Stone Junction by Jim Dodge Page A

the bottle of brandy in my hands, I saw him run into the salon just before it burst into flames.’
    Daniel shut his eyes, absently touching his cheek where Annalee had slapped him.
    ‘Your father was a bandit,’ she continued. ‘I was working as a cocktail waitress in this horrible Chicago bar. We’d closed up and the bartender and I were washing the last few glasses when he stepped out of the bathroom with a pistol in his hand. He tied up the bartender and locked him in the store-room, then emptied the till. He skidded a roll of dimes down the bar toward me, where he’d told me to sit and not move. ‘Put some music on the jukebox,’ he said. I asked him what he wanted to hear. ‘Whatever puts you in the mood,’ he laughed. It was the sweetest, loosest laugh I ever heard. I ended up driving the getaway car to his apartment. No. Wait. I’m lying to you.’
    Daniel glanced at her sharply.
    ‘We didn’t go to his place. We made love right there, on the long mahogany bar.’
    ‘
Mom!
’ Daniel blushed. ‘Geez.’
    ‘You want to know your father and I don’t know who he is. So I’m going to tell you everything that moved me in the men I’ve known, what I’ve admired and enjoyed and dreamed and desired. And when I’m done, you still won’t have a father, still won’t know who your father is, but you’re going to have a much better idea who
I
am, and that you’re my son, and that I love you.
    ‘Your father was a mountain climber who disappeared on the peak. I met him in a Katmandu café just before he started the ascent. I remember …’
    The smashed cake between them untouched, Annalee went on for nearly two hours, every man of flesh or dream she could remember or invent, heroes, poets, outlaws, fools. Daniel listened intently, and when she finished he did something that brought tears to her eyes: He broke a piece of the mangled cake and offered it to her.
    To their mutual amusement, they finished the boat on April Fools’ Day. Their work, they agreed, was excellent. The forlorn queen had been restored to magnificence – from the Belgian carpet to the chandeliers, she possessed a muted elegance and luxurious dignity.
    Annalee phoned Dave Jaspars that evening and told him the work was complete.
    ‘Fantastic!’ He sounded genuinely pleased. ‘Take a vacation for a few weeks or just hang out and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Elmo’s supposed to pass through toward the end of the month and he’ll tell you what’s next.’
    ‘I don’t suppose you’d have any idea what that might be,’ Annalee prodded. Dave Jaspars loved to gossip, and was always dropping hints he knew far more than he could tell.
    ‘Well …’ he began, letting it trail off. ‘You know I shouldn’t tell you this – but you’re going to Indianapolis to join the Sisters of Blessed Mercy convent and Daniel is going to Paraguay to study hallucinogenic medicine with a Yatati shaman.’
    Annalee was stunned. She could hear herself producing a strange nasal whining sound, but until she actually blurted ‘No!’ she had no idea she was trying to speak.
    ‘April Fool!’ Dave Jaspars yelped with glee. ‘Got you!’
    ‘You miserable fucker,’ Annalee said coldly, ‘it’s a good thing I don’t know what you look like or I’d hunt you down and show you some serious foolishness.’
    ‘My goodness, Mrs Wyatt,’ he said, ‘I had no idea you thought of me like that. Didn’t you know that April Fools’ is the only religious holiday we celebrate?’
    ‘No,’ Annalee said, smiling, ‘but it figures.’
    When Elmo Cutter entered the main salon, he took the cigar out of his mouth and whistled softly. ‘Holy shit.’
    Daniel thought it was a good moment to press his case for complete restoration. ‘It would be really beautiful on the river, but that’d mean getting the engine rebuilt, or maybe putting in a new one.’
    ‘Nope, Daniel, it ain’t gonna happen. It’s gonna serve as a stationary communication center. She’d