Saturday, December 21, 2013
many states we’ve been in together?” I got all joyful and began telling
them the stories. I rejoined Neal in the late afternoon and we started
out for Okie Johnny’s, up Broadway, where Neal suddenly sauntered into a
sports goods store, calmly picking up a softball on the counter, and
came out popping it up and down in his palm. Nobody noticed, nobody ever
notices such things. It was a drowsy hot afternoon. We played catch as
we went along. “We’ll get a Travel Bureau car for sure tomorrow.”
Clementine had given me a big quart of Old Granddad Bourbon. We started
drinking it at Johnny’s house. Across the cornfield in back lived a
beautiful young chick that Neal had been trying to make ever since he
arrived. Trouble was brewing. He threw too many pebbles in her window
and frightened her. As we drank the bourbon in the littered living room
with all its dogs and scattered toys and sad talk Neal kept running out
the back kitchen door and crossing the cornfield to throw pebbles and
whistle. Once in a while Nancy went out to peek. Suddenly Neal came back
pale. “Trouble, m’boy. That gal’s mother is after me with a shotgun and
she got a gang of hi school kids to beat me up from down the road.”
“What’s this? Where are they?” “Across the cornfield m’boy.” Neal was
drunk and didn’t care. We went out together and crossed the cornfield in
the moonlight. I saw groups of people on the dark dirt road. “Here they
come!” I heard. “Wait a minute” I said “What’s the matter please?” The
mother lurked in the background with a big shotgun across her arm. “That
damn friend of yours been annoying us long enough---I’m not the kind to
call the law---if he comes back here once more I’m gonna shoot and
shoot to kill.” The high school boys were clustered with their fists
knotted. I was so drunk I didn’t care either but I soothed everybody
some. I said “He won’t do it again, I’ll watch him, he’s my brother and
listens to me. Please put the gun away and don’t bother about anything.”
“Just one more time!” she said firmly and grimly across the dark. “When
my husband gets home I’m sending him after you.” “You don’t have to do
that, he won’t bother you any more, understand, now be calm and it’s
okay.” Behind me Neal was cursing under his breath. The girl was peeking
from her bedroom window. I
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