even look up as his manager walked off, leaving him on the bleachers beside the dark ring, in a vast, empty space. Alone.
ROUND FIVE
A man can endure a lot if he still has hope.
âClyde T. Ellis,
as quoted by Studs Terkel in Hard Times: An Oral History of the Great Depression
âOh, dear Lord. Babyâ¦â
Jim met Mae at the front door. As the scarred plywood creaked open, he glimpsed the tender, attentive expression on his wifeâs face and knew in an instant how much he was going to miss seeing her look at him this wayâlike he was some kind of returning soldier whoâd been in harmâs way, a fighting man who, win or lose, would always come home to steadfast devotion. With his boxing career over, Jim realized, Mae would never have cause to look at him like this again, and he was more than a little uneasy what failing her would do to him. To them.
âI havenât got the money,â he told her straight. He was too tired and in too much pain to break it any easier. âThey wouldnât pay me. Called it a no contest. Said the fight was an embarrassment.â
Maeâs fretful gaze went from the blue and purplebruises on Jimâs battered face to his golden right hand, now caged in a fresh white cast. Her small fist reached out, unfurled like a flower. Soft fingers brushed the hardening surface.
âWhat happened?â she asked.
âMr. Johnston made a decisionâ¦â He shrugged. âThey decommissioned me.â
Fear in Maeâs eyes flared to anger. What did she care about boxing commissionersâ edicts or violated fight rules? She cared only about her husband. âJimmy, what happened to your hand !?â
Jim sighed. âItâs broke in three places.â
With one blink, Maeâs face went blank. Her gaze lost focus. âMercyâ¦Iâm so sorry.â
Jim stared at his wife. Her words had come out strangely distant, like sheâd read them off a Western Union telegram. Deciding she must not have understood what heâd just told her, he tried againâ
âSaid Iâm through , is what they said. Said Iâm not a boxer anymore.â
But Mae Braddock had moved past this already. Chewing the edge of her thumbnail, she began to pace the small front room. âWell, okay,â she said, âif you canât work, we ainât gonna be able to pay the electric or the heatââ
With the gas and electric already overdue, Mae had taken to keeping the heat and all the lights off, save a small lamp in the corner. As she walked back and forth, a shadow flickered across the dingy wall, haunting her every step.
ââand weâre out of credit at the grocery,â she added, âso we need to pack the kids, they can stay at my sisterâs temporary, Iâll take in more sewingââ
âMaeââ
âThen that way we can make two or three breadlines a day and thenââ
âIâll get doubles, triple shifts where I can find them,â Jim told her. âIâll get work wherever I can.â
âJim, you canât work, your handâs brokenââ
She was pacing faster now, her steps going nowhere, just trapped in a repetitive activity in their confined space. Jim could see she was still fretting, her eyes still refusing to look at him.
âMae!â
The strength in Jimâs voice finally broke through. She stopped.
âI can still work,â he told her.
Mae swallowed hard, said nothing.
âGet the shoe polish out of the cabinet,â he told his wife, clear and firm. âGo on. If they see me lugging this around, they wonât pick me will they?â
Mae stifled her response and did as he asked.
âSo, weâll cover it up with the shoe polish,â Jim continued as he sat down at the table and extended his hard, white liability. Mae sat next to him and looked down at the cast.
âBaby, itâs going to be okay,â he
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