There’s plenty of housing there for lab employees. These little cottages. They’re actually sort of cute The brief flash of fire he’d heard in her voce was long gone. Helen now sounded depressed, forlorn, and very, very tired.
“Helen, I’m delighted that you called. And relieved, I won’t kid you ah(put that. Now get some sleep.”
“What about you, Ralph?” she asked unexpectedly. “Are you getting any sleep these days?”
The switch in focus startled him into an honesty he might not otherwise have managed. “Some… but maybe not as much as I need.
Probably not as much as I need.”
“Well, take care of yourself. You were very brave today, like a knight in a story about King Arthur, but I think even Sir Lancelot had to fall out every now and then.”
He was touched by this, and also amused. A momentary picture, very vi ’d, arose in his mind: Ralph Roberts dressed in armor and vi mounted on a snow-white steed while Bill McGovern, his faithful squire, rode behind him on his pony, dressed. in a leather jerkin and his snappy Panama hat.
“Thank you, dear,” he said. “I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me since Lyndon Johnson was President. Have the best night you can, okay?”
“Okay. You too She hung up. Ralph stood looking at the phone thoughtfully for a moment or two, then put it back in its cradle.
Perhaps he Would have a good night. After everything that had happened today, he certainly deserved one. For the time being e thought he might go downstairs, sit on the porch, watch the sun go down, and let later take care of itself.
McGovern was back, slouched in his favorite chair on the porch.
He was looking at something up the street and didn’t immediately turn when his upstairs neighbor stepped outside. Ralph followed his gaze and saw a blue step-van parked at the curb half a block up Harris Avenue, on the Red Apple side of the street. DERRY MEDICAL SERVICES was printed across the rear doers in large white letters.
“Hi, Bill,” Ralph said, and dropped into his own chair. The rocker where Lois Chasse always sat when she came over stood between them. A little twilight breeze had sprung up, delightfully cool after the heat of the afternoon, and the empty rocker moved lazily back and forth at its whim.
“Hi,” McGovern said, glancing over at Ralph. He started to look away, then did a double take. “Man, you better start pinning up the bags under your eyes. You’re going to be stepping on them pretty soon if you don’t.” Ralph thought this was supposed to come out sounding like one of the caustic little bons mots for which McGovern was famous along the street, but the look in his eyes was one of genuine concern.
“It’s been a bitch of a day,” he said. He told McGovern about Helen’s call, editing out the things he thought she might be uncomfortable with McGovern’s knowing. Bill had never been one of her favorite people.
“Glad she’s okay,” McGovern said. “I’ll tell you something, Ralph-you impressed me today, marching up the street that way, like Gary Cooper in High Noon. Maybe it was insane, but it was also pretty cool.” He paused. “To tell the truth, I was a little in awe of YOU.”
This was the second time in fifteen minutes that someone had come Close to calling Ralph a hero. It made him uncomfortable.
“I was too mad at him to realize how dumb I was being until later.
Where you been, Bill? I tried to call you a little while ago.”
“I took a walk out to the Extension,” McGovern said. “Trying to cool my engine off a little, I guess. I’ve felt headachey and sick to my stomach ever since Johnny Leydecker and that other one took Ed away-” Ralph nodded. “Me, too.”
“Really?” McGOvern looked surprised, and a little skeptical.
“Really,” Ralph said with a faint smile.
“Anyway, Faye Chapin was at the picnic area where those old lags usually hang out during the hot weather, and he coaxed me ’Into a game of chess. What a piece of work that guy is, Ralph-he thinks he’s the reincarnation of Ruy Loper, but he plays chess more like Soupy Sales… and he never shuts up.”
“Faye’s all right, though,” Ralph said quietly.
McGovern seemed not to have heard him. “And that creepy Dorrance Marstellar was out there,” he went on. “If we’re old, he’s a fossil.
He just stands there by the fence between the picnic area and the airport with a book of poetry in his hands, watching the planes take off and land. Does he really read those books he carries around, do you think, or are they just props?”
“Good question,” Ralph said, but he was thinking about the word McGovern had employed to describe Dorrance-creepy. It wasn’t one he would have used himself, but there could be no doubt that old Dor was one of life’s originals. He wasn’t senile (at least Ralph didn’t think he was); it was more as if the few things he said were the product of a mind that was slightly skewed and perceptions that were slightly bent.
He remembered that Dorrance had been there that day last summer when Ed ran into the guy in the pickup truck. At the time he’,] thought that Dorrance’s arrival had added the final screwy touch to the festivities. And Dorrance had said something funny. Ralph tried to recall what it was and couldn’t.
McGovern was gazing back up the street, where a whistling young man in a gray coverall had just come out of the house in front of which the Medical Services step-van was parked. This young man, looking all of twenty-four and as if he hadn’t needed a single medical service in his entire life, was rolling a dolly with a long green tank strapped to it, “That’s the empty,” McGovern said. “You missed them taking in the full one.”
A second young man, also dressed in a coverall, stepped out through the front door of the small house, which combined yellow paint and deep pink trim in an unfortunate manner. He stood on the stoop for a moment, hand on the doorknob, apparently speaking to someone inside.
Then he pulled the door shut and ran lithely down the walk. He was in time to help his colleague lift the dolly, with the tank still strapped to it, into the back of the van.
“Oxygen?” Ralph asked, McGovern nodded.
“For Mrs. Locher?”
McGovern nodded again, watching as the Medical Services workers slammed the doors of the step-van and then stood behind them talking quietly in the fading light. “I went to grammar school and junior high with May Locher. Way out in Carriville, home of the brave and land of the cows. There were only five of us in our graduating class. Back in those days she was known as a hot ticket and fellows like me were known as “a wee bit lavender.” In that amusingly antique era, gay was how you described your Christmas tree after it was decorated.”
Ralph looked down at his hands uncomfortable and tongue-tied.
Of course he knew that McGovern was a homosexual, had known rungRalph wished he could you until this evening have saved preferably one when Ralph himself it for another day brains had been replaced with wasn’t feeling as goosedown if most of his “That was about a thousand years ago. down.
“Who’d’ve thought we’d both wash up ago,” McGovern said.
Avenue. P on the shores of Harris “It’s emphysema she has, isn’t that right? I think that’s what I heard.”
“Yep. One of those diseases that keep on giving-Getting old certainly no job for sissies, is it’, is “No, it’s not,” Ralph said, and then his mind brought the truth of it home with sudden force. It was Carolyn he thought of, and the terror he had felt when he came squelching into the apartment his soaked sneakers and had seen her lying half in and half out of the kitchen-exactly where he had stood during most of his conversation with Helen, in fact. Facing Ed Deepneau had been nothing compared to the terror he had felt at that moment, when he had been sure Carolyn was dead. two weeks or so", McGovern said. “Now they come every Monday can remember when they just brought May oxygen once ever, and Thursday evening, like clockwork. I go over and see her when I can. Sometimes I read to her-the most boring women’s magazine bullshit You can imagine me-and sometimes we just sit and talk.