'I'm talking about the light.'
'Light?'
'The lights aren't working in most of the apartments.'
'Oh, yeah. Well, I'll work till it gets dark. What time is it now?'
'The clocks.' Mrs Richards turned up her hands. 'The clocks have stopped.'
'All except one outlet in the kitchen. For the refrigerator. And that goes off too sometimes.'
'In the hall, there's a light on. And the elevator's working. You could run a cheater in.'
Mrs Richards looked puzzled.
'An extension cord. From the hall light, into your apartment. That would give you some electricity.'
'Oh.' Lines deepened in her forehead. 'But then we'd lose the hall light, wouldn't we? We have to have some light in the hall. That would be just too—'
'You get a double socket. You put a bulb in one and run a cord from the other, under the door.'
'From the hall?'
'Yeah. That's what I was talking about.'
'Oh.' She shook her head. 'But the hall lights aren't on our utilities bill. Management wouldn't be very happy about that. They're strict here. You see, the hall lights, they're on another—' Her hands fluttered—'meter. I don't think we could do that. If someone saw…' She laughed. 'Oh no, this isn't that kind of place.'
'Oh,' he said. 'Well, you're moving. So I guess you don't have to. The apartment you're going to has electricity?'
'I'll work till it gets dark, Mrs Richards.'
'Very good. Oh, yes, that'll be fine. At least you'll be able to get started today.'
'Maybe you better ask your husband about the extension cord. I could do it for you. I used to be a super.'
'Did you?'
'Yeah. And I could do it, no trouble.'
'I will…' She pinched at her skirt, noticed, then smoothed it. 'But I don't think Management would go along with that. Oh no, I don't think so at all.'
The door bell rang twice.
'That's Bobby!' from June.
'Who is it?'
Muffled: 'Me.'
The chain rattled loose.
'Okay, I got your—'
June interrupted him: 'You know they came back and did it again! You didn't see anybody, in the halls, did you?'
'No…?' Bobby's questioning was toward the living room. 'Who's he?'
Bobby (fourteen?) was holding a loaf of bread too tightly. Around his left wrist, in a bright bracelet, were half a dozen loops of the optical chain.
'Come in, Bobby. This is a young man Edna Brown sent over.'
'Gee.' Bobby stepped into the living room. Blond as his sister, where her features suggested shyness, his sharper nose, his fuller mouth hinted belligerence. Under his arm was a newspaper. 'Are you just living out in the street, huh?'
He nodded.
'You want to use the bathroom or wash or something?'
'Bobby!' from June.
'Maybe,' he said.
Mrs Richards laughed. 'Isn't it rather difficult for you, and dangerous?'
'You… have to keep your eyes open.' That sounded inane enough.
'We'll go upstairs and look around.'
'I wanna stay and read the—'
'We'll go together, Bobby. All of us.'
'Oh, Bobby,' June said, 'come
Bobby stalked through the living room, threw the paper at the coffee table, said,
'Well,
'I could only find half a loaf,' Bobby called.
'Did you
'There wasn't anybody in the store.'
'Oh,
'I
'But you should have waited for somebody to come back. Suppose someone had seen you going out.
'I did wait. Why do you think I was gone so long. Hey, this has got mold in it.'
'Oh,
'Not a
'Does it go all the way through?'
'It's on the second slice. And the third—'
'Oh stop tearing in it!' Mrs Richards exclaimed, punched the cushion, stood, and followed her son into the kitchen. 'Let me see.'
Perhaps it was the discomforting lucidity centered in the recapitulation: he said to June: 'Last night, did you ever find—?'
Cellophane rattled from the kitchen.
By the door frame, June's eyes widened in recognition — finally. Her forefinger brushed her lips awkwardly for silence, brushed, and brushed again, till it wiped all meaning from the gesture.
She blinked.
The cellophane rattled.
Bobby came out, sat in front of the coffee table, and pulled the paper onto his lap. When he saw his sister, he cocked his head, frowning, then looked back at the paper, while June's hand worked down the front of her sweater to her lap.
'It's through,' announced Mrs Richards. 'All the way through. Well, it isn't very large. Beggars can't be choosers.' She came into the living room. 'We can cut it out, and all have sandwiches with little rings in them. We
Mrs Richards put a fist against her hip.
Bobby did not look up.
'What is it talking about today?' in a gentler tone. The fist dropped.
Bobby read on.
He said, 'That whole business last night, with the moons.'
'What?'
June offered, 'I… I told you, Mother. Last night, when I went out—'
'Oh,
'Some people said they saw two moons in the sky.' He stood up from his chair. 'They named one of them George,' and didn't watch June but the back of Bobby's head; and knew June reacted anyway.