“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
She stretched out on the sofa by the window, stared off at the ceiling with her sunglasses still on, and smoked a clove cigarette. I fetched an ashtray and went over to sit beside her. I stroked her hair. The cat appeared and jumped up on the sofa, putting his chin and forepaws over her ankles. When she’d had enough of her smoke, she transplanted what remained of the cigarette to my lips.
“Happy to be going on a trip?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, very happy. Especially because I’m going with you.”
“You know, if we don’t find that sheep, we won’t have any place to come back to. We might end up traveling the rest of our lives.”
“Like your friend?”
“I guess. In a way, we’re all in the same boat. The only difference is that he’s escaping out of his own choice and I’m being ricocheted about.”
I ground out the cigarette in the ashtray. The cat raised his head and yawned, then resumed his position.
“Finished with your packing?” she asked.
“No, haven’t begun. But I don’t have too much to pack. A couple changes of clothes, soap, towel. You really don’t need that whole bag yourself. If you need anything, you can buy it there. We’ve got more than enough money.”
“I like it this way,” she said, again with that cute little smile of hers. “I don’t feel like I’m traveling unless I’m lugging a huge bag.”
“You’ve got to be kidding….”
A piercing bird call shot in through the open window, a call I’d never heard before. A new season’s new bird.
A beam of afternoon sun landed on her cheek. I lazily watched a white cloud move from one edge of the window to the other. We stayed like that for the longest time.
“Is anything wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t know how to put it, but I just can’t get it through my head that here and now is really here and now. Or that I am really me. It doesn’t quite hit home. It’s always this way. Only much later on does it ever come together. For the last ten years, it’s been like this.”
“Ten years?”
“There’s been no end to it. That’s all.”
She laughed as she picked up the cat and let it down onto the floor. “Shall we?”
We made love on the sofa. A period piece of a sofa I’d bought at a junk store. Put your face up against it and you get the scent of history. Her supple body blended in with that scent. Gentle and warm like a vague recollection. I brushed her hair aside with my fingers and kissed her ear. The earth trembled. From that point on, time began to flow like a tranquil breeze.
I undid all the buttons of her shirt and cupped her breasts while I appreciated her body.
“Feeling really alive now,” she said.
“You?”
“Mmm, my body, my whole self.”
“I’m right with you,” I said. “Truly alive.”
How amazingly quiet, I thought. Not a sound anywhere around. Everybody but the two of us probably gone off somewhere to celebrate the first Sunday of autumn.
“You know, I really love this,” she whispered.
“Mmm.”
“It seems like we’re having a picnic, it’s so lovely.”
“A picnic?”
“Yeah.”
I wrapped both hands around her back and held her tight. Then I nuzzled my way through her bangs to kiss her ear again.
“It’s been a long ten years for you?” she asked, down low by my ear.
“Long enough,” I said. “A long, long time. Practically endless, not that I’ve managed to get anything over and done with.”
She raised her head a tiny bit from the sofa armrest and smiled. A smile I’d seen somewhere before, but for the life of me I couldn’t place where or on whom. Women with their clothes off have a frightening similarity. Always throws me for a loop.
“Let’s go look for the sheep,” she said, eyes closed. “Once we get to looking for that sheep, things’ll fall into place.”
I looked into her face a while, then I gazed at both her ears. A soft afternoon glow enveloped her body as in an old still life.
Limited but Tenacious Thinking
At six o’clock, she got dressed, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, and sprayed on her eau de cologne. I sat on the sofa reading
“I’ll be late tonight, so don’t wait up for me,” she said.
“Work?”
“Afraid so. I actually should have had today off, but those are the breaks. They pushed it on me because I’m taking off from tomorrow.”
She went out, then after a moment or two the door opened.
“Say, what’re you going to do about the cat while we’re gone?” she asked.
“Oops, completely slipped my mind. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
I brought out milk and cheese snacks for the cat. His teeth were so weak, he had a hard time with the cheese.
There wasn’t a thing that looked particularly edible for me in the refrigerator, so I opened up a beer and watched television. Nothing newsworthy on the news either. On Sunday evenings like this, it’s always some zoo scene. I watched the rundown of giraffes and elephants and pandas, then switched off the set and picked up the telephone.
“It’s about my cat,” I told the man.
“Your cat?”
“Yes, I have a cat.”
“So?”
“So unless I can leave the cat with someone, I can’t go anywhere.”
“There are any number of kennels to be had thereabouts.”
“He’s old and frail. A month in a cage would do him in for sure.”
I could hear fingernails drumming on a tabletop. “So?”
“I’d like you to take care of him. You’ve got a huge garden, surely you could take care of one cat.”
“Out of the question. The Boss hates cats, and the garden is there to attract birds. One cat and there go all the birds.”
“The Boss is unconscious, and the cat has no strength to chase down birds.”
“Very well, then. I will send a driver for the cat tomorrow morning at ten o’clock.”
“I’ll provide the cat food and kitty litter. He only eats this one brand, so if you run out, please buy more of the same.”
“Perhaps you would be so kind as to tell these details to the driver. As I believe I told you before, I am a
