notââ
âWhat is it?â
âNo, but wait. Iâm sitting here, right? and looking out the window and thinking, and Iâve got to leave home. Seeââshe leaned forward, placed her hands on his wrists, and lowered her voiceââIâm living with my folks because I had a nice apartment and I liked being there, but last month, last month Ray broke in one night while I was sleeping and he held a knife on me and raped me.â She did not know what she had expected from his face, but it surprised her: he looked hurt and sad, and he nodded, then slowly shook his head. âSo I moved in with my folks. I was scared. I mean, itâs not as bad as some girls get it, from some stranger, like that poor fifteen-yearold last year hitchhiking and he had a knife and made her blow him; it was just Ray, you know, but stillâIâve got a gun too, a permit, the whole thing.â He nodded. âItâs right here, in my purse.â
âThatâs the way it is now.â
âWhat is?â
âWhatever. Women need things; youâre built too small to be safe anymore.â
âSteve, I got to move. But Iâm still scared of having my own place. I was thinking, see, if I could move in with you, then I could do it gradually, you know? And when you leave in the fall I could sublet, Iâd pay the whole rent for you till you get back, and by thenâwhen do you come back?â
âAround April.â
âIâd be ready. Maybe Iâd move to Amesbury or Newburyport. Maybe even Boston. I donât know why I said Boston. Isnât it funny itâs right there and nobody ever goes to live there?â
âNot me. Spend your life walking on concrete? Sure: move in whenever you want.â
âReally? I wonât be a problem. I can cook tooââ
âSo can I. Here.â He reached into his pocket, brought out a key ring and gave her a key. âAnytime. Call me before, and Iâll help you move.â
âNo. No, I wonât bring much: just, you know, clothes and cassette player and stuff. My folks wonât like this.â
âWhy not?â
âTheyâll think weâre shacking up.â
âWhat are you, twenty-five?â
âSix.â
âSo?â
âI know. Itâll be all right. Itâs just I keep giving them such a bad time.â
âHey: youâre the one having the bad time.â
âOkay. Can I move in tonight? No, Iâm too buzzed. Tomorrow?â
âTonight, tomorrow. Better bring sheets and a pillow.â
âI canât believe it.â He looked at the bar, then smiled at her and stood. âAll worked out, just like that. Jesus, youâre saving my life, Steve. Iâll start paying half the rent right away, and look: Iâll stay out of the way, right? If you bring a girl home, I wonât be there. Iâll be shut up in my room, quiet as a mouse. Iâll go to my folksâ for the night, if you want.â
âNo problem. Donât you even want to know how much the rent is?â
âI donât even care ,â and she stood and put her arm around his back, her fingers just reaching his other side, and walked with him to the bar.
Pollyâs father comes down the slope of the lawn toward the wharf and Iâm scared even while I look past him at the pickup I heard on the road, then down the driveway, and I look at his jeans and shirt; then Iâm not scared anymore. For a second there, I thought Polly or maybe Vinnie had pressed some charges, but it all comes together at once: heâs not in a cruiser and heâs got no New Hampshire cops with him and heâs wearing civvies, if you can call it that when heâs wearing his gun and his nightstick too. I decide to stay in the deck chair. He steps onto the wharf and keeps coming and I decide to take a swallow of beer too. The canâs almost empty and I tilt my head back;
Christina Leigh Pritchard