eyes. They were light and shiny. “It’s over, Patty. Now, Patty, now we start,” and he bent his head to her face.
She stood still and waited. He was so close now he couldn’t see her face.
The kiss was like murder. His head jerked back and he saw now how she had pulled back her lips, and where he had tried to kiss her he saw the teeth.
For a moment he didn’t talk. His arms dropped away from her.
“Where’d you get that jolt?”
“Had my head measured.” Her tongue went over her teeth a few times. “Us vipers stick together.”
He ran his hands through his hair with sharp strokes. “Pat. Try to hear me. I know you’re high. I-”
“High! So high you look like a runt!” His face had changed and she took a step back. “You want me to go, Benny?”
He watched her. “Did you come back?”
“Oh, Benny!” she called, and her arms were out. “Oh, Benny!”
He took it the only way he could. He went to her. She sagged in his arms and her mouth wanted that kiss. He could feel it under him, felt it move, and they stayed close. Then he gave her time to breathe, watching her face smile at him. She has a thousand different smiles, he thought, a new smile.
“You can let go now,” she said.
“What did you say?”
“Let go.” She was still smiling that way.
“Pat, come here.”
She moved back with an even step and then the smile said, “Tapkow, to me you are dead.”
For a moment he thought he was going to kill her and his fingers curled involuntarily. She had seen it and started to crouch the way he had done. With a crazy switch in her voice she suddenly talked like a record set at the wrong speed. “Look, Benny Tapkow, look what I got.” She flailed her hands through the air, fingers clawed. “Hooks, Benny Tapkow, look at the hooks!”
“Shut up!”
Her hands kept clawing.
“Shut up, you crazy bitch, shut up!”
He whirled away from her and ran to the open window. His shoulders moved up and down, and he kept twisting his head as if there were a kink in his neck. And when she saw that she slid down along the wall and sat on the floor. Then she began to cry.
She would have cried like that with or without the dope in her blood, and no dope was big enough to cover the misery she felt.
It lasted just so long, and Benny didn’t come. It lasted just so long and then the fever caught her up again, and that saved her.
Benny was walking toward her. He was too late.
“Chauffeur,” she called. “Help me up from the floor.”
Benny did.
“Chauffeur, take your hands off my arm.”
He let go and watched her rub herself where his hand had been. He figured she was higher than he’d ever seen her before. The flitting hands showed it, her poor face jumping through changes that had no transition at all.
“What do you want, Tapkow” Her voice showed it. “You’re peeping at me.” She put her hands over her breasts.
“I don’t think I want anything any more,” he said.
She misunderstood. The sharp crease down her forehead was like an evil mark and she almost spat. “I was waiting to hear it, you filth. I was waiting to hear the ugly sound of it and now it’s out. You had enough, you had me and now you’re through. You don’t tickle any more when I’m there. I’ve thrown it at you much too easy.”
“Christ-”
“Shut up, Saint Benny, and let me tell you. Let me-let me-” She shook her head. The frown on her face showed her confusion. She had forgotten the rest of what she meant to say.
The dope, he thought. It’ll soon blow over. He saw her skip across the room, pick up the lamp on the table, and twirl with it as if dancing. The next time she came around the lamp flew out and caught him on the shoulder. What hurt worse was the laughter. “And next he’ll do like he did it to Daddy. Here comes the runt!” she yelled. “Here comes Saint Benny-O to walk on his Patty-O. No, you don’t.” She stood against the wall where the bookcase was.
“I’m not moving, Pat.”
“No?” She reached for a book end, a little elephant whose trunk was raised. “So I’ll move.”
He watched her come close but didn’t stir. When she swung at him with the book end he stepped aside easily, but right then her foot caught his groin. He doubled over.
It’s the dope, he kept telling himself, it’s the dope. “You can leave now, Tapkow.” She bent to look at his face. “You can leave now.” She spat at him, wet and full.
He held on to the table, wiped his face. “That’s enough,” he said through the pain.
“Far from it.” She spat again. “I’ve done this to all of them who’ve run out.”
“Enough, Pat.”
“I used to shack with the butler, he got it. The-”
“Pat-” His voice shook with effort.
“Now the chauffeur,” and her arm flung out The book end was still in her hand. The sharp pain on the side of his head was the shock that finally did it. His hand whipped out and knocked the thing from her grasp so that she staggered. When she yelled, “Chauffeur!” again, his hand kept on going, smacking her hard across the mouth. In the moment of silence that followed she opened her lips and said, “You’re enjoying it, Tapkow.”
He struck her again, the right of the face and the left of the face, to wipe away the hate and to clear his head of the pain.
She sat against the wall and just breathed. Benny straightened, then he sat down. But it didn’t help. The pain he felt was not the kind that could be comforted, and it wasn’t his body that ached. He would just sit a while and wait. He would try nothing for a while.
Her breathing was the only sound. He heard it get stronger, then hard, until he realized that she was sobbing. He turned and saw no tears, just the hard sobbing and her face with an agony on it.
“Pat.” She didn’t fight now when he touched her. “I’m here now, Pat.” He held her like that for a while. His hand was under her right breast and he felt her heart.
“Yes, Benny,” she said, and they got up. “Yes, Benny. Yes.”
He carried her out of the room, to the other one where it was dark, and there was nobody else around, so the door stayed open.
When Benny came back, when he stood in the lighted room by the window, he might well have been a different man.
He waited for her and looked at the darkness through the door. The light snapped on then.
“Coming out, Patty?”
“I’m making up.”
He lit a cigarette and waited. “You needn’t,” he called out.
He heard her laugh. He thought that she had a thousand different laughs and he hadn’t heard this one before.
Then she came into the room. She looked calm, she walked quietly, and she sat down on the couch with a soft movement.
She raised her face and laughed. She laughed at the way he was staring, but her face hardly moved.
“Pat, cut it out!”
She had used her lipstick, but only the upper lip was painted.
“Yes, Tapkow?”
“My God, what is it now?” He went to sit down next to her.
She moved away just a little and her hand went up to pull at her ear lobe. She looked him straight in the face, her smile fixed as before.
