B005HF54UE EBOK

by Vlautin, Willy

  ‘That’s why I wanted us here tonight. I saw them over there with a real estate agent, and I called the agency and the wetback motherfuckers closed on the house today. No one lives in it right now. That’s the thing. It’s vacant, so we’re not going to hurt anyone. But it’s a block from my folks’ house and soon an army of wetbacks will be in there and I’m tired of it. There’s an alley behind the house. I got four two-gallon plastic gas jugs in the trunk. We park the car behind the 7-11 down the street. There’s no houses there around it, just the vacant lot. We’ll cover the plates on the car, and then we’ll walk down the alley until we get to the house, and then we’ll go in the backyard. Make sure you stay in the back otherwise people could see. And no talking. No matter what, no talking. Then leave the gas jugs with me. I’ll burn them. I’ll stay after you all leave and light it. We’ll meet back at the car and no running. Just walk back. I’ll be five minutes behind you. If something goes wrong, it’s each man for himself, and we’ll meet when we can. Just go by foot, hide in a yard, whatever it takes. But if we’re going to do it, I need to know now if everybody’s in. ’cause I won’t do it unless we all do it.’

  ‘I’m in,’ Warren said. ‘I agree with Jimmy. We got to start neighborhood by neighborhood, and we might as well start now.’

  ‘I’m in,’ JT said and looked at Jimmy.

  Jimmy looked at Allison in the dim light.

  ‘How about you?’

  They walked down the alley in silence. The night was clear and there were stars overhead. Dogs barked in the distance, but none in the immediate neighborhood made a sound. They came to the house and went through the gate and through the yard to the back porch. Each of them began pouring the gasoline. JT found an unlocked window and poured gasoline inside the empty kitchen. Allison poured her jug against the back door and all along the wood siding. When her can was empty she went to Jimmy and gave it to him. The others did the same and then quietly walked towards the street.

  Jimmy kneeled down by the porch of the house and looked at his watch until five minutes had passed, then he took the last of the gas and soaked the three plastic jugs with it, placed his jug with them and lit them. With another match he then lit the walls of the house and threw another through the open window. He turned around only once as he walked down the alley. He could see the flames growing and the smoke appearing. The red and gold and the black smoke together. The fire had caught and he knew then the house would be ruined. He knew the family who’d bought the house would be called in the middle of the night or in the morning and told the news.

  Hours later he and Allison were at a party in the desert. They walked alone and sat in the dirt among the sage brush.

  ‘I counted on you and you came through for me,’ he said to her.

  Chapter 41

  Phases and Stages

  Dan Mahony didn’t come into the Top Deck restaurant for two weeks. He had given the girl his address and his phone number on the back of a napkin some weeks earlier, though, and so one afternoon the girl walked to his house.

  She went to Seventh Street and took his address from her pocket and began reading the numbers on the homes until she came to his. It was a small house set back from the road and surrounded by a yard. The grass was brown and half covered in leaves. There was an old cottonwood tree in the center of the lawn, its branches almost reaching from one side of the yard to the other. There were a few pine trees scattered along the chain link fence which surrounded the property.

  The house itself was brown and had a red door. There was an aluminum boat to the right of it, set on a trailer, and an old Honda dirt bike locked to a fence post.

  As she came to the metal gate and opened it, a dog appeared from behind the house and slowly walked towards her wagging his tail. The girl bent down and petted him.

  ‘Hello, boy,’ she said softly.

  She walked to the front door and knocked, but there was no answer. The curtains were closed and she couldn’t hear anything inside. She knocked once again and was just beginning to turn away when the door opened.

  Dan Mahony stood in front of her. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans with holes in the knees. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his hair was in disarray. He hadn’t shaven in weeks and looked as though he’d just woken up.

  ‘I tried to call, but no one ever answered,’ she said and smiled. The dog was at her feet and she bent down and pet him again. ‘I like your dog.’

  ‘He’s a good one,’ Dan said and rubbed his face to wake up. ‘Let me put on a shirt. Come on in.’

  The house inside wasn’t much, just a main room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and bathroom. The main room had a wood stove, and it was burning, and the inside was warm. There was an old couch covered by a dark blue sheet against the wall, and a TV set on a plastic milk crate in front of a window. Next to it was a stereo set on an old wooden crate with stacks of CDs next to it. The walls were white and were bare except for a large black velvet painting of a Mexican bandit smoking a cigarette. His scarred face, his faded sombrero, his leather ammunition belt across his chest, his eyes staring off into the distance.

  The room was cluttered and un-kept, clothes lay on the floor, newspapers and fast food bags were scattered everywhere. The floors were carpeted in worn out brown shag. There were holes in it where traffic had been the highest, with duct tape surrounding the holes to hold the carpet down. She took off her coat, gloves, and hat and set them on the couch and stood next to the stove to warm herself.

  Dan reappeared from his bedroom wearing a red flannel shirt. His hair was wet and combed and he wore brown work boots.

  ‘I’m glad you came,’ he said and smiled.

  ‘This is a great place,’ she said. ‘I like the wood stove. I’ve never lived anywhere that had a fireplace. I’m sorry to bother you, but I hadn’t seen you in the restaurant for a long time. I was wondering if everything was okay.’

  ‘Well,’ he said and opened the curtains, letting light in the front room. ‘I guess I just hit one of those phases, you know?’

  ‘What kind of phase?’

  ‘The sorta phase where you can’t get out of bed,’ he said and smiled again. He leaned against the wall and looked at her. ‘You want something to eat, to drink?’

  ‘All right,’ she said. ‘I’ll have something to drink if you have it.’

  ‘Come into the kitchen,’ he said.

  She put her hands close to the wood stove and rubbed them, then followed him into the kitchen. It was small like the rest of the house, and the paint was old and faded and lime green in color. There was a sink and some wooden shelves along the walls, an old refrigerator, a gas stove, and a table and two chairs set by a window. A calendar hung near a clock on the only bare wall. The calendar was large and had a photo of a woman in a bikini. Underneath it read ‘Johnson Plumbing Supply’.

  There were dishes stacked high in the sink and the small table was covered in fast food bags, unopened mail, and soda cans. The room smelled of garbage and rotting food.

  ‘Sorry about the mess,’ he said and sat at the table. ‘You can get anything in the fridge. I could make us some coffee, too.’

  ‘I think coffee would be good for both of us. But I can make it, you just tell me where everything is.’

  ‘All right,’ he said. He opened the curtain covering the kitchen window and sat back down. Outside, behind the house, was an alley, and before it a concrete car port where his black Ford pick-up sat.

  The girl made the coffee, then washed two mugs and poured them each a cup. She found a container of sugar and washed a spoon. She looked in the fridge for milk, and a quart sat full, unopened, but expired. She brought the coffee to him and sat at the table.

  ‘I apologize for how dirty it is in here,’ he said and drank from his cup. ‘It ain’t always like this.’

  ‘It’s all right,’ she said. ‘What happened?’

  ‘I’m embarrassed to even tell you.’

  ‘You shouldn’t be embarrassed around me. Everything
makes me depressed.’

  ‘Well,’ he said, then paused for a time. ‘I was waiting in line at this liquor store down the street. I was just buying a beer after work. It’s on the route I walk. There were a couple guys behind me. They were young, just idiots. Maybe they were in college, I don’t know. Just average looking guys, I suppose, but more than anything I guess they seemed a lot like the guys who beat me up. They made me nervous at any rate, and I had a handful of change I was gonna use to buy the beer, and I got so nervous I dropped the change on the floor, and it ran all over. I got on my knees trying to grab it all and when I looked at them, really just glanced at them, they were staring at me. I guess ’cause I was so clumsy or maybe it was my eye. Anyway, then they said a couple things.’ He paused again and took another drink of coffee.

  ‘What sorta stuff did they say?’

  ‘Ah, it was nothing really. They were idiots, you know? They were just making fun of me for spilling my change. But still, when I turned around to say something, stand up for myself, my heart just sorta fell, and when I looked at them, really looked at them, I got scared. More scared than I had been in a long time. Scared that they’d want to fight, that I’d go out into the parking lot and maybe this time I would die. Maybe they would kill me. It doesn’t sound like much to get me so upset, but it did. So I just walked out of there, left my money on the floor, left the beer on the counter. What’s weird is, even the guys at work, some of them are really all right, they wouldn’t hurt a fly, but when they raise their voice to me, my heart just sorta sinks, I break out in a sweat. I’ve always been that way a little, but not like now. Never like now. That day at the liquor store nothing really happened but still I was wrecked ’cause of it. And all the way home I was waiting for them to chase me, to get me. For what? Why would they do it? There was no reason for it. But I couldn’t stop that feeling. I kept turning around. I even walked down different streets and I took an alley when really I don’t walk home that way. It was a horrible feeling. When I got back here I just sat in my place and I knew I was beat. So then when I woke up that next morning, I just couldn’t make a go of it. Hell, it’s stupid but that was a couple weeks ago.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ Allison said and looked at him. He was staring at the ground, his two hands holding the coffee cup. ‘Those guys, those guys that hurt you, they’re just horrible people. That’s all they are, Dan. Not everyone’s like that, even though it seems like they are sometimes.’

  Tears began falling from his face. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’

  She got up and kneeled in front of him. ‘There’s nothing wrong with you. You look different, but you’re not ugly. I don’t think so. Your scar makes you look handsome and your eye, it makes you look sorta tough. And think about those poor guys you were telling me about at the VA. They’d probably love to be in your shoes. To look like you, and live here, and have a dog named Zipper.’

  He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at her. ‘I know,’ he said quietly. ‘I know all that.’

  ‘Why don’t you go take a shower and change your clothes? You should shave, too. You look better without a beard and you smell worse than your dog.’

  He laughed at that. ‘I probably do.’

  ‘I’ll wait,’ she said.

  As he walked down the short hall and into the bathroom, she found a package of garbage bags, and started cleaning the kitchen. She threw away the old food in the fridge, the empty soda cans, and all the fast food bags laying about. She opened the back door and took out two full bags of trash. She set them by the garbage can and went back in and into the living room and turned on the stereo. With another trash bag she cleaned the living room and hallway. She placed the last garbage bag out by the others, then did the dishes, and cleaned the counters.

  When Dan reappeared he was clean shaven. He was dressed in black pants and a white long-sleeve shirt. He sat at the kitchen table and put on his boots.

  ‘You look a whole lot better,’ she said as she finished wiping down the counters. She stood leaning against the sink with her arms folded. Her black hair was pulled back in a pony tail and sweat gathered on her brow.

  ‘You didn’t have to clean like that,’ he said.

  ‘Sometimes having a clean place can make you feel better.’

  ‘I kind of let things go, I guess,’ he said.

  ‘I’ve let a lot of things go,’ she said. ‘Sometime you can’t help it. Did you lose your job?’

  ‘No,’ he said and finished lacing his boots. ‘The doctor I told you about, I called him and told him what happened, and anyway he understood, I guess, ’cause he told everybody I had pneumonia and I’d be out a couple weeks. Problem is, the couple weeks are about up, and I gotta go back.’

  ‘You just got to go there then. Just show up and the rest will take care of itself.’

  ‘I’ll go, I will,’ he said and smiled. ‘The place sure looks nice.’

  ‘It’s nothing,’ she said.

  ‘You hungry?’ he said. ‘I could buy you lunch or dinner or something.’

  ‘I don’t have time right now,’ she said. ‘I have to go to work. But you and your dog could walk me there if you want.’

  ‘I’d like that,’ he said and stood up. He walked to a closet and got his coat. The girl put on her coat, hat, and gloves and they walked out into the yard. It was dark as they went down Seventh Street towards the casinos and the downtown lights. Dan Mahony couldn’t take control of her, she thought to herself, he could barely take control of himself. So as she walked, she felt all right with him there. Her hand fell next to his and she took it in hers and held it.

  Chapter 42

  The Second Letter

  It was in a white envelope and addressed to her at the apartment. Postmarked Las Vegas. It was Jimmy Bodie’s writing on it and her heart fell when she saw that it was. She sat outside her apartment on the sidewalk and opened it. The handwriting was shaky and the paper was lined and taken from a binder. It was written in pencil and much of it had been erased and rewritten.

  Allison,

  I hope you got my last letter. Your mom said she sent it but I don’t know if she really did or if you got it. Anyway I guess you know that I know you are in Reno. Now I know where. It wasn’t that hard to find out. I’m pretty certain I’m coming up. I wanted to let you know that I’m really moving to Montana or somewhere up there so I’ll be passing your way. Vegas is too much. I thought I could live here but I can’t. It’s still a cesspool and it’s getting worse by the day. I’ve finally straightened myself out. This time for good. I’m drawing that line North like I said. I always do what I say. I might move to Washingon, I don’t know. You can make a ton of money up there. I’m a good mechanic so it shouldn’t be that hard. I got a new girlfriend, she doesn’t drink like you, and she’s really good looking. She’s gonna meet up with me when I get settled. Even so I want to see you. Maybe I’ll stay in Reno, I don’t know. Give me your phone number if you got one. Hope you’re alive and doing all right. Are you passing out everywhere? Still don’t know why you just up and abandoned me. I know we went through some rough times but you’re as much to blame as me. Anyway I apologized for my part. Even though I got this new gal, I still think about you all the time. At least mail me back. Call me collect if you want,

  Sincerely,

  Jimmy

  Chapter 43

  A Late Night Conversation

  That night there was a fight in the parking lot of her apartment building. It was nighttime and her day off. She was watching TV. She had a frozen dinner in the oven. The fight was between two men and they yelled at each other and then suddenly they were fist fighting. She could hear one of the men screaming. She turned off the TV and the lights in the room and listened. There were times of silence, then it would start again. She moved a window shade to the side and looked out at two middle aged men wrestling on the pavement.

  The apartment manager appeared and yelled at the two men, but they didn’t stop. One of the men grabbed
the other man by the hair and beat his head into the frozen parking lot. The apartment manager threatened to call the police and then after a while the police did come, and then an ambulance too.

  She watched until the ambulance drove off and then turned the TV back on and ate her dinner by the light of it. That night she woke from a nightmare in which the new parents of her baby had left the boy alone in an alley. It was snowing out and they were walking down the road and then they set the baby boy next to a parked car and disappeared.

  She woke in tears in a fit of anxiety that wouldn’t end. She waited and waited for it to pass and when it didn’t she bit down on the inside of her cheeks and with her hands she pinched her legs hoping it would calm her. She began crying. She went down a list of triggers to try and calm her nerves.

  ‘Try to breathe,’ he said suddenly to her.

  ‘Why did I do it? Why did I give him away?’

  ‘’Cause your boyfriend’s an asshole,’ he said as he sat behind a large oak desk. His feet were set up and he was leaning back in his chair drinking a can of Budweiser. ‘I’d bet he is one of the biggest dipshits I ever met in my life. He’d of made your life hell. He still could, I’m afraid.’