“He’s so small I’d be afraid that he’d wiggle out. You know he spends all day at home trying to find me. He loves me, Mr. Rawlins.”
“I don’t know what to say, Mrs.—”
“Call me Idabell,” she said.
Call me fool.
Mrs. Turner had big brown eyes with fabulously long lashes. Her skin was like rich milk chocolate-dark, satiny, and smooth.
That snarling mutt started looking cute to me. I thought that it wasn’t such a problem to have your dog with you. It wasn’t really any kind of health threat. I reached out to make friends with him.
He tested my scent—and then bit my hand.
“Ow!”
“That’s it!” Idabell shouted as if she were talking to a wayward child. “Come on!”
She took the dwarf mongrel and shoved him into the storage room that connected C2 to C1. As soon as she closed the door, Pharaoh was scratching to get back in.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Me too. But you know that dog has got to go.” I held out my hand to her. The skin was broken but it wasn’t bad. “Has he had his rabies shot?”
“Oh yes, yes. Please, Mr. Rawlins.” She took me by my injured hand. “Let me help.”
We went to the desk at the front of the class. I sat down on the edge of her blotter while she opened the top drawer and came out with a standard teacher’s first-aid box.
“You know, dog bites are comparatively pretty clean,” she said. She had a bottle of iodine, a cotton ball, and a flesh-colored bandage—flesh-colored, that is, if you had pink flesh. When she dabbed the iodine on my cut I winced, but it wasn’t because of the sting. That woman smelled good; clean and fresh, and sweet like the deep forest is sweet.
“It’s not bad, Mr. Rawlins. And Pharaoh didn’t mean it. He’s just upset. He knows that Holland wants to kill him.”
“Kill him? Somebody wants to kill your dog?”
“My husband.” She nodded and was mostly successful in holding back the tears. “I’ve been, been away for a few days. When I got back home last night, Holly went out, but when he came back he was going to … kill Pharaoh.”
Mrs. Turner gripped my baby finger.
It’s amazing how a man can feel sex anywhere on his body.
“He wants to kill your dog?” I asked in a lame attempt to use my mind, to avoid what my body was thinking.
“I waited till he was gone and then I drove here.” Mrs. Turner wept quietly.
My hand decided, all by itself, to comfort her shoulder.
“Why’s he so mad?” I shouldn’t have asked, but my blood was moving faster than my mind.
“I don’t know,” she said sadly. “He made me do something, and I did it, but afterwards he was still mad.” She put her shoulder against mine while I brought my other hand to rest on her side.
The thirty desks in her classroom all faced us attentively.
“Pharaoh’s a smart dog,” she whispered in my ear. “He knew what Holly said. He was scared.”
Pharaoh whimpered out a sad note from his storage room.
Idabell leaned back against my arm and looked up. We might have been slow dancing—if there had been music and a band.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said. “I can’t ever go back there. I can’t. He’s going to be in trouble and I’ll be in it with him. But Pharaoh’s innocent. He hasn’t done anything wrong.”
As she talked she leaned closer. With me sitting on the desk we were near to the same height. Our faces were almost touching.
I didn’t know what she was talking about and I didn’t want to know.
I’d been on good behavior for more than two years. I was out of the streets and had my job with the Los Angeles Board of Education. I took care of my kids, cashed my paychecks, stayed away from liquor.
I steered clear of the wrong women too.
Maybe I’d been a little too good. I felt an urge in that classroom, but I wasn’t going to make the move.
That’s when Idabell Turner kissed me.
Two years of up early and off to work dissolved like a sugar cube under the tap.
“Oh,” she whispered as my lips pressed her neck. “Yes.”
The tears were all gone. She looked me in the eye and worked her tongue slowly around with mine.
A deep grunt went off in my chest like an underwater explosion. It just came out of me. Her eyes opened wide as she realized how much I was moved. I stood and lifted her up on the desk. She spread her legs and pushed her chest out at me.
