The Day Steam Died

by Brown, Dick

  Roy smiled and nodded in agreement, pleased to see her so excited about the house. The new house was only a half block from school. The boys wouldn’t have to get up as early. “Do we need to fill out an application or put down a deposit?” Mary Beth said. “Your word is good enough for me. You work at the Shops, don’t you, Mr. Barnes?” Miss Gobble asked, wiping drool from her chin. “I’ll just need a month’s rent in advance. It looks like you have two good helpers to keep the soot washed off the house. I require that of my renters.”

  “Of course,” Mary Beth assured her, handing Miss Gobble forty-five dollars in wrinkled bills from her purse.

  “Soot washed off the house indeed,” Mary Beth fumed as Roy drove back to the apartment. “If you wash the soot off that old house it will fall apart. That’s all that’s holding it together.”

  “Now, Mary Beth, you know she was just testing us to see what kind of renters we’ll be. And she’s right, we do have two good helpers to wash the soot off, don’t we, boys? That’s easier than picking up coal every evening. Just be glad the house isn’t white.” Roy chuckled at his rare attempt at humor. “The imitation brick siding won’t show dirt too bad, but your mother will need some help bringing the clothes in off the line when those old engines start blowing black smoke and soot while waiting to get into the roundhouse. Having your own room and only a half-block to walk to school isn’t too bad a trade-off for hosing down the house once in a while and helping bring in a few clothes off the line, is it, boys?”

  It was a good tradeoff for everyone but Rick. He was in no hurry to move across town from Ann and not be able to be with her every day. He even looked forward to gathering coal in the evenings just so they could be together. Early nightfall provided a cover of darkness for their passionate love sessions under the blanket they’d hidden at Carnes’ barn for the cold winter nights.

  Chapter 6

  “He was so proud of that achievement, he gave it his name in the hope it would grow as one big Coastline Railway family.”

  December 1955

  The Barnes family had settled into the larger house on the opposite side of town from the rail yard and the old apartment building. Everyone was excited about having more space and a warm bathroom, except Rick. He was too far away from Ann. Not being able to see her every day strained their relationship. There was never enough time to talk at school, and their meetings after school at the drugstore hangout had become sporadic.

  “Where’ve you been?” Rick asked as Ann came into the drugstore. “I’ve been waiting here for over an hour.”

  Ann avoided Rick’s stare. She slumped into the booth where they’d met every day after school since Rick moved.

  Staring down at her white knuckled hands, she said, “I had to stay after class to make up some work in Algebra.”

  “Are you okay? You don’t look too good.”

  “It’s nothing. Daddy was in one of his moods last night and I didn’t get my homework done. Mrs. Andersen let me make it up after school, that’s all.”

  “Your hair’s a mess and your clothes are all rumpled. I’ve never seen you like this,” Rick said.

  She was always neatly dressed and took good care of her appearance even if her clothes were sometimes a little old and worn.

  Ann was unassumingly beautiful, just over five foot three with velvet skin unspoiled by makeup. She was voluptuous and fully developed as a young woman. But she didn’t fit in with the click of senior girls who ruled the halls of Bankstowne High.

  But Rick feared losing Ann. Since homecoming, Tank hadn’t stopped taunting him about how he could have her anytime he wanted.

  Unknown to Rick, Tank continued to flirt with Ann after homecoming giving her rides when Rick was busy putting the Railroader together after school.

  “Has Tank been bothering you?” Rick asked.

  “I said I’m fine,” she snapped. “I had to rush out this morning before daddy got up and didn’t have time to iron my clothes and fix my hair.”

  Her body trembled as she tried to stand, but Rick grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the booth.

  “I want to know if Tank has been bothering you,” Rick demanded. “I’ll kill that bastard if he ever lays a hand on you!”

  Her face drawn in anger, Ann tried to collect herself. “I told you where I was. Now please, I don’t feel good, and I just want to go home.”

  “I’m sorry,” Rick said, releasing her. “I just wanted to talk to you. I’ll walk you home.”

  They headed up Main Street for the pedestrian bridge over the rail yard that led to the old apartment house where Ann still lived. Walking past Carnes’ barn stirred thoughts of a future she had dreamed of with Rick, but now knew it would never happen. Why did things have to get so complicated? Everything had changed now she thought. Their lives would never be the same again and Rick would never know why.

  “I’m really excited about us going to college together next year,” Rick said, trying to cheer Ann up. “Applications have to be in right after Christmas break. I’ll pick you up during the break and we can fill them out together at my house. I can’t wait to get you away from Tank Johnson and Bankstowne High next year. Our lives will be perfect together without him around.” Rick talked on as they climbed the stairs to Ann’s apartment.

  Ann stopped at her door. Her hands shook so badly she had difficulty getting the key into the lock. She didn’t open the door and invite Rick in. Instead she turned with her back against the door and confronted Rick.

  “Are you kidding? My parents don’t have money for me to go to college. My daddy thinks the only role for women in this world is cooking for men and having their babies,” Ann snapped.

  Baffled by her sudden change of attitude, Rick tried to reassure her. “You can get scholarships. I know you can. You have the best grades in the class, but you have to apply. They don’t just give them away. How do you think I can afford it?” Rick asked. “My parents lived through the Depression too, and they think getting a job at the Coastline Shops is more important than going to college. They don’t think being a writer is a real job. My experience as editor of the Railroader is going to get me a scholarship right here at Cannon College. Commuting together will be fun, almost like being married.” Rick looked for a reaction but nothing came. “You’ll make a great teacher. You’re good with kids, and they give out lots of scholarships to prospective teachers at Cannon every year. We could have a great life together.”

  “Good for you,” Ann said. “I’m glad you have it all figured out. You live in a normal family, but I have to stay here to help take care of my mother and protect Jo Lee from my drunken father. His drinking is getting worse, and I think my mother’s sick. But she’s scared to tell him, and now . . .” Ann couldn’t continue, breaking into uncontrollable sobs. She pulled open the door and slipped inside, slamming the door behind her.

  “I won’t leave until you come back and tell me what’s going on,” Rick said as he pounded on the Nestlebaum’s door.

  Ann ran past her mother to the bedroom she shared with Jo Lee and buried her face in her pillow.

  Alice ignored Rick’s shouting and pounding on the door and followed her upset daughter into the bedroom. “Ann, what in the world is the matter, and why is Rick beating on our door? Did you two have a fight?”

  Ann mumbled some words but was sobbing too hard to be understood.

  Alice sat on the side of her bed, drew her daughter to her, and held her tight like she did when Ann was a baby.

  “He raped me, momma. He raped me!” Ann blurted out. “I’m so ashamed. He was so strong I couldn’t fight him off!” She pulled away from her mother and collapsed on her bed, sobbing.

  Alice was on her feet instantly. “I’ll call right now and speak to his mother before your father gets home. He’ll kill Rick if he finds out.”

 
“Not Rick. It was Tank Johnson!” she screamed. “That bastard forced himself on me then laughed and said to tell Rick, ‘Not bad for white trash.’” Her body heaved with uncontrollable sobs.

  Alice tried to console her devastated daughter but couldn’t offer anything beyond her gentle touch. “We can’t tell the police or let your father know about this. Sam Johnson is head of the Coastline Shops. He would fire Red if we accuse Tank. The police won’t do anything. It would just be your word against his,” Alice argued aloud with herself. She pulled Ann up by her shoulders, looked straight into her tear-swollen eyes, and spoke deliberately. “Listen to me. We can’t tell anybody about this. It’s got to be our secret. You’re strong. I know you can do it. Tank will graduate in the spring and be out of our lives for good. You just have to go to school and act like nothing happened, you hear me? Just like nothing happened.”

  Alice turned away and grabbed her side in pain, trying to hide it from Ann. She stood up and calmly walked toward the door. “Go in the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up before your father gets home,” she said and left the room as if nothing had happened.

  Dazed by her mother’s inability to deal with her trauma, Ann locked herself in their freezing cold bathroom. She ran nothing but hot water until steam filled the room. Her skin glowed bright red from heavy scrubbing, but she couldn’t wash away the feeling of Tank’s sweaty body pressed against her. Gone was the warm feeling inside she always had when she thought about this being the same tub Rick had taken long soaking baths in. Her fantasy of them sneaking in after everyone was asleep to make love in this bathtub had been brutally shattered.

  “You gonna be in there all night?” Red shouted from outside the bathroom door. “I got a ton of grime to wash off before supper.” Red’s pounding on the door shocked Ann back to reality. She had to resume her life as if nothing had happened to avoid Rick’s suspicions. How was she going to live with the lie?

  “I’ll be out in a minute, Daddy. Sorry to take so long,” Ann answered. Her body shook as if the scalding water had turned to ice. She quickly pulled on her bathrobe.

  She avoided her father’s eyes when she entered their apartment through the kitchen door and stood next to the old cook stove to warm herself.

  “It looks like our little girl is all grown up, Momma,” Red said. He ogled Ann’s figure through her threadbare bathrobe, for the first time sober enough to recognize her transformation into a young woman. “No wonder that Barnes boy is always sniffing around like a hound dog.” He stood and went to the door. “You better have saved me some hot water.”

  “You go on,” Alice whispered after Red had gone into the bathroom. “I’ll tell your daddy you aren’t feeling well and went to bed early without supper. Go on now, do your homework and go to bed.”

  After supper, Red followed his routine of drinking a bottle of cheap Wild Turkey bourbon and was snoring on the couch before Alice had cleaned up supper dishes.

  Alice snuck into the girl’s bedroom to check on Ann. She’d fixed a sandwich and a glass of milk. Jo Lee was busy doing homework at a desk the girls shared.

  Quickly, before Alice could speak, Ann asked, “Momma, do you think Daddy would sign papers for me to apply to Cannon College?”

  Alice’s eyes narrowed. She spoke through clinched teeth. “And just how do you think we can afford that, young lady?”

  “I can get a scholarship. Mrs. Tichenor, my English teacher, said my grades were good enough and she would write a letter of recommendation for me.”

  “So you think you can just run off to college and leave Jo Lee and me here? I need you here to help me. I can’t handle your daddy anymore, and I don’t want him going after Jo Lee when he gets drunk.”

  Jo Lee didn’t look up from her homework, but Ann could tell she was listening carefully to every word. Alice shrugged. “If he says he’ll sign it, then I guess you can go if you get that scholarship,” she said knowing full well Red would never sign for her to go to college.

  “Thank you, Momma. Do I have to go to school tomorrow? I’m really tired and just want to sleep.”

  “We’ll see in the morning. Now, get to bed before your daddy wakes up and wants to know what’s the matter with you.”

  Rick strained to keep his voice to a whisper in the library where they had study hall. “Ann, I’m worried about the way you’ve been missing school and avoiding me these last few weeks. Please tell me what the heck is wrong. Is it something I’ve done? I’ll do whatever it takes to get us back to the way we were, just don’t keep shutting me out. I’ll come over during Christmas break so we can talk this out, okay?”

  “It’s nothing you can fix. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you and wish things could be different.” At the sound of the bell ending third period, Ann rushed into the crowded hallway before Rick could see her tears.

  She ducked into the girl’s bathroom seconds before throwing up. Missing her period wasn’t something Ann could talk to her mother about and she didn’t have any close girlfriends.

  The cold water she splashed on her face was soothing. When she looked up from the lavatory into the mirror, dark circles under her puffy red eyes stared back at her. Ann looked like a woman twice her age. She glanced around to see if she was alone then slipped into a stall, wrapped her arms around her waist, and sobbed. “Oh my God, what am I going to do?”

  Chapter 7

  “The town of Bankstowne grew, established churches, schools, grocery stores, doctors, dentists, and a dozen other shops to take care of its citizens.”

  Holiday downer

  Christmas day at the Johnson’s house wasn’t the happy occasion Sam Johnson expected. They were supposed to be sitting on the fifty-yard line to watch his North Carolina Tar Heels play in the Orange Bowl.

  Tank had shaken Sam’s world to the core when he awkwardly confessed his stupid high school prank to get even with Rick for not giving him the star billing he deserved in the school paper. Even Tank was shaken to find out later Ann was pregnant.

  “Are you trying to screw up your chances to play football just for a roll in the hay with a drunken grease monkey’s daughter?

  “I didn’t think she’d get pregnant.”

  “Jesus, son, what’s the matter with you? If she goes to the police, we have a real problem.”

  Sam paced in front of a crackling fireplace of the finest home in Bankstowne. He almost bit in half the cigar stub protruding from the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t lit up since Dr. McCormick made him quit smoking five years ago. A childhood bout of pneumonia left his lungs weak, so now he only chewed the finest hand-rolled Havana’s shipped directly to him from Cuba.

  “I have big plans for your future, son, and I’m not just talking about playing football at Carolina. You keep your pecker in your pants and you can write your own ticket to the General Assembly, the governor’s mansion . . . Washington. There’s no limit to where you can go.”

  “But what about pro ball? I can make a whole lot more money in the NFL. Heck, I could make more than you even.” Tank smirked.

  “Listen to me, boy, I’m talking about more money than you can imagine, in the hundreds of millions. You can play maybe five or six years if you don’t blow a knee, then what?”

  “Then I’ll be old enough to run for governor.” Tank stood only inches from his father’s face. “Or congress. By then everybody in the country will know who I am.”

  “Don’t get smart with me. The plan is to get you elected to the General Assembly first. To learn your way around, how to make alliances and get legislation passed that will put your name in front of the voters.” Sam chewed his nub of a cigar. “Then when you’re thirty, move up to the governor’s mansion as the youngest governor in North Carolina’s history. As governor you can help turn our new S & T Distributing Company into an even bigger money machine.

  “Tobac
co is the life blood of North Carolina. We have the lowest cigarette tax in the country and the best part is tax stamps aren’t required on individual packs. We sell them to my contacts in New York City by the boxcar load for half their thirty-cent New York state tax value. Do you have any idea how much a quarter million cartons of cigarettes a month to New York alone would bring? How does one and a half million a month sound to you?”

  Sam rolled his eyes. “In the General Assembly and later in the governor’s mansion you can kill any cigarette tax bills so we can sell cigarettes for at least seventy percent profit a pack.” Sam draped his arm around Tank’s shoulder, smiling and giving him a tight squeeze for emphasis. “Now do you understand why it’s so important for that little tramp not to screw everything up by drawing attention to us with a paternity suit? And you had better learn to keep you pants zipped.”

  Tank shrugged. “I’m sorry, Pop. She won’t say anything. I know she won’t. If anything, she’ll blame it on that little twit, Rick Barnes. Before she starts to show I’ll make sure she convinces him it’s his kid and that sap will marry her.” Tank pulled from under his father’s arm and straightened. “He’s so stuck on her. He’ll never know the difference.”

  “You’ll do nothing until I tell you!” Sam said, biting on his cigar so hard that its tobacco fell onto the floor. “Do you understand me? Nothing! Her old man may be a drunk, but the girl is smart enough to ruin everything. We can’t risk the publicity of a rape trial or paternity lawsuit. When you run for the General Assembly, I don’t want even a hint of scandal that some reporter can dig up. Now, let me think.” His voice lowered as he motioned to the door. “See if you can stay out of trouble long enough for me to figure out how to handle this. Close the door behind you.”