Kent Haruf - Eventide

In Duckwall’s she wandered back into the aisles and picked up various items and examined them, and after about fifteen minutes, while the salesclerk at the cash register was ringing up a sale, she pocketed a tube of lipstick and a small tin container of mascara and eye shadow, then drifted slowly away to look at hand mirrors and purses and came up to the front of the store to the stands of greeting cards, and stood there for a while reading the messages, and finally walked out of the store onto the broad sidewalk.

The children had come home on the bus by the time she returned to the trailer, and Betty then told Joy Rae to let her big sister move into her bedroom. Both of you can sleep in the same bed. You have to get to know one another sometime.

Joy Rae was upset and frightened but the girl said: I got something to show you.

What is it?

The girl turned to her mother. We’ll be all right, she said.

Because you’re sisters, Betty said.

They went down the hall to Joy Rae’s orderly bedroom. Sit down, the girl said, and shut the door.

What are you going to do?

I ain’t going to hurt you. Sit down. I want to show you something. Joy Rae sat on the bed as the girl took the lipstick and the mascara from Duckwall’s out of her purse. I’m going to show you how to make up your face, she said. How old are you?

Eleven.

Well, shit. I was already kissing boys and wearing Make a Promise lip dew by then. You’re way behind. You’re awful young-looking, aren’t you. Kind of skinny.

Joy Rae looked away. I can’t help it. It’s just the way I am.

Well, don’t worry about it. We’ll fix you up. The boys in this little shit-ass town are going to go nuts over you. They’re going to want to eat you up. She smiled. Or wish they could.

What are you going to do?

I’ll show you. Lift up your face. That’s it. Well shoot, you’re kind of pretty too, did you know that?

No.

You are. I can see it. You’re going to get prettier too. Like me.

The girl bent over her half sister and brushed mascara on her eyelashes and penciled on eyeliner. Stop blinking, she said. You want to fuck this up? You can’t blink your eyes while I’m doing this. She angled the younger girl’s chin a little and brushed on eye shadow, then stood back to inspect her and twisted open the lipstick tube and outlined the top lip and dabbed a quick deft spot on the bottom. Smooch them together, she said. Yeah, like that. But not so much.

How do I?

Like this. She showed her, then stood back again. Don’t you want to see what you look like?

Yes.

She stepped across the room and took a hand mirror from the dresser and held it in front of her. Well?

Joy Rae studied herself in the mirror, lifting her head and turning her face. Her eyes opened wider. It don’t even look like me.

That’s the point.

Can I keep it on?

Why not? I ain’t going to stop you. Girl, you’re ready to go. Then she lit a cigarette and sat down beside her on the bed.

WHEN BETTY CALLED THEM TO SUPPER, JOY RAE CAME out with the makeup still on her face, and she sat down in her customary chair, looking steadily across the room, waiting.

Hey now, Luther said. Who’s this? Look at my little girl.

Betty looked at her and said: Oh, I don’t know if she’s old enough for that.

She’s got to learn, the girl said. Who’s going to teach her if I don’t?

They sat at the table and ate packaged salisbury steak and frenchfried potatoes and bread, with ice cream for dessert, and Joy Rae said very little to anyone while they ate but only looked at them out of her strange new eyes.

After supper when everyone had gone to bed, the girl telephoned Raydell in Phillips and talked to him for a long time. You miss me? she said. Tell me what you’d do if you was allowed to see me. And what he answered her made her laugh.

The next morning Betty allowed Joy Rae to wear the lipstick to school, but it wasn’t until recess that anyone said anything about it. Then three of the girls crowded around her and asked if she had the lipstick tube with her, and she told them it belonged to her big sister. They wanted to know since when had she gotten a big sister and Joy Rae said she had always had one, except she had never seen her before. They wanted to know when they could meet her. Maybe she could do their faces too.

THE FOLLOWING DAY SHE WAS BACK IN DUCKWALL’S wandering the aisles in the late afternoon. When she was satisfied nobody was watching, she slipped a woman’s clasp purse from a display table into the pocket of her raincoat. Then she drifted again through the aisles and after a while she started out of the store. But the lady clerk stepped in front of her. You plan on paying for that?

For what?

That purse in your pocket. I saw you take it. She pulled the purse out and held it up.

Oh. I forgot I put it in there.

You were going to steal it.

Like hell I was.

The hell you weren’t.

The lady called the manager out of his office in the back, a tall stringy man with a hard little paunch. What’s going on? he said.

This girl here stole this purse.

I wasn’t going to steal it.

Yes she was.

Do you know shoplifting’s a crime? the manager said.

I wasn’t shoplifting, you dumb asshole. I forgot I had it in my pocket.

You better just watch that dirty language. And you can sit right there. He pointed to a chair near the door. Call the police, Darlene, he told the clerk.

The lady made the call and the girl sat on the chair and glared and waited. The manager stood over her. After a while a patrol car drew up to the curb in front of Duckwall’s, and a sheriff’s deputy in a dark blue uniform with a leather belt and revolver came inside, where the manager explained what happened. Is that right? the deputy said.

No, the girl said.

What’s your side of it then?

I wasn’t stealing nothing. I forgot to pay, that’s all. I forgot I had it in my pocket.

You have the money to pay for it?

From her coat pockets she drew out cigarettes and matches and a little plastic purse that contained only coins.

He looked at her. I haven’t seen you before, he said. Who are you?

Donna Lawson.

Where do you live?

I’m staying with my mama and her husband on Detroit Street.

Who’s that?

Luther and Betty Wallace.

The deputy studied her. All right, he said. He turned to the store manager. I’ll take care of this.

I don’t want her back in this store.

She won’t be back in this store. Don’t worry.

She better not.

The deputy led her by the arm out to the car and opened the back door and she got in. He came around and got in behind the wheel and backed away from the curb and drove to Detroit Street and stopped in front of the trailer. This is it, isn’t it?

Yeah, the girl said. She started to get out.

Where you going? he said. Did I tell you to get out?

No.

You wait till I tell you. Shut the door.

She pulled it closed. What do you want?

I’m going to tell you something before we go in there. I’ll give you a break this time. But you better watch yourself. You’re going to end up in more trouble than you can even imagine, more trouble than you ever thought there was in this world.

I didn’t do anything.

Yeah. I heard you before about that. That’s just bullshit. But you and me both know that’s what it is. Because I know what a girl like you can do. I’ve seen it over and over again. And I bet you’ve never been in the backseat of a car before either.

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

Go to hell.

That’s right. Just keep that up. But you better mind me. Hear?

The girl sat looking at his face in the mirror.