Sunday, December 22, 2013
at the starter. I heard them giggle about me “Jack’s just come in from a
long trip---he has to be relieved.” We went to Helen’s and there
everybody sat around---Julie, her daughter, Helen, Bill Tomson, Helena
Tomson---all sullen in the overstuffed furniture as I stood in a corner
neutral in Frisco problems and Neal stood in the middle of the room with
his balloon-thumb in the air breast-high, giggling. “Gawd damn” he said
“we’re all losing our fingers…hawr hawr hawr.” “Neal why do you act so
foolish?” said Helen. “Carolyn called and said you left her. Don’t you
realize you have a daughter.” “He didn’t leave her. She kicked him out!”
I said breaking my neutrality. They all gave me dirty looks; Neal
grinned. “And with that thumb what do you expect the poor guy to do.” I
added. They all looked at me: particularly, Helena Tomson lowered a mean
gaze on my flesh. It wasn’t anything but a sewing circle and the center
of it was the culprit, Neal---responsible perhaps for everything that
was wrong. I looked out the window at the buzzing night-street of
Mission; I wanted to get going and hear the great jazz of Frisco, and
remember this was only my second night in town, everything had happened
aheap. “I think Louanne was very wise leaving you Neal. For years now
you haven’t any sense of responsibility for anyone. You’ve done so many
awful things I don’t know what to say to you.” And in fact that was the
point and they all sat around just looking at Neal with lowered and
hating eyes and he just stood on the carpet in the middle of them and
giggled---he merely giggled. He made a little dance. His bandage was
getting dirtier all the time, it began to flop and unroll. I suddenly
realized that Neal was by virtue of his enormous series of sins becoming
the Idiot…the Imbecile…the Saint of the Lot. “You have absolutely no
regard for anybody but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think
about is what’s hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you
can get out of people and then you throw them aside…Not only that but
you’re silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and
there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of
just goofing all the time.” That’s what Neal was, the HOLY GOOF.
“Carolyn is crying her heart out tonight but don’t think for a minute
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