'Where did you go when you left Coretta James' house on Thursday morning?'
'I went home.'
Mason tried to kick the chair out from under me but I was on my feet before he could.
'I had enough'a this shit, man!' I yelled, but neither cop seemed very impressed. 'I told you I went home, and that's all.'
'Have a seat, Mr. Rawlins,' Miller said calmly.
'Why'm I gonna sit and you keep tryin' to knock me down?' I cried. But I sat down anyway.
'I told ya he was crazy, Bill,' Mason said. 'I told ya this was a section eight.'
'Mr. Rawlins,' Miller said. 'Where did you go after you left Miss James' house?'
'I went home.'
No one hit me that time; no one tried to kick the chair.
'Did you see Miss James later that day?'
'No, sir.'
'Did you have an altercation with Mr. Bouchard?'
I understood him but I said, 'Huh?'
'Did you and Dupree Bouchard have words over Miss James?'
'You know,' Mason chimed in. 'Pete.'
'That's what I call him sometimes,' I said.
'Did you,' Miller repeated, 'have an altercation with Mr. Bouchard?'
'I didn't have nuthin' with Dupree. He was asleep.'
'So where did you go on Thursday?'
'I went home with a hangover. I stayed there all day and night and then I went to work today. Well'—I wanted to keep them talking so that Mason wouldn't lose his temper with the furniture again—'not to work really because I got fired Monday. But I went to get my job back.'
'Where did you go on Thursday?'
'I went home with a hangover …'
'Nigger!' Mason tore into me with his fists. He knocked me to the floor but I grabbed onto his wrists. I swung around and twisted so that I was straddling his back, sitting on his fat ass. I could have killed him the way I'd killed other white men in uniforms, but I could feel Miller behind me so I stood straight up and moved to the corner.
Miller had a police special in his hand.
Mason made like he was going to come after me again but the belly-flop had winded him. From his knees Mason said, 'Lemme have'im alone fer a minute.'
Miller weighed the request. He kept looking back and forth between me and the fat man. Maybe he was afraid that I'd kill his partner or maybe he didn't want the paperwork; it could have been that Miller was a secret humanitarian who didn't want bloodshed and ruin on his hands. Finally he whispered, 'No.'
'But… ,' Mason started.
'I said no. Let's move.'
Miller hooked his free hand under the fat man's armpit and helped him to his feet. Then he holstered his pistol and straightened his coat. Mason sneered at me and then followed Miller out of the cell door. He was starting to remind me of a trained mutt. The lock snapped behind them.
I got back in the chair and counted the leaves again. I followed the ants to the dead mouse again. This time though, I imagined that I was the convict and that mouse was officer Mason. I crushed him so that his whole suit was soiled and shapeless in the corner; his eyes came out of his head.
There was a light bulb hanging from a wire at the ceiling but there was no way to turn it on. Slowly the little sun that filtered in through the leaves faded and the room became twilight. I sat in the chair pressing my bruises now and then to see if the pain was lessening.
I didn't think a thing. I didn't wonder about Coretta or Dupree or how the police knew so much about my Wednesday night. All I did was sit in darkness, trying to become the darkness. I was awake but my thinking was like a dream. I dreamed in my wakefulness that I could become the darkness and slip out between the eroded cracks of that cell. If I was nighttime nobody could find me; no one would even know I was missing.
I saw faces in the darkness; beautiful women and feasts of ham and pie. It's only now that I realize how lonely and hungry I was then.
It was fully black in that cell when the light snapped on. I was still trying to blink away the glare when Miller and Mason came in. Miller closed the door.
'You think of anything else to say?' Miller asked me.
I just looked at him.
'You can go,' Miller said.
'You heard him, nigger!' Mason shouted while he was fumbling around to check that his fly was zipped up. 'Get outta here!'
They led me into the open room and past the desk watch. Everywhere people turned to stare at me. Some
