office. It isn't the same thing at all.'
Kidd followed Mrs Richards around the stripped kitchen.
'How do
'They left, just like everybody else.' He still followed.
She carried the broken things, clacking, down the rugless hall. 'I think something awful happened to them. I think those people down there did something awful. Why doesn't Management send some new guards?' She started into Bobby's room, but changed her mind and continued to June's. 'It's dangerous, it's absolutely, terribly dangerous, without guards.'
'Mrs Richards?' He stood in the doorway while she circuited the room, hands still cupped. 'Ma'am? What are you looking for?'
'Someplace to throw—' she stopped—'this. But you took everything upstairs already.'
'You know you could just drop it on the floor.' He was impatient and his impatience embarrassed him. 'I mean you don't live here any more.'
After the silence in which her expression became curious, she said, 'You don't understand the way we live at all. But then, you probably think you understand all too well. I'm going to take this out to the incinerator.'
He ducked back as she strode through.
'I don't like to go out in the hall. I don't feel safe—'
'I'll take it out for you,' he called after her.
'That's all right.' Hands still together, she twisted the knob.
When the door banged behind her, he sucked his teeth, then went and got his notebook from the window. The blue-rimmed stationery slid half out. He opened the cover and looked at her even letters. With his front teeth set, he took his pen and drew in the comma. Her ink was India black; his, dark blue.
Going back to the living room, he stabbed at his pocket several times. Mrs Richards came in with a look of accomplishment. His pen caught. 'Mrs Richards, do you know, that letter's still down in your mailbox?'
'What letter?'
'You've got an airmail letter in your mailbox. I saw it again this morning.'
'All the mailboxes are broken.'
'Yours isn't. And there's a letter inside it. I told you about it the first day I came here. Then I told Mr Richards a day later. Don't you have a mailbox key?'
'Yes, of course. One of us will go down and pick it up this afternoon.'
'Mrs Richards?' Something vented still left something to come.
'Yes, Kidd?'
His teeth were still set. He sucked air and they opened. 'You're a very nice woman. You've really tried to be nice to me. And I think it's a shame you have to be so scared all the time. There's nothing I can do about it, but I wish there was.'
She frowned; the frown passed. 'I don't suppose you'd believe just how much you have done.'
'By being around?'
'Yes. And also by being, well…'
He could not interpret her shrug: 'Mrs Richards, I've been scared a whole lot of my life too. Of a lot of things that I didn't know what they were. But you can't just let them walk all over you — take over. You have to—'
'I am moving!' Her head bobbed in emphasis. 'We are moving from seventeen-B to nineteen-A.'
'— do something inside yourself.'
She shook her head sharply, not looking. 'And you are very presumptuous if you think you are telling me something I don't know.' Now she looked up. 'Or your telling me makes it any easier.'
Frustration drove the apology. 'I'm sorry.' He heard his own reticence modify it to something else.
Mrs Richards blinked. 'Oh, I know you're just trying to… I am sorry. But do you
'It isn't a bomb. I was in Encenadas, in Mexico, just a week or so ago. There was nothing about a bomb in the papers; somebody gave me a lift who had an L.A. paper in his car. Everything's fine there. And in Philadelphia —'
'Then you see. We just have to wait. The guards will be back. They will get rid of all these terrible people who run around vandalizing in the halls. We have to be patient, and be strong. Of course I'm afraid, I'm afraid if I sit still more than five minutes I'll start to scream. But you can't give in to it, any more than you can give in to them. Do you think we should take kitchen knives and broken flower pots and run down there and try to scrape them out?'
'No, of course not—'
'I'm not that sort of person. I don't intend to become that sort. You say I have to do something? Well, I have moved my family. Don't you think that takes a great deal of… inner strength? I mean in
'Of course it's dangerous. But I go out. I live outside in it; I walk around in it. Nothing happens to me.'
'Oh, Edna told me how you got that scab on your face. Besides, you are a man. You are a young man. I am a middle-aged woman.'
'But that's all there is now, Mrs Richards. You've got to walk around in it because there isn't anything else.'
'It will be different if I wait. I know that because I
'Your friend Mrs Brown—'
'Mrs Brown is not me. I am not Mrs Brown. Oh, are you just
He gathered breath for protest but failed articulation.
'I have a family. It's very important to me. Mrs Brown is all alone, now. She doesn't have the same sort of responsibilities. But you don't understand about that; perhaps in your head, you do. But not inside, not really.'
'Then why don't you and Mr Richards take your family out of all this mess?'
Her hands, moving slowly down her dress, turned up once, then fell. 'One can retreat, yes. I suppose that's what I'm doing by moving. But you can't just give up entirely, run away, surrender. I
His bare heel had begun to sting, just from the weight of standing. He rocked a little.
'That's something that a woman does from inside herself. You do it in the face of all sorts of opposition. Husbands are very appreciative when it works out well. But they're not that anxious to help. It's understandable. They don't know how. The children don't even appreciate. But it's terribly necessary. You must make it your own world. And everyone must be able to feel it. I
He nodded.