more or less routine, mostly composed of the usual high school trivialities. We talked about Luke and Betty Ann, joking about how they already seemed so settled with each other, like an old married couple. Sheila Cameron’s name came up occasionally, along with a teacher here and there.
But from time to time, we also talked about things outside Choctaw High, particularly the years after graduation, our futures.
“I’ve never asked you this,” I said on one occasion toward the end of November, “but what do you plan to do when you finish high school?”
The days had become very short by then. The evening shade already covered us as we made our way down the walkway to my car, and I remember that even in that deep afternoon haze I could see a strange perplexity drift into Kelli’s face.
“I don’t really have any plans,” she said.
It was an answer that surprised me. “Well, I mean, what college are you going to?” I persisted.
She shook her head. “I don’t know that either.” She thought a moment, then asked a question of her own. “Do you think everybody has to go to college?”
“It seems like the next step.”
“In what?”
I had no answer for her.
“The next step in life, you mean?” Kelli asked.
“I guess you could call it that,” I admitted. “I don’t know any other step.”
“Lots of people just get jobs, or get married,” Kelli said. “They have children and settle into life.”
“But not you,” I told her. “You wouldn’t settle for a life like that.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because you wouldn’t be happy with it, Kelli. Because you’re so … different.”
I remember hearing the emphatic, almost passionate tone of my voice as I said it, and I also remember that it was followed by a sudden, fearful retreat, as if I’d exposed the outer membrane of something infinitely tender and carefully guarded in myself, something I rushed to put back in its shell.
“I mean, you’re so smart and everything,” I added hastily. “You should definitely go to college.”
The momentary perplexity dissolved from Kelli’s face, replaced by the more familiar airiness of her manner. “Well, if I can get the money,” she said as she opened the door and slid inside the car.
I pulled myself in behind the wheel. “Can your mother afford to send you?” I asked casually as I hit the ignition.
Kelli shook her head.
I hesitated a moment, then added, “Is there anybody else who could help you?” By which, of course, I meant some other family member, and even hinted at the absent father.
“There’s no one else,” she said crisply.
We drove all the way to Collier in complete silence. Kelli sat motionlessly, her hands in her lap, her eyes trained on the road ahead. From time to time I would glance toward her, trying to think of something that might draw her out of the trouble I could see in her face. But everything that occurred to me seemed callow and mundane, and so I lapsed into silence.
It was nearly dark by the time I pulled into Kelli’s driveway, and a deep shadow had fallen over the valley.
“Well, see you tomorrow,” I said weakly.
For a moment, Kelli didn’t move. Then her eyes shifted over to me. “I don’t have a father, Ben,” she said in a voice that was absolutely resolute.
I had no idea how to respond to such a statement. I had heard people speak of bad fathers, drunken fathers, fathers who had vanished, but I had never heard anyone declare so forthrightly that she had no father at all.
Kelli’s eyes bored into me. “Let’s just leave it at that, okay?”
I nodded. “Sure,” I said. “Okay.”
She continued to stare at me fiercely, as if waiting for a challenge. Then she said, “Well, good night, then,” and got out of the car.
I turned on the headlights and watched as she walked through their yellow beams to her house. She went quickly up the wooden stairs and just as quickly disappeared into the house itself. Normally, I would have pulled out of the driveway immediately, but something in the sudden, unexpected intensity of our final exchange clung to me determinedly so that I didn’t actually leave until I’d gotten another glimpse of her, this time merely as a form passing a lighted window, but unmistakably Kelli’s form, her long arms delicately unwrapping the scarf from around her neck.
I thought of her all the way home that evening, though I can’t remember in what way I thought of her, and because of that I can only surmise that I had begun to feel her around me in a way that was not only sensuous and full of yearning, but shadowy and mysterious as well, and that this mysteriousness was also oddly seductive. For compared with Kelli, the other girls at Choctaw High seemed simple and transparent, predictable products of the world that had produced them. They spoke in familiar accents about familiar things, and their futures were as open as their pasts. Of all the girls I knew, Kelli alone possessed the allure of something unrevealed, a mystery that drew me toward her as steadily as the touch of her flesh.
IT WAS DURING THE NEXT FEW WEEKS THAT I BECAME SO preoccupied with Kelli that other people actually began to notice it. Luke even went so far as to mention it to me.
“You must have a thing for Kelli Troy,” he said as we drove toward Cuffy’s one afternoon.
I retreated into denial. “Bullshit,” I said.
“You talk about her all the time,” Luke said. “It’s always ‘Kelli and I went here’ or ‘Kelli and I are working on this or that.’ ” He gave me a knowing look. “And you’re always down in that little office with her. Either that or driving around with her.”
“We have to work on the
Luke offered a piercing stare. “Have to?” He laughed. “Like it’s a job or something?”
I retreated into silence.
“You should ask her out, Ben,” Luke said. “That’s what boys do when they like girls. They go out with them. Like on a date. They don’t just work together at school and drive home together. They go out to a movie, or maybe roller skating, something like that.”
I shook my head.
“Why not?”
I shrugged.
“She’s not going to be the new girl forever,” he warned. “Eventually somebody’s going to ask her out, and you’ll have lost your chance.”
I stared straight ahead, not wanting to look him in the eye, afraid of what he might see, a gesture I have increasingly resorted to in the years since then.
“I don’t get it,” Luke said. “If you like her, just ask her out. It’s simple.”
I searched for a reply until I found one. It was flimsy, but the best I could do. “There’s no point in asking Kelli out,” I said. “Because she lives in Choctaw now, and she likes it here, and I’m not going to come back after college.… So there’s no point in getting … you know … involved with her like that.”
Luke looked at me, utterly puzzled by such reasoning. “So you’re just going to delay your whole life until you leave Choctaw?” he asked wonderingly. “You’re just going to stay in neutral for the next year and a half?”
“I’ll be busy,” I answered. “It’s not easy getting into medical school.”
Luke’s faintly derisive laugh stung me. “You know what your trouble is, Ben? You have to have everything in a certain order.”
I said nothing.
Luke stared at me teasingly. “Well, maybe I’ll ask her out then,” he said. “You think she might go?”
My eyes shot over to him. “I thought you were going steady with Betty Ann.”
“Betty Ann’s nice,” Luke said dismissively, “but I’d like to get to know somebody a little different. Like a girl from up north.”
