Мариам Петросян - The Gray House

“And what do you know, it's R One with Tubby. He tosses him over to us, bang! And those screams, screams everywhere ...”

It's dark in the anteroom, but the light is on in the bathroom, and voices are coming from over there. I lean against the doorframe and listen. I don't have to see them to figure out who's bullying whom.

“It was me, but not exactly me,” Smoker explains. “I was scared half to death, and at the same time it was kind of pleasant. I don't know how that works... Knowing that you look like that and not dying right then and there.”

“What else did you expect, doing junk?”

I don't see them, but I know that Black's chin is suspended now over Smoker's head like a hammer over an anvil. And when it strikes we're going to see sparks.

“A cat, a kangaroo, a dinosaur... Whatever's your heart's desire, it can be arranged here. All you have to do is ask. Jeez! Crawling over to Vulture and guzzling crap in his hole! He hasn't eaten anything but dope for the last hundred years! If you need to kick the bucket quickly, then sure, come for a visit and help yourself to his goodies. Just don't whine afterward that something didn't go quite the way you figured. You're lucky to be alive. He was a cat, imagine that!”

“That's not what I mean!”

Poor Smoker. He's been boxed into a corner and tries to bite back, though timidly. He doesn't know whom he's dealing with.

“That's not my point... I'm talking about how it made me feel. I liked it, you see?”

“Yes, I see,” Black echoes sourly. “Do you see where this is going, who it is you are trying to buddy up to?”

“But Tabaqui ...”

“don't tell me about Tabaqui. Better yet, don't say anything at all. Just think. Go back to the room, look at them all really hard, and think. What did Blind tell you?”

“Not to go out at night.”

“Ha!”

Black tries to cram his entire stock of irony into that one syllable.

“But that's exactly what you're saying!”

“Except I was in the room the whole time. While he was—who knows where? Have you seen him? The way he looks?”

The door squeaks. I interrupt my listening session and take a step back, hiding under the coat rack. It's someone small and dark, tracking close to the wall.

“Who?” I call softly to the visitor.

“Me.”

Ginger's voice.

“It's me, Sphinx.” Her hand touches me and flees. “Are you hiding?”

“Not anymore.”

I come out into the sliver of light on the floor seeping from under the bathroom door. We continue the conversation in whispers.

“What's wrong?”

“I have to know. Red. What's happened to him? People say all kinds of things ...”

The Sepulcher is sprouting out of her words. Three kids in a trashed room. Girl's hair, bright as a flame. And the pillows flying from one bed to the other, spraying feathers.

“It's all right. He’ll live. Just got cut a bit.”

I'm saying what I think is the truth, not what I learned from Jackal. If Jackal is to be believed, Red's corpse is already cold.

“Thank you,” the girl whispers in the dark, and starts crying.

All right, Sphinx, where's your shoulder? Come on, get it out. That's about the only thing you've got.

She finds it herself, by touch. We're standing there in the shadows, her face buried in my jacket. Water is rushing down in the bathroom, and Black's voice continues tormenting Smoker, pouring poison in his ears. In the dorm Tabaqui is composing a song about the night's events, and the one event he considers the most entertaining is that the guy that this girl crying into my shoulder thinks of as her brother got cut. A perfect subject for a nice song. I am fuming, even though I'm not sure who or what is more deserving of my anger. Probably this night that refuses to end.

“Let's go,” I say to her. “We’ll have some tea.”

Now how to go about shutting up Jackal?

“No. I can’t. I only wanted to find out about Red. I knew you guys would know ...”

Lucky she can't hear either the song or Black's mutterings.

“Come on,” I say. “You can spend the night with us. Tabaqui is going to tell you all about it. He was there, you know.”

“But ...”

“What is it?”

She takes a hesitant step back toward the door.

“Noble is going to take it the wrong way. We had a talk. Today. He came to see me. So if I came to your place now... That would look like an answer.”

“Do you want to answer him?”

Silence. Of a more confused than an angry shade. At least that's what I read into it. Maybe I'm just fooling myself.

“Do you or don't you?”

She is still silent.

“Gingie?”

“Let's go.” She grabs my sleeve. “I have no idea what I want now. But I know I don't want to go back.”

We go together. Our arrival in the room cuts the song short and causes a state of general confusion in the pack. They come to relatively quickly.

Tabaqui delivers a welcome oration. Lary waves his hands invitingly from the cups to the coffeemaker and back. Humpback runs out, balancing a stack of ashtrays. Alexander steps into the saucer of milk for the cats and spills it all over. I lead Ginger to the quadruple bed. She sits next to Noble, and Goldenhead's eyes light up with a possessive flame. He bashfully extinguishes it with his lashes.

“Ginger is asking after Red,” I explain.

It sounds like a bad pun.

“Oh, Red! What about Red?” Tabaqui switches gears, instantly reviving all of the corpses he has inventively piled up. “Nothing much happened to him, really. Ralph came in just in the nick of time and saved him. Here's how it all went down ...”

THE HOUSE MALE STUDENTS

FOURTH —

BLIND

SPHINX

TABAQUI

NOBLE

HUMPBACK

ALEXANDER

(LARY)

SMOKER

TUBBY

THIRD BIRDS —

VULTURE

LIZARD

ANGEL

DODO

(HORSE)

BUTTERFLY

DEAREST

GUPPY

(BUBBLE)

BEAUTY

ELEPHANT

FICUS

SHRUB

SECOND RATS —

(RED)

VIKING

CORPSE

ZEBRA

(HYBRID)

(MONKEY)

MICROBE

(TERMITE)

SUMAC

PORCUPINE

CARRION

RINGER

WHITEBELLY

TINY

GREENERY

DAWDLER

SQUIB

SOLOMON

AS OF THE END OF BOOK THREE

SIXTH HOUNDS —

(BLACK)

OWL

CROOK

(GNOME)

SHUFFLE

(WOOLLY)

LAURUS

RABBIT

(ZIT)

SLEEPY

(GENEPOOL)

DEALWITHIT

SPLUTTER

HEADLIGHT

HASTEWASTE

EARS

NUTTER

(RICKSHAW)