screamed… and then they started to eat with spoons. She ate, too, and they all laughed when she screamed and flopped around…”
“Who? Who was it?”
“And then they piled on wood and burned it and danced around the fire… and then they buried everything in the garden… she went out to get the shovel in the car… I saw it all… do you want to see where they buried her?”
“You know what, friend?” I said. “Let’s go to my place.”
“What for?”
“To get some sleep, that’s what for. Everyone is sleeping — only you and I are palavering here.”
“Nobody is sleeping. You really are new. Right now no one is sleeping. You must not sleep now.”
“Let’s go, let’s go,” said I, “over to my place.”
“I won’t go,” he said. “Don’t touch me. I didn’t say your name.”
“I am going to take a belt,” I said menacingly, “and I will strap your behind.”
Apparently this calmed him. He clutched my hand again and became silent.
“Let’s go, old pal, let’s go,” I said. “You’re going to sleep and I will sit alongside you. And if anything at all happens, I will awaken you at once.”
We climbed into my room through the window (he absolutely refused to enter the house by the front door), and I put him to bed. I intended to tell him a tale, but he fell asleep immediately. His face looked tortured, and every few minutes he quivered in his sleep. I pushed the chair by the window, wrapped myself in a bathrobe, and smoked a cigarette to calm my nerves. I attempted to think about Rimeyer and about the Fishers, with whom I had not met up after all; about what must happen on the twenty-eighth; and about the Art Patrons, but nothing came of it and this irritated me. It was annoying that I was unable to think about my business as something of importance. The thoughts scattered and jumbled emotions intruded, and I did not think so much as I felt. I felt that I hadn’t come for nothing, but at the same time, I sensed that I had come for altogether the wrong reason.
But Len slept. He did not even awake when an engine snorted at the gate, car doors were slammed, there were shouts, chokes, and howls in different voices, so that I almost decided that a crime was being committed in front of the house, when it became clear that it was just Vousi coming back. Happily humming, she began to undress while still in the garden, negligently draping her blouse, skirt, and other garments over the apple branches. She didn’t notice me, came into the house, shuffled around upstairs for a while, dropped something heavy, and finally settled down. It was close to five o’clock. The glow of dawn was kindling over the sea.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When I woke up, Len was already gone. My shoulder ached so badly that the pain pounded in my head, and I promised myself to take it easy the whole day. Grunting and feeling sick and forlorn, I executed a feeble attempt at set-ting-up exercises, approximated a wash-up, took the envelope with the money, and set out far Aunt Vaina, moving edge-wise through the doorway.
In the hall, I stopped in indecision: it was quiet in the house, and I wasn’t sure that my landlady was up. But at this point the door to her side of the house opened, and Pete, the customs man, came out into the hall. Well, well, thought I. At night he had looked like a drowned drunk. Now in the light of day, he resembled a victim of a hooligan attack. The lower part of his face was dark with blood. Fresh blood glistened on his chin, and he held a handkerchief under his jaw to keep his snow-white braided uniform clean. His face was strained and his eyes tended to cross, but in general, he held himself remarkably calm, as though falling face-down into broken glass was a most ordinary event for him. A slight misadventure, you know, can happen to anybody; please don’t pay it any attention; everything will be all right.
“Good morning,” I mumbled.
“Good morning,” he responded, politely dabbing his chin cautiously and sounding a bit nasal.
“Anything the matter? Can I help?”
“A trifle,” he said. “The chair fell.”
He bowed courteously, and passing by me, unhurriedly left the house. I observed his departure with a thoroughly unpleasant feeling, and when I turned back toward the door, I found Aunt Vaina standing in front of me. She stood in the doorway, gracefully leaning on the jamb, all clean, rosy, and perfumed, and looking at me as though I was Major General Tuur or, at least, Staff Major Polom.
“Good morning, early bird,” she cooed. “I was puzzled — who would be talking at this hour?”
“I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you,” I said, shuddering fashionably and mentally howling at the pain in my shoulder. “Good morning, and may I take the liberty to hand you -”
“How nice! You can tell a real gentleman right away. Major General Tuur used to say that a true gentleman never makes anyone wait. Never. Nobody…”
I became aware that slowly but very persistently, she was herding me away from her door. The living room was darkened, with the drapes apparently drawn, and some strange sweet smell was wafting out of it into the hall.
“But you did not have to be in such a rush, really…” She was finally in a convenient position to close the door with a smooth negligent gesture. “However, you can be sure that I will value your promptness appropriately. Vousi is still asleep, and it’s time for me to get Len off to school. So if you will excuse me… By the way, we have the newspapers on the veranda.”
“Thank you,” I said, retreating.
“If you’ll have the patience, I would like to ask you to join me for breakfast and a cup of cream.”
“Unfortunately, I will have to be going,” I said, bowing out.
As to newspapers, there were six. Two local, illustrated, fat as almanacs; one from the capital; two luxurious weeklies; and, for some reason, the Arab
In Bolivia, government troops, after stubborn fighting, had occupied the town of Reyes. The rebels were pushed across the River Beni. In Moscow, at the international meeting of nuclear physicists, Haggerton and Soloviev announced a project for a commercial installation to produce anti-matter. The Tretiakoff Gallery had arrived in Leopoldville, official opening being scheduled for tomorrow. The scheduled series of pilotless craft had been launched from the Staryi Vostok base on Pluto into the totally free flight zone; communications with two of the craft were temporarily disrupted. The General Secretary of the UN had directed an official message to Orolianos, in which he warned that in the event of a repetition of the use of atomic grenades by the extremists, UN police forces would be introduced into Eldorado. In Central Angola, at the sources of the River Kwando, an archaeological expedition of the Academy of Sciences of the UAR had uncovered the remains of a cyclopean construction, apparently dating from well before the ice age. A group of specialists of the United Center for the Investigation of Subelectronic (Ritrinitive) Structures had evaluated the energy reserves available to mankind as sufficient for three billion years. The cosmic branch of Unesco had announced that the relative population growth of extraterrestrial centers and bases now approached the population growth on Earth. The head of the British delegation to the UN had put forth a proposal, in the name of the great powers, for the total demilitarization, by force if need be, of the remaining militarized regions on the globe.
Information about how many kilos were pressed by whom and about who drove how many balls through whose goal posts I did not bother to read. Of the local announcements, I was intrigued by three. The local paper, Joy of Life, reported: “Last night a group of evil-minded men again carried out a private plane raid on Star Square, which was full of citizens taking their leisure. The hooligans fired several machine-gun bursts and dropped eleven gas bombs. As a result of the ensuing panic, several men and women suffered severe injuries. The normal recreation of hundreds of respectable people was disrupted by a small group of bandit (excuse the term) intelligentsia with the obvious connivance of the police. The president of the Society for the Good Old Country Against Evil Influences informed our correspondent that the Society intended to take into its own hands the matter of the protection of the well-earned rest of fellow citizens. In no equivocal manner, the president let it be known whom specifically the people regarded as the source of the harmful infection, banditism, and militarized hooliganism…”
