Threats (25 page)

“What color was the tie?”

“Yellow, that's the thing. There's an interesting tale about the minds of children.” She had run a divot in the foil with her fingernail, and she went back to trying to grasp the edge with her thumb and forefinger.

“They searched the house,” David said.

She squeezed the plastic juice carton until one section of the foil, weakened from the struggle, lifted from the corner. A dribble of juice leaked into her hand, and she laughed and put her finger into her mouth. “Did they find her?” she asked.

“Franny?”

Bright drops of juice spilled onto the table, and she took her finger from her mouth, bent her head to the table, and held her lips to the drops. She pressed her tongue to the table and slurped the juice. “Your sister,” she said into the table, smacking her lips as if she tasted a delicious dish. “Did they find your sister?”

“That's over, Mom.”

His mother had stopped smacking her lips. She turned her head slightly and rested her left cheek on the wet print her tongue had left. “Things were never quite right,” she said. “It was my fault, with your sister. The doctors gave me pills and I took them.”

“You don't need to say that.”

“Your father and I loved you and we loved your sister, but things were never quite right with her. It was my fault.”

David had a vision of his mother delivering a speech facedown on the table. The speech would be about drug use, and she could tour the state offering it to middle school students. Each school would provide a chair, a table, and a microphone that had a broad enough range of motion to bend and nearly touch the woman's lips, which now repeated the mouth shapes required to create the words “your” and “sister” without sound. On cue with visiting hours ending, the woman in the corner advanced to hook her heavy arms under David's mother's armpits, pulling her gently back into her wheelchair with care, the attendant's eyes blankly suggesting she had done this many times before with many other confused mothers who had all ultimately tried their best to form a family.

At the bus stop outside, David noticed how dry and clean the air felt. The snow had melted, and the landscape featured blooming buds. He found, carved into the bench:

SORRY ABOUT ALL THIS.

 

74.

MARIE HEARD THE CARS PULL UP and saw the officers organize. “The police are here,” she said, watching from her spot at the garage door. The other woman was still stooped over her laundry, folding and unfolding, as she had for the past thirty minutes. The stack of folded clothes was on the floor, which Marie had not ever swept and which was thick with wasp bodies and the webs of spiders. Fifty years of motor oil and dryer lint had layered underneath the bodies. Marie tried to imagine the poured-concrete floor without the mired gunk but could think only of chemicals she might pour onto the floor to try to cut it. An acid, perhaps combined with a few passes from a power washer, though it would require her to move her papers. The thought of all her papers outside in boxes filled her with sadness. The woman had been folding a striped polo shirt for ten minutes and was at that moment tucking the fabric of the sleeves behind the trunk with her fingertips. She leaned forward to examine her angle of attack on the fold. Stooped like that, she looked like a scientist examining a specimen.

“Police are here,” Marie said.

“I'm sure they've got a good reason,” said the woman.

Marie looked back out the door and saw that they were headed toward the house. Chico was among them.

“I should let them in,” Marie said.

“That sounds helpful of you.”

Marie found the keys in the desk drawer and headed for the house. “Helpful of you,” she said to herself as she walked.

 

75.

ON APRIL 11, I was on the North Side when I received a call to assist a detective with a search warrant order. I arrived on the scene to find Detective Chico with Officers Riley and Hanson on the scene. Officer Marks arrived shortly after I did. The home had boards over the windows and seemed abandoned. Detective Chico knocked on the door. There was no response. The process was repeated, and Detective Chico noted that he was concerned for the safety of parties inside the home. Due to departmental lack of funds, a battering ram had not been purchased. Officers Riley and Hanson began to consider entering via the window. At this time, a woman arrived on the scene with a key that unlocked the door. There were no lights on in the house, and the officers deployed their flashlights. There was a strong smell of urine, which the officers noticed and remarked upon. There was broken glass on the kitchen counter. Officer Marks took photographs of each room. The stairs to the basement were deemed impassable by the officers due to a buildup of discarded books, print media, and containers filled with the above, and Detective Chico made a note to call in a secondary crew for further search if necessary. Their flashlights swept the room. The team ascended the stairs and searched the master bedroom, at which point the detective and officers found a dark room full of items such as newspapers, magazines, greeting cards, books without book covers, blank computer paper, empty cardboard boxes, tissue paper, wood shavings, Post-it notes, index cards, receipts, and other materials. On the bed, one individual was found and deemed unresponsive. The individual was positively identified by Detective Chico as David B
. When officers neared, they found that the man was agitated, and his breathing had been hindered. An urn was opened by his side, and it appeared that he had spread its enclosed contents over his body. Paramedics were called. The officers attempted to help Mr. B
remove some of the items from his mouth or pull them from his hands, but he refused their assistance. When they reached for his mouth, he moved his face to the side and became agitated. He would not release the paper in his hands, and he became aggressive, swinging his arms from his position on the bed. Two of the officers caught his arms and held him until the paramedics arrived. Mr. B
was weeping throughout and making a groaning noise during this time. Paramedics arrived and additionally aided in restraining him. When he was restrained, it was revealed that he had been holding in his mouth a balled-up page upon which words were typed. Detective Chico found the page and documented its contents while paramedics attended to Mr. B
.

 

76.

PAPER
SAILBOAT
ON A STILL LAKE MY DEAR CARRY IT AWAY CARRY IT
HURRY
MY DEER IN THE WOODS, I'M
LOST,
I FOUND A NOTE WITH YOUR NAME / I FOUND A PLATE ON THE WATER, A PAPER PLATE ON A STILL LAKE THIS DRAINED
AORTA
FEELS THERE'S NO BRUISE THIS UNBLUSHED BLEMISH THIS MISTAKE THAT
ORBITS
MY BODY MY LOVE DO YOU BELIEVE THE FLOATING ALTAR FINDS A DRAWN PATH, FUTURES
LUSHLY
DESCRIBED WITH A PRACTICED HAND / MY DEAR DARLING HAVE YOU EVER BEEN A LAMB HAVE YOU EVER IN A MOMENT FELT THE NEED TO
ABHOR
THE EARTH FOR IT COMPACTS INTO A NUT WITH EVERY FAILING FOOTFALL AND EACH MIND DIES
SOLITARY
REMEMBER THE TIME WE REMEMBERED, REMEMBER THE STEAMING CRACK IN THE EARTH, REMEMBER
LUST
AND IF YOU DO, REMIND ME / REMEMBER THE
ALTARS
ALL IN WHITE, YOUR HANDS PRESS THE WALL SEARCHING YOUR HANDS OH HEAVENS DO YOU THINK THAT'S OUT THERE DO YOU REMEMBER THE WAY A SWEET MEAT LOOKS AFTER A GOOD
BROIL
WHAT'S IN A FOOT IN THE EARTH WHAT'S PUTTING DOWN ROOTS SWEET
YOUTHS
WHAT'S IN A NAME BUT STICKS AND BRANCHES / AFFIX YOUR BILLOW AND
SAIL
MY LOVE, PUSH FROM THE SHORE, YOUR FEET BARE AS A
SATYR
YOUR FEET UNSHOD, I DO LOVE A GOOD RIDDLE MY LOVE AND YOU WERE THE BEST,
BLOT
YOUR EYES, TAKE MY TISSUE, I HAVE ANOTHER, I HAVE ANOTHER
HOUR
BEFORE YOU FIND ME / OH DEAR SORRY ABOUT THE
BLOAT
SORRY ABOUT THE AFFECTED
AIRS
IN THE END WE'RE ALL HOLDING VEILS WALKING IN A LINE WE'RE
HOLY
VEILS WALKING IN A LINE OF ANTS DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THE
RUST
WAS SO HIGH AROUND OUR EYES, WE THOUGHT WE WOULD BE WET FOREVER / A PAPER
BOATS
ON A STILL LAKE, FLOATING SILENT DOWN THE
RILL,
CATCHING SWEETLY ON SHINING PEBBLE, FLIGHT OF
RAYS
SHINES THE WATER, MAKE THE MISTAKE
THOU
MAKE THE MISTAKE THUS THAT THESE DAYS WILL NEVER EVER, THESE DAYS WILL NEVER / A LONG TIME AGO WHEN I WAS A GIRL AND WE WERE ALL ONCE GIRLS SAYS SCIENCE, LOOK IT UP, IN THE LONG TIME AGO WHEN I WAS ALL ONCE GIRLS IN THE FOREST ONCE I MEAN TO SAY I FOUND AN
ALTAR
THERE IN THE WOODS, A BRANCH COVERING LEFT CAREFULLY, I LOOKED LEFT AND RIGHT AND THEN TUCKED IT BACK AND FOUND A WASHED PAN OF BRICKS AND STONE, OBJECTS ARRANGED AND IN THE CENTER A
BOLUS
OF SWEET SKULL AND TISSUE, AN OWL SAVING A FINE CHEW FOR LATER, THE PERISHED CREATURE PRESENTS ITS
HISTORY
THERE TO FIND OR NOT FIND, FOR US TO THINK OR NOT THINK THAT SOMEDAY WE MIGHT BE SUCH / I SPENT THE DAY INVENTING
ABATTOIRS
FOR INDIVIDUALS WHO ARE TECHNICALLY WELL BUT JUST A LITTLE TIRED OF WAITING TO SEE WHAT'S NEXT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN DO YOU KNOW
HOLY
WAYS TO LOOK AT A BOAT, ANYTHING GAINS SIGNIFICANCE WHEN YOU PUT IT ON AN ALTAR, THAT'S THE THING ABOUT ALTARS, ABOUT THINGS, EVEN A
SLUR
SPARKLES WELL ENOUGH THAT YOUR OWN MOTHER COULD PICK IT UP AND HOLD IT IN HER HANDS, YOUR DEER MOTHER / OH HEAVENS DID I ALREADY APOLOGIZE FOR THE
BLOAT
DID I ALREADY COMB YOUR
HAIR
OH MY SWEET DEAR, WE NEVER DID
TRY
TO HAVE OUR TIME DID WE, OUR
SOULS
WAVE FROM ACROSS THE WATER, THE WAVELESS WATER, BETWEEN US A PAPER BOAT FLOATS BY WHICH I MEAN TO SAY, BY WHICH I STILL MEAN, BY WHICH A STILL LAKE /

 

77.

“SOMETHING has happened.”

They had eaten breakfast together that morning, like any morning, every morning. She ate like a large, hungry bird. Mostly seeds. She looked out the window. On the mornings he asked her what she was looking at, she said she was looking at the world.