Pricksongs & Descants (34 page)

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The baby
’
s dirty. Stinks to high heaven. She hurries back to the livingroom, hearing sirens and gunshots. The detective is crouched outside a house, peering in. Already, she
’
s completely lost. The baby screams at the top of its lungs. She turns up the volume. But it
’
s all confused. She hurries back in there, claps an angry hand to the baby
’
s mou
th
.
“
Shut up!
”
she cries. She throws the baby down on its back, starts to unpin the diaper, as the baby tunes up again. The phone rings. She answers it, one eye on the TV.
“
What?
”
The baby cries so hard it starts to choke. Let it.
“
I said, hi, this is Jack!
”
Then it hits her: oh no! the diaper pin!

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“
The aspirin ...
”
But she
’
s already in the tub. Way down in the tub. Staring at him through the water. Her tummy looks pale and ripply. He hears sirens, people on the porch.

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Jimmy gets up to go to the bathroom and gets his face slapped and smeared with baby poop. Then she hauls him off to the bathroom, yanks off his pajamas, and throws him into
the
tub. That
’
s okay, but next she gets naked and acts
l
ike she
’
s gonna get in
the
tub, too. The baby
’
s screaming and the phone
’
s ringing
l
ike crazy and in walks his dad. Saved
!
he thinks, but, no, his dad grabs him right back out of the tub and whales the dickens out of him, no questions asked, while she watches, then sends hi
m
—
whac
k
!
—back to bed. So he
’
s lying there, wet and dirty and naked and sore, and he still has to go to the bathroom, and outside his window he hears two older guys talking.
“
Listen, you know where to do it if we get her pinned?
”
“
No! Don
’
t you?
”

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“Yo
ho heave ho!
Ugh!
”
Dolly
’
s on her back and they
’
re working on the belly side. Somebody got the great idea of buttering her down first
.
Not to lose the ground they
’
ve gained, they
’
ve shot it inside with a basting syringe. But now suddenly there
’
s this big tug-of-war under way between those who want to stuff her in and those who want to let her out Something rips, but she feels better. The odor of hot butter makes her think of movie theaters and popcorn.
“
Hey, has anybody seen Harry
?
”
she asks.
“
Where
’
s Harry
?
”

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Somebody
’
s getting chased. She switches back to the love story, and now the man
’
s back kissing the young lover again. What
’
s going on? She gives it up, decides to take a quick bath. She
’
s just stepping into the tub, one foot in, one foot out, when Mr. Tucker walks in.
“
Oh, excuse me
! I only wanted some aspirin..
.
”
She grabs for a towel, but he yanks it away.
“
Now, that
’
s not how it
’
s supposed to happen, child,
”
he scolds.
“
Please! Mr. Tucker.
..!
”
He embraces her savagely, his calloused old hands clutching roughly at her back side.
“
Mr. Tucker!
”
she cries, squirming.
“
Your wife called—
!
”
He
’
s pushing something between her legs, hurting her. She slips, they both slip—something cold and hard slams her in the back, cracks her skull, she seems to be sinking into a sea...

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They
’
ve got her over the hassock, skirt up and pants down.
“
Give her a little lesson there, Jack baby!
”
The television lights flicker and flash over her glossy flesh,
1000 WHEN LIT
. Whack! Slap! Bumper to bumper! He leans into her, feeling her come alive.

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The phone rings, waking the baby.
“
Jack, is that you? Now, you listen to me—!
”
“
No, dear, this is Mrs. Tucker. Isn
’
t the TV awfully loud?
”
“
Oh, I
’
m sorry, Mrs. Tucker! I
’
ve been getting—
”
“
I tried to call you before, but I couldn
’
t hang on. To the phone, I mean. I
’
m sorry, dear.
”
“
Just a minute, Mrs. Tucker, the baby
’
s—
”
“
Honey, listen! Is Harry there? Is Mr. Tucker there, dear?
”

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“
Stop it!
”
she screams and claps a hand over the baby
’
s mouth.
“
Stop it! Stop it!
Stop
it!
”
Her other hand is full of baby stool and she
’
s afraid she
’
s going to be sick. The phone rings.
“
No!
”
she cries. She
’
s hanging on to the baby, leaning woozily away, listening to the phone ring.
“
Okay, okay,
”
she sighs, getting ahold of herself. But when she lets go of the baby, it isn
’
t screaming any more. She shakes it
.
Oh
no ...

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“
Hello?
”
No answer. Strange. She hangs up and, wrapped only in a towel, stares out the window at the cold face staring in—she screams!

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She screams, scaring the hell out of him. He leaps out of the tub, glances up at the window she
’
s gaping at just in time to see two faces duck away, then slips on the bathroom tiles, and crashes to his ass, whacking his head on the sink on the way down. She stares down at him, trembling, a towel over her narrow shoulders.
“
Mr. Tucker! Mr. Tucker, are you all right... ?
”
Who
’
s Sorry Now? Yessir, who
’
s back is breaking with each ... He stares up at the little tufted locus of all his woes, and passes out, dreaming of Jeannie ...

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The phone rings.
“
Dolly! It
’
s for you!
”
“
Hello?
”
“
Hello, Mrs. Tucker?
”
“
Yes, speaking.
”
“
Mrs. Tucker, this is the police calling...
”

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It
’
s cramped and awkward and slippery, but he
’
s pretty sure he got it in her, once anyway. When he gets the suds out of his eyes, he sees her staring up at them. Through the water.
“
Hey, Mark! Let her up!
”

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Down in the suds. Feeling sleepy. The phone rings, startling her. Wrapped in a towel, she goes to answer.
“
No, he
’
s not here, Mrs. Tucker.
”
Strange. Married people act pretty funny sometimes. The baby is awake and screaming. Dirty, a real mess. Oh boy, there
’
s a lot of things she
’
d rather be doing than babysitting in this mad house. She decides to wash the baby off in her own bathwater. She removes her towel, unplugs the tub, lowers the water level so the baby can sit Glancing back over her shoulder, she sees Jimmy staring at her.
“
Go back to bed, Jimmy.
”
“
I have to go to the bathroom.
”
“
Good grief, Jimmy! It looks like you already have!
”
The phone rings. She doesn
’
t bother with the towel—what can Jimmy see he hasn
’
t already seen?—and goes to answer.
“
No, Jack, and that
’
s final
”
Sirens, on the TV, as the police move in. But wasn
’
t that the channel with the love story? Ambulance maybe. Get this over with so she can at least catch the news.
“
Get those wet pajamas off, Jimmy, and I
’
ll find clean ones. Maybe you better get in the tub, too.
”
“
I think something
’
s wrong with the baby,
”
he says.
“
It
’
s down in the water and it
’
s not swimming or anything.
”

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She
’
s staring up at them from the rug. They slap her. Nothing happens.
“
You just tilted her, man!
”
Mark says softly.
“
We gotta get outa here!
”
Two little kids are standing wide-eyed in the doorway. Mark looks hard at Jack.
“
No, Mark, they
’
re just little kids...
!
”
“
We gotta, man, or we
’
re dead.
”

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“
Dolly! My God! Dolly, I can explain!
”
She glowers down at them, her ripped girdle around her ankles.
“
What the four of you are doing in the bathtub with
my
babysitter?
”
she says sourly.
“
I can hardly wait!
”

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Police sirens wail, lights flash.
“I
heard the scream!
”
somebody shouts. There were two boys!
”
“
I saw a man!
”
“
She was running with
the
baby!
”
“
My God!
”
somebody screams,
“
they
’
re
all
dead!
”
Crowds come running. Spotlights probe the bushes.

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“
Harry, where the hell you been?
”
his wife whines, glaring blearily up at him from the carpet.
“
I can explain,
”
he says.
“
Hey, whatsamatt
e
r, Harry?
”
his host asks, smeared with butter for some goddamn reason.
“
You look like you just seen a ghost!
”
Where did he leave his drink? Everybody
’
s laughing, everybody except Dolly, whose cheeks are streaked with tears.
“
Hey, Harry, you won
’
t let them take me to a rest home, will you, Harry?
”