And surely she didn't often see a woman draggly-haired, out of breath, about to collapse from running too hard, accompanied by a stranger all in black. (For even his jeans were black, I saw now, even his sneakers-everything but his startling, white, out-of-place shirt.)

Wouldn't you think she would give us at least a glance? But no, she kept her eyes down, her chin tucked into her other chins, even when accepting the money he laid on the pads of her palm. Before we were halfway out the door, I believe, she had forgotten we existed.

And then the bus had to wheeze up the moment we arrived at the curb, not giving me two seconds to look around for someone familiar. Though I was calmer now. It didn't seem so likely he would shoot me with people around-even these numb, dumb people lining the bus, half of them asleep with their mouths open, old lady talking to herself, soldier with a transistor radio pressed to the, side of his head. Dolly Parton was singing "My Life Is Like Unto a Bargain Store." The vanity case on the old lady's lap was meowing. I decided there was hope. I sank into a seat and felt suddenly light-hearted, as if I were expecting something. As if I were going on a trip, really. Then the bank robber sat down beside me. "You keep on behaving and you're going to be fine," he whispered. (He was a little out of breath himself, I saw.) He reached over, palm down. His hand was square and dark. What did he want? I shrank away, but he just took hold of my purse. "Ill be needing that," he said.

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