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out to meet a client, or are they just not answering the phones?"
There was a few seconds of silence. Then: "I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know what you mean."
"Eric called Doug from the office. You know. To finish up some work."
"Oh." Marcy was silent again, and Laura felt her heart beating hard. "Laura… uh… Eric went to Charleston this morning. He won't be back until Saturday."
Laura felt the blood burn in her cheeks. "No, Eric called Doug from the office. About an hour ago."
"Eric's in Charleston." Marcy Parker gave a nervous laugh. "Maybe he called long distance?"
"Maybe." Laura was light-headed. The noise of the rain was a slow drumroll on the roof. "Listen… Marcy, I… shouldn't have called. I shouldn't have bothered you."
"No, it's all right." Marcy's voice was uneasy; she wanted to get off the phone. "I hope everything's fine with the baby. I mean, I know it will be, but… you know."
"Yes. Thank you. You take care."
"Good-bye, Laura."
Laura hung up.
She realized the music was over.
She sat in her chair in the den as rain streamed down the windows. Her hand gripped the two green ticket stubs, to a theater she'd never been to. Her other hand rested on her swollen belly, finding David's warmth. Her brain felt full of thorns, and it made thinking painful. Doug had answered the phone and talked to someone he called Eric. He'd gone to the office to work. Hadn't he? And if he hadn't, then where had he gone? Her palm was damp around the tickets. Who was Doug with if Eric was in Charleston?
Laura closed her eyes and listened to the rain. A siren wailed in the distance, the sound building and then waning. She was thirty-six years old, two weeks away from giving birth for the first time, and she realized she had been a child way too long. Sooner or later, the world would break you down to tears and regrets. Sooner or later, the world would win.
It was a mean place to bring a child into, but it was the only world there was. Laura's eyes were wet. Doug had lied to her. Stood right there and lied to her face. Damn him, he was doing something behind her back, and she was carrying their baby in her womb! Anger swelled, collapsed into sadness, built back again. Damn him! she thought. Damn him, I don't need him! I don't need any of this!
Laura stood up. She got her raincoat and her purse. She went out into the garage, grim-lipped, got into the BMW, and drove away, searching in the dark for a place where there were people, noise, and life.
4
Mr. Mojo Has Risen
SHE TASTED HIM IN HER MOUTH, LIKE BITTER ALMONDS.
The first time, she'd wanted it because she missed it. The second time, she'd done it because she was thinking of how she could get a better rate on the acid. Now she stood in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, her hair damp around her shoulders. Her gaze followed the network of scars on her stomach, down to the ridges of scar tissue that ran between her thighs. Freaky , Gordie had said. Looks like a fuckin' roadmap, don't it? She'd been waiting for his response, steeling herself for it as she'd taken off her clothes. If he had laughed or looked disgusted, she didn't know what she might have done. She needed him, for what he brought her, but sometimes her anger rose up as quick as a cobra and she knew she could reach into his eyeballs with two hooked fingers and break his neck with her other hand before he figured out what had hit him. She looked at her face in the mirror, her mouth foamy with Crest. Her eyes were dark; the future was in them.
"Hey, Ginger!" Gordie called from the bedroom. "We gonna try the acid now?"
Mary spat foam into the sink. "I thought you said you had to meet your girlfriend."
"Aw, she can wait. Won't hurt her. I was pretty good, huh?"
"Far out," Mary said, and she rinsed her mouth and spat into the sink again. She returned to the bedroom, where Gordie was lying on the bed in the tangled sheet smoking a cigarette.
"How come you talk like that?" Gordie asked.
"Talk like
There was a few seconds of silence. Then: "I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know what you mean."
"Eric called Doug from the office. You know. To finish up some work."
"Oh." Marcy was silent again, and Laura felt her heart beating hard. "Laura… uh… Eric went to Charleston this morning. He won't be back until Saturday."
Laura felt the blood burn in her cheeks. "No, Eric called Doug from the office. About an hour ago."
"Eric's in Charleston." Marcy Parker gave a nervous laugh. "Maybe he called long distance?"
"Maybe." Laura was light-headed. The noise of the rain was a slow drumroll on the roof. "Listen… Marcy, I… shouldn't have called. I shouldn't have bothered you."
"No, it's all right." Marcy's voice was uneasy; she wanted to get off the phone. "I hope everything's fine with the baby. I mean, I know it will be, but… you know."
"Yes. Thank you. You take care."
"Good-bye, Laura."
Laura hung up.
She realized the music was over.
She sat in her chair in the den as rain streamed down the windows. Her hand gripped the two green ticket stubs, to a theater she'd never been to. Her other hand rested on her swollen belly, finding David's warmth. Her brain felt full of thorns, and it made thinking painful. Doug had answered the phone and talked to someone he called Eric. He'd gone to the office to work. Hadn't he? And if he hadn't, then where had he gone? Her palm was damp around the tickets. Who was Doug with if Eric was in Charleston?
Laura closed her eyes and listened to the rain. A siren wailed in the distance, the sound building and then waning. She was thirty-six years old, two weeks away from giving birth for the first time, and she realized she had been a child way too long. Sooner or later, the world would break you down to tears and regrets. Sooner or later, the world would win.
It was a mean place to bring a child into, but it was the only world there was. Laura's eyes were wet. Doug had lied to her. Stood right there and lied to her face. Damn him, he was doing something behind her back, and she was carrying their baby in her womb! Anger swelled, collapsed into sadness, built back again. Damn him! she thought. Damn him, I don't need him! I don't need any of this!
Laura stood up. She got her raincoat and her purse. She went out into the garage, grim-lipped, got into the BMW, and drove away, searching in the dark for a place where there were people, noise, and life.
4
Mr. Mojo Has Risen
SHE TASTED HIM IN HER MOUTH, LIKE BITTER ALMONDS.
The first time, she'd wanted it because she missed it. The second time, she'd done it because she was thinking of how she could get a better rate on the acid. Now she stood in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, her hair damp around her shoulders. Her gaze followed the network of scars on her stomach, down to the ridges of scar tissue that ran between her thighs. Freaky , Gordie had said. Looks like a fuckin' roadmap, don't it? She'd been waiting for his response, steeling herself for it as she'd taken off her clothes. If he had laughed or looked disgusted, she didn't know what she might have done. She needed him, for what he brought her, but sometimes her anger rose up as quick as a cobra and she knew she could reach into his eyeballs with two hooked fingers and break his neck with her other hand before he figured out what had hit him. She looked at her face in the mirror, her mouth foamy with Crest. Her eyes were dark; the future was in them.
"Hey, Ginger!" Gordie called from the bedroom. "We gonna try the acid now?"
Mary spat foam into the sink. "I thought you said you had to meet your girlfriend."
"Aw, she can wait. Won't hurt her. I was pretty good, huh?"
"Far out," Mary said, and she rinsed her mouth and spat into the sink again. She returned to the bedroom, where Gordie was lying on the bed in the tangled sheet smoking a cigarette.
"How come you talk like that?" Gordie asked.
"Talk like
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