I’m an asshole, all the time talking, half the time not listening to myself.”
Billy returned to the chair and sat again. “Can you see me better, Stevie?”
“Not much, no. I need some Kleenex.”
“Use the bed sheet.”
With his free hand, Zillis pawed loose the thin blanket tucked into the foot of the bed. He freed a corner of the sheet, mopped his face with it, blew his nose.
Billy said, “Do you have an ax?”
“Oh, God.”
“Do you own an ax, Stevie?”
“No.”
“Be truthful with me, Stevie.”
“Billy, don’t.”
“Do you own an ax?”
“Don’t do this.”
“Do you own an ax, Stevie?”
“Yes,” Zillis admitted, and a sob of dread escaped him.
249
“You’re either one hell of an actor or you’re really just poor dumb Steve Zillis,” Billy said, and it was the latter possibility that had begun to worry him.
“When you’re chopping the mannequins in the backyard,” Billy asked, “do you dream that they’re real women?”
“They’re just mannequins.”
“Do you like to chop watermelons because they’re red inside? Do you like to see the red meat explode, Stevie?”
Zillis seemed astonished. “What? She told you about that? What’d she tell you?”
“Who is ‘she,’ Stevie?”
“The old bitch next door. Celia Reynolds.”
“You’re in no position to call anyone an old bitch,” Billy said. “You’re in no position at all.”
Zillis looked chastened. He nodded in eager agreement. “You’re right. I’m sorry. She’s just lonely. I know. But Billy, she’s a nosy old lady. She just can’t mind her own business. She’s always at her windows, watching from behind the blinds. You can’t go out in the yard, she isn’t watching you.”
“And there’s a lot of things you do that you can’t afford for people to see, aren’t there, Stevie?”
“No. I don’t do anything. I just want some privacy. So a couple times I gave her a show with the ax. Played crazy. Just to spook her off.”
“Spook her off.”
“Just to make her mind her own business. I only did it three times, and the third time I let her know it was a show, let her know I could see her watching.”
“How did you let her know?”
“I’m not proud of this now.”
“I’m sure there’s a lot you’re not proud of, Stevie.”
250
“I gave her the finger,” Zillis said. “The third time, I chopped a mannequin and a watermelon—which I don’t dream are anything but what they are—and I walked over to the fence, and I gave her the finger big time.”
“You chopped up a chair once.”
“Yeah. I chopped up a chair. So what?”
“The one I’m sitting on is the only chair you have.”
“I used to have two. I only needed one. It was just a chair.”
“You like to see women being hurt,” Billy said.
“No.”
“Did you just this evening find the porno under the bed? Did some gremlin put it there, Stevie? Should we call Orkin and have them send a gremlin exterminator?”
“Those aren’t real women.”
“They’re not mannequins.”
“I mean, they’re not really being hurt. They’re acting.”
