Ron Rash - Chemistry and Other Stories

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From the pre-eminent chronicler of this forgotten territory, stories that range over one hundred years in the troubled, violent emergence of the New South.
In Ron Rash's stories, spanning the entire twentieth century in Appalachia, rural communities struggle with the arrival of a new era.
Three old men stalk the shadow of a giant fish no one else believes is there. A man takes up scuba diving in the town reservoir to fight off a killing depression. A grieving mother leads a surveyor into the woods to name once and for all the county where her son was murdered by thieves.
In the Appalachia of Ron Rash's stories, the collision of the old and new south, of antique and modern, resonate with the depth and power of ancient myths.

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“Daddy say he’ll be out in a minute,” she says. Then she runs like hell back to the trailer, maybe to finish her dessert or watch a cartoon. I sit and think how we haven’t done too bad, me and Luther. At least we aren’t inside Calhoun Mills sucking up cotton dust all day and coughing it back up all night, like our daddies did. And unlike most of the guys we played football with in high school, our knees aren’t zippered and our backs aren’t hurting all the time.

Luther finally comes out. He’s got a six-pack of Miller in one hand and shoes and socks in the other.

“Sorry,” he says. “Got stuck at the bank after work. You ever seen one of them loan applications?”

I tell him I have, but it’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about it, probably didn’t even mean to bring it up. He looks out the window and I concentrate on navigating the washed-out piece of shit the county calls a road.

When we walk into the gym, nobody else white is around. Which isn’t any big surprise, Holly Oak being on the black side of Shelby. But I work with a couple of the guys, played football with a couple more, and I’m with Luther, so everything is cool. They’re playing half-court, which is fine by me. I smoke too much to have any wind. Two guys in the bleachers say they’ve got the next game, but they take us and one guy off the losing team. I walk over to a side basket to stretch a little and shoot a few baskets, but I’ve barely got my sweats off when it’s our game.

Winners get the ball, so their point guard, a guy I don’t know, dribbles out to half-court. Luther guards him. This guy takes about two dribbles before Luther picks his pocket, wings me a pass, and I lay it in. After that I set a few picks and pull down a few boards, but it’s Luther’s show. He’s pushing thirty-two, but he’s still quick as lightning and slick as owl shit. As good as Luther was in football in high school, he was even better in basketball. A lot of people thought he was second best on the team our senior year. Luther played basketball like he played football, all out and physical, elbows and knees like raw hamburger from diving after loose balls.

We’re up 13–3 when Cedric comes in. Their big guy has the ball and I’m guarding him close, but he just stops dribbling, stares over at the door like he’s just seen a ghost.

I don’t recognize Cedric at first. He’s skinny, skinnier than in high school. Cocaine can do that to you. He’s got on an NBA sweat suit, the kind you can’t buy at a sporting goods store or even order from a catalog.

He’s carrying a gym bag in his right hand. Then someone says, “Cedric,” and I know for sure.

“Let’s play,” says Luther, snatching the ball from their center’s hands, throwing it to their point guard a little too hard. “Take it out.”

They do and I get a rebound, Luther hits a jump shot, and a drive, and the game’s over. The losers walk over to Cedric, and a couple of the guys on our team join them. I walk over to the water fountain. Luther’s out at midcourt. He bounces the ball hard against the floor.

“Let’s play,” Luther yells, but nobody’s listening.

I get my water, try to decide if I want to go over and say hello to Cedric. We’d known each other since first grade, played football together in junior high and been in the same classes until our junior year, when it became clear he’d be getting scholarship offers. After that they’d put him in college prep. We’d still seen each other some, mainly in the weight room. But that was half a life ago. I didn’t want to risk going up to him, having to explain who I was and then him having to pretend he remembered. I walked over anyway, but let him speak first.

“Ricky, my main man,” he says, raising his hand for a high five. “How’s it going?”

There’s not many people I look up to, but Cedric is six-six. I have to stretch to slap palms.

“What’s with the beard?” He reaches out and gives it a tug. “You trying to look like that Manson dude?” He pushes my hair back. “Gotta check and make sure you haven’t got an x carved in your forehead.”

It feels good, his kidding, his remembering me. “How you doing, Cedric?” I ask.

“Great, man,” he says. “I was telling these guys Boston wants me to fly up for a tryout. Told them I had to come home and see my momma first. Told them I need some home cooking to sustain me.”

Everybody laughs. We hope it’s true, but I’m close enough to smell liquor on his breath. His eyes are bloodshot.

“Let’s play,” yells Luther. He’s still at midcourt, but he takes a few steps toward us. “This your game, Jo-Jo?” he asks. Jo-Jo played football with us back in high school. He nods.

“Well, get your black ass and whoever you got playing with you out here,” Luther says.

Jo-Jo turns to Cedric. “You want to play with us?”

“Sure,” Cedric says. “Just give me a minute to put on my brace.”

I go out to midcourt with our other guys. Charles, who plays forward, turns to Luther.

“Who’s gonna try to guard him?” Charles asks.

I’m the tallest, the only one who is even close to Cedric’s height, but even with Cedric wearing the knee brace, there’s no way in hell I’m quick enough. He’d have to be in a damn wheelchair for me to stay with him. Charles is six feet, and he’s fairly quick, world-class speed compared to me.

“I’ll take him,” says Luther.

It takes five minutes for Cedric to get the brace on. There are all sorts of snaps and locks. Everybody, even Luther, is watching him put it on, all of us knowing how he’d hurt his knee, not on the court but outside a bar in Detroit.

Luther takes the ball out, passes to Charles, who’s being guarded by Cedric. Charles fakes left, dribbles right, and goes by Cedric for a layup, and it’s clear nobody has called or is going to call from Boston or anywhere else. Luther takes the ball out, passes it to Charles again. Charles must be wanting another story to tell his grandkids because he fakes left again. But this time Cedric just backs up, cuts off the lane to the basket. Charles pulls up for a jumper that Cedric swats into the bleachers. Even with a bum knee, he can still sky.

Luther hits a long jumper, then misses a gimme at the foul line. Cedric rebounds and dribbles out to the top of the key. Luther picks him up, covers Cedric like a second skin, bumping him, contesting every dribble. Cedric brings the ball up to shoot. Luther slaps at the ball but only gets flesh. The ball doesn’t even make it to the rim.

“My ball,” says Cedric. “Got a foul.”

Luther looks at him. “Bullshit.”

Jo-Jo throws the ball back to Cedric.

“What you mean, Luther?” says Cedric. “You saying that handcuffing wasn’t a foul?”

“Damn right,” says Luther. “Quit crying.”

Cedric bounces the ball to Luther.

“Okay, Luther, your ball.”

Jo-Jo comes up to guard Luther, but Luther just holds it, looks over at Cedric.

“You afraid to guard me, superstar?”

Cedric just stares at him, puzzled but also a little pissed off. In high school Luther had been the point guard and Cedric the power forward. They’d been the two tightest guys on the team. Luther ran down loose balls, made a few steals, and hit a couple of jump shots, but the main reason he was on the court was to get Cedric the ball when he was close to the basket, even when Cedric was double-teamed. And he had. He’d gotten Cedric the ball enough for Cliffside High to win the state 2-A championship our senior year.

“Okay, Luther,” Cedric says. “I’ll guard you.”

Luther passes the ball to Charles, gets it back, and spins toward the basket. He gets himself between Cedric and the goal, but when Luther releases the ball Cedric blocks it from behind, comes up with the loose ball, and dribbles out to the key. Luther’s all over him but it doesn’t matter. Cedric puts the ball between his legs one time, lines up the basket with his elbow, and releases.

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