Friday, December 20, 2013
all that and had let herself fall into complete self-indulgence and
uncare. But that old spark was still there. Only a matter of months
earlier Hunkey had visited her in Detroit and left a whole passel of
fine shirts in her house where he’d stayed a few days complaining until
her mother threw him out. Hunkey was in Sing Sing now, stashed away for
years among the bongo cans Puerto Rican prisoners make for sunset
pleasures in steel halls. She gave me one of his shirts; my new wife
wears it now; a beautiful fine shirt, typical of Hunkey. I wanted to
make love to Edie for the last time but she wouldn’t have it. We drove
to the lake, alone, leaving Neal at the hotel where the whore
proprietors in slacks had refused letting Edie in for talk and
beer drinking (“We don’t run that kind of place!”) and Edie told them to
go to hell. At the lake we sat in the car like ordinary lovers. I said
“What about you and I trying it for the first time or the last time or
whatever you want.” “Don’t be silly.” I got mad and jumped out of the
car and slammed the door and went off to “brood” by the water. This had
always worked before, she always followed and soothed me. But now she
simply shifted to reverse, backed out and drove home to go to sleep,
leaving me with seven miles of Detroit night to walk in because there
wasn’t a bus running anywhere. I walked back four miles to the nearest
trolley line. It was like the walks I had taken on dark Alameda
boulevard in Denver when I used to beat my head on the tar that
shimmered in the starlight. It was all over, Neal said we might as well
go to NY. I wanted to give it one last try. We went to Edie’s the
following afternoon and spent another goofy five hours with the crazy
kids and devouring food from the icebox while her mother was at work.
Then Edie told us to wait in the Mack Ave. bar, same one with the
inquisitive bartender, till she joined us there. Just as we rounded the
corner I looked back and saw her waving at a car in the street and
slipping from the front door into it. The car backed so as not to come
our way and vanished. I said “What the hell is that? Was that Edie
getting in that car? Isn’t she going to meet us here?” Neal was silent.
We waited an hour and then he put his arm around me and said “Jack you
don’t want to believe but don’t you see what
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