Lena crossed her arms, thinking about Sibyl, and how she had looked the last time Lena had seen her; not the time in the morgue, but the day before she had died. As usual, Sibyl had been full of energy, and laughing at something that had happened in one of her classes. Above everything, Sibyl loved teaching, and she had taken great joy from being in front of a classroom. Maybe that was why Lena had had such a negative reaction to being at the school today.
Before she could stop herself, Lena got out of the car. Suddy's was nice by most bar standards. Compared to the Hut, Hank's bar over in Reece, it was a palace. Outside, the decor was spare, probably because a place like this would not want to draw attention to itself. Other than a Budweiser sign with a neon rainbow flag incorporated into the logo, the building was pretty nondescript.
The interior was more festive, but the lights were down low, making the room a little too intimate for Lena. Something soft played on the jukebox, and a spinning mirrored ball did a slow turn over what looked like the dance floor. Lena had always been uncomfortable with this side of Sibyl, and never understood how someone who was so pretty, who was so outgoing and energetic, could choose this kind of life for herself. Sibyl had always wanted children, always wanted to be taken care of and loved. Lena would not have predicted this kind of life for her sister in a million years.
When Sibyl had first come out to Lena fifteen years ago, Lena 's response had been an emphatic, 'No, you're not.' Even after Sibyl moved in with Nan, Lena had still let herself believe that Sibyl was not gay. It sounded trite to say, but Lena could not help thinking in the back of her mind that it was just a phase, and that one day Sibyl would laugh about her confusion and settle down and have children. Being Sibyl's twin complicated matters, because Lena had always felt that a piece of herself was in Sibyl, and a piece of Sibyl was in Lena. It was unsettling to think that Lena might somewhere in her psyche share Sibyl's sexual leanings.
Lena dismissed this as she walked across the room. Two women at a corner table ignored her completely, seeming more intent upon pushing their tongues down each other's throat than seeing who had walked through the door. The bartender was reading a newspaper when Lena approached her, and she looked up, doing a startled double take.
The woman said, 'You must be her sister.'
Lena sat a couple of stools down from her. 'I'm meeting someone here.'
The woman closed the paper. She walked over and offered Lena her hand. 'I'm Judy,' she said.
Lena stared at the hand, then reluctantly shook it. The woman was tall, with long dark hair and a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were an intense hazel, which Lena noticed because the woman would not stop staring at her.
'Beer, please,' Lena said, then, 'make it a Jim Beam instead.'
Judy paused, then walked over to the liquor display behind the bar. 'Sibyl never drank,' she said, as if by extension this meant that Lena, her twin, would not drink.
Lena pointed out, 'She didn't fuck men, either.'
Judy conceded the point. 'Jim Beam?'
'Yeah,' Lena answered, trying to sound bored as she took some money out of her front pocket. She had changed into jeans and a T-shirt at home before coming here, a decision she now regretted. She probably looked gayer than the women in the corner to these people.
Judy said, 'She liked cranberry juice, though.'
'Could you make that a double?' Lena asked, tossing a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar.
Judy glanced at her before filling the order. 'We all really miss her.'
'I'm sure you do,' Lena told her, aware that she sounded glib. She stared at the dark liquid in her glass, remembering that the last time she had anything to drink was the night Sibyl had died. Lena did not like alcohol, because she hated the feeling of being out of control. Not that she had control of anything lately, anyway.
Lena looked at the clock over the bar. It was five till eight.
Judy asked, 'Who you meeting here?'
Lena knocked the drink back in one swallow. 'Jim Beam,' she said, tapping the glass.
Judy gave her another look, but retrieved the bottle from the shelf.
To discourage conversation, Lena turned on the stool, looking out on the dance floor. A lone woman stood there, her eyes closed as she swayed to the beat. There was something familiar about her, but the light was bad, and Lena 's memory did not want to work. Still, Lena watched her, wondering at the self-absorbed way the woman danced, as if no one else were in the room. As if nothing else mattered.
The song changed, and Lena recognized the tune before the lyrics to Beck's 'Debra' came from the speakers. Mark Patterson popped into her mind again. There was something sensual and disturbing about the way the dancer moved that reminded her of the young man. She watched the dancer, wondering again what the hell had been going on with Jenny Weaver. What was Mark's hold over her? What was it about him that would make a thirteen-year-old kid prostitute herself? It did not make sense.
Lena wondered if this was the way Mark Patterson would dance, though she could not imagine the kid doing something so audacious as standing in the middle of an empty dance floor. The thought surprised her, because Lena was not aware that she had put herself in a position to make assumptions about Mark's personality. She knew so very little about him, yet somehow, her subconscious had assigned him certain traits.
Lena turned back around to break the spell. Judy was reading her paper, having left Lena 's drink and her change on the bar. Lena was thinking about what to leave for a tip when she noticed her reflection in the mirror. For just a moment, she startled, and Lena imagined she looked much as Judy had when Lena had first walked into the room. In a split second, Sibyl was there, and Lena felt her heart jump at the sight.
Suddenly, shouting came from outside, and a crowd of people walked into the bar. They were laughing and raucous, all dressed in matching softball uniforms. The pants were black with white stripes up the sides, the shirts white with the word bushwhackers across the chest.
'Jesus Christ,' Lena groaned, getting the reference. She stood up as she recognized Nan Thomas in the center of the group. The mousy librarian had a neon-pink athletic strap around her glasses and the front of her shirt was streaked with dirt as if she had slid across home plate. Unlike some of the others in the group, Nan showed no sign of mistaking Lena for her sister. As a matter of fact, she frowned.
Someone patted Lena on the back, and she turned around, surprised to see Hare Earashaw standing beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a Bushwhacker T-shirt as well as a hat with a large B on it.
'How's it going, Lena?' Hare asked.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but Lena blurted out a surprised, 'You're gay?' to him before she could stop herself. Hare was a doctor in town. Lena had actually seen him a couple of years ago for a cold that would not go away.
Hare laughed at her surprise. 'I play on the team,' he said, indicating his shirt. Then, he leaned closer, giving her a coy wink. 'I'm the catcher.'
Lena backed up right into Nan. There were people everywhere, though they seemed to be involved in their own conversations about the game they had just played. Lena pulled at the neck of her shirt, feeling claustrophobic. She moved away from the group, toward the front door.
'Lee?' Nan said, then corrected herself before Lena could, saying, ' Lena.'
