Hedra spoke from the blackness. “If you want, I can get you something.”
Allie wasn’t sure what she meant. “No, I’ll be okay. But thanks.”
“You sure?”
“What do you mean by ‘something’?” Allie asked.
“You know. A pill.”
Allie opened her eyes and met Hedra’s guileless stare. “What kind of pill?”
“Just something to make you feel better, that’s all.”
“What kind of pill?” Allie repeated.
“I dunno, it’s something like Demerol. You heard of Demerol?”
“Sure. In hospitals.” Allie stared at Hedra, who was outlined against the bright haze of light streaming through the window. There was something unreal about her, as if she were someone’s strayed shadow rather than solid substance. Here was yet another side of Hedra. “It’s none of my business if you do drugs, Hedra; I’m not preaching. But it’s not for me and thanks anyway.”
The figure silhouetted against the light writhed with discomfort. “Wait a minute, Allie, it’s not like I’m a drug fiend. It’s just that I got used to taking certain drugs when I was in the hospital in St. Louis.”
“I didn’t say you were an addict.”
“No, I guess you didn’t. Guess you wonder what I mean, though, about being hospitalized and all.”
Allie sat quietly, waiting, knowing Hedra felt compelled to tell her about this. Allie had been wounded and brought down to earth. The weak could safely confide in the weak.
“I was just a kid,” Hedra said, “and a car hit me when I was on my bike. It tossed me twenty feet and injured my spine. The doctors couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong; injured backs can be like that. Anyway, I was in the hospital for a while, and they had me on this drug and that drug for pain. They were doing that to a lot of people in those days if they couldn’t diagnose what was wrong; I even saw a TV documentary on it once. Well, eventually the pain just went away by itself, but I was in the habit of taking drugs when I felt bad. I still do it, but it’s not as if I’m hooked or anything. There are millions of people like me, using drugs the way I do sometimes, to help them over the rough spots.”
“I suppose there are,” Allie said. “But it’s a habit I never fell into. Where was your family when all this was going on?”
Hedra stepped out of the light and Allie was shocked by the dismay and rage on her face. “My family situation was never good. I try not to think much about those people, after the way they let me down. Heck, the way the brain can block out bad stuff, I hardly even remember them. Except for my father’s hands, and the things he did with them. That’s the way I see him now, just a pair of big powerful hands with dirt under the nails. I can’t even picture my mother at all.”
Her mood passed abruptly, as if a dark cloud blown across her mind had dissipated. Her mental sky was clear and blue again. She smiled. “Oh, well, it’s all in the past. Doesn’t matter anymore. It’s today that matters. And tomorrow. Don’t you think?”
Allie nodded. The end of the month would matter, when the rent had to be mailed to Haller-Davis. She said, “When you don’t have any remaining family, like I don’t, sometimes you think even bad family’s better than nobody at all.”
“Oh, you’re so wrong, Allie.”
“Maybe. I guess it depends on the seriousness of the problem.”
The phone jangled and she jumped at the noise. Lord, she was wired. Tempted to gulp down that pill.
“Easy,” Hedra said, “I’ll get it.”
She crossed the room and lifted the receiver. Said, “Hello. No, but she’s right here. Just a minute.” She held the receiver out for Allie. “For you.” She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece. “Maybe it’s that Mr. Mayfair calling to apologize.”
“He’s not the type,” Allie said, hoping Hedra was right. She got up from the sofa and padded in her stockinged feet to the phone, pressed the receiver to her ear, and said hello.
A male voice said, “Allie, I’m gonna tie you to the bed and whip your ass till you come. Make you eat shit with a rough wooden spoon. Listen, bitch, I’m gonna …”
The voice faded to silence as Allie lowered the receiver in her trembling hand. Let it drop the final few inches to clatter into the cradle. Her breathing was ragged, her throat tight.
She tried to remember the voice of whoever had made the other obscene calls. She couldn’t know for sure if this caller was the same man.
“Who was it?” Hedra asked.
“A crank call.”
“You okay?”
“Sure.” She turned around and faked a smile that didn’t fool Hedra, then felt it go brittle on her face.
“Oh! That kinda call, huh? Think it was that Mayfair jerk?”
Despite her loathing for the man, Allie was unable to imagine him making such a call. “No, not his style.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Hedra said. “Remember, the creep asked for you by name.”
That was what Allie couldn’t forget.
Hedra walked over to the window, her hands jammed deep in the pockets of Allie’s coat as if she were
