I served myself a big helping. It was a little too hot to eat, so I sat back peacefully with my drink and put on some music. Not just any music, but “This Must Be the Place,” which I love so much. I closed my eyes. Everything was copacetic. I rang my ice cubes like little bells.
I was so into it that I didn’t hear them come in. I couldn’t have been more relaxed. The house was flooded with the smell of chili. The blow to my arm paralyzed it. The pain made me fall over in my chair. I tried to grab onto the table but all I did was tip over half my plate, falling down on the tile. I thought they must have used a crowbar on me. I yelled. A kick in the stomach took my breath away. I rolled over on my back, drooling. Somehow, through the fog, I managed to see them. There were two of them, a big one and a little one. I didn’t recognize them right away they weren’t in uniform, and I’d long since forgotten the episode.
“Scream again and I’ll cut you into little pieces,” the fat one said.
I tried to get my breath back, but it was like someone had doused me with gasoline. The fat one took his front teeth out of his mouth and held them up in his hand.
“Perhapth you recognithe me better like thith,” he thaid.
I curled up slightly on the linoleum. I couldn’t take it-not this. The fat one was Henry, the one whose big toe I’d shot off, and the little one was my lover boy, the one I’d enchanted, the one who wanted to go away with me. For a second, a vision of myself running across the fields with a purse full of bills passed before my eyes-only now the scene took place in twilight, filmed through a frozen lake. Henry let out a little whine as he put his teeth back in, then he came at me, all red in the face. I got his foot in my head. Had it been twenty years earlier, when men wore heavier shoes, I would have woken up in a hospital. Today my aggressors wore tennis shoes. The shoes had plastic soles on them-I’d seen them on sale at the supermarket-they were worth about the price of a pound of sugar. All Henry did was give me a slight cut on the side of my mouth. He seemed very agitated.
“Shit, I can’t let myself get too worked up,” he complained. “I’ve got to take my time…”
He grabbed the bottle of wine off the table and turned to the kid, who was staring at me.
“Come on, let’s have a drink. Don’t just stand there like a jerk. I told you he wasn’t a woman.”
While they were drinking, I sat up a little. I had practically gotten my wind back, but my arm was useless. There was blood running down my clean T-shirt. Henry emptied his glass, smiling at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m glad to see you’re getting your strength back,” he said. “So we can talk a little.”
That’s when I saw what he had, slipped through his belt suddenly I couldn’t see anything else. With the silencer, it made a hell of a big gun. I knew he had used it to smash my arm. I nearly hiccuped. I felt as if I’d just swallowed a toad. I wished I were invisible. The young man looked like he’d been struck by lightning-he hardly touched his drink. Henry poured himself another. His skin was shiny, like the skin of someone who’s just wolfed down three pepperoni sandwiches and half a dozen beers on a stifling summer night, electricity in the air. He came and stood in front of me.
“So… aren’t you amazed to see me?” he said. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?”
I preferred to look at the floor. He grabbed a handful of my hair.
“I told you you’d signed your death warrant, remember? Thought I was kidding? I never kid.”
He slammed my head into the wall. I heard bells.
“Now,” he went on. “You’re probably thinking, what took me so long to find you? I have other things to do, you know-I only worked on this during weekends.”
He went back and got another drink. On his way, he stuck his finger in the chili.
“Hmmm… delicious,” he said.
The other one hadn’t moved an inch. All he could do was stare at me. Henry shook him a little:
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you waiting for-search the place!”
He didn’t seem to be feeling well. He set his half-full glass on the table and turned to Henry.
“God, are you really sure that’s him…?”
Henry squinted.
“Look, do what I say and don’t get on my nerves-you get me, little pal?”
The little pal nodded and left the kitchen, sighing. He wasn’t the only one who felt like sighing. Henry dragged a chair up next to me and sat down. I think he must have had a thing for grabbing people by the hair. He didn’t stand on ceremony-it was like he was determined to pull it out by the roots. It wouldn’t have surprised me if half of it had stayed in his hand. He leaned toward me. It no longer smelled like chili in the house-it smelled more like hemlock.
“Hey, have you noticed that I walk with a slight limp? You seen that? It’s because I don’t have a big toe anymore, see, it makes me lose my balance…”
He sent his elbow into my nose, thus adding it to the ranks of my useless arm, my split lip, and the huge bump on the back of my head. It was not very late, and he didn’t seem anxious to go home to bed. I wiped at the blood running down my chin. He didn’t let me recover. It wasn’t that I was suffering so much, it’s just that the pain came from all over at once. It was as if I’d been plunged into a bath that was slightly too scalding. I couldn’t analyze the situation coolly. I couldn’t do much of anything.
“Okay, now I’ll let you in on how I found you. Tough luck for you, it was me you were dealing with-I was a cop for six years.”
He let go of my hair to light a cigarette. He’s going to put it out in my ear, I thought. He blew a few smoke rings at me. He looked like he’d just won the lottery, his eyes in the air.
“First, I asked myself why you went out the back way, and why nobody heard the car start. It bugged me. I said to myself, that bitch couldn’t have come here on foot, she must have parked her car far away to keep it from being spotted. You dig how the Wonderboy’s mind works…?”
I nodded. I didn’t want to piss him off. I wanted him to forget about the cigarette. I bitterly regretted having done that to his foot. I regretted that all this had to happen to me on the night I was about to dig into a bowl of chili-a night when life seemed almost gentle. He was not the kind of person I could have asked to let me finish my novel.
“So I took a stroll out in back,” he went on. “Running it through my brain, I climbed up onto the railroad track. And what do you think I saw, buddy boy? THE SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT! Yeah, you got it. And I got to tell you something that was pretty clever. I walked down there tipping my hat to you. My foot hurt, but I had to give you the parking lot!”
He flicked his cigarette butt out the open window, then bent over me, sporting a horrible, sexual grimace. I didn’t deserve a death whose face was so hideous. I was a writer, interested only in Beauty. Henry shook his head slowly.
“I can’t tell you the feeling I had when I came across your little Kleenex tissues. They were all in a bright little pile, calling out to me. I picked them up, but I’d already figured it out. I said to myself, for a broad, he sure has some balls…”
I wished he would talk about something else, that he wouldn’t all of a sudden get obsessed with that part of my anatomy-you never know what goes through the mind of someone like him. I heard the other one pulling drawers out in the apartment. It had taken me a long time to rebuild the pieces of my life-but I’d been sent these two to remind me of the fragility of all things. Did I need to be reminded?
Henry mopped his brow, never taking his eyes off me. The grease came back almost immediately, shining like a quartz field in the moonlight.
“You know what I did next? Well, tough luck again, the supermarket manager is my wife’s cousin, and I never let him forget it-he can’t refuse me anything. So I got the names and addresses of everyone who’d paid by check that day, then went to see them all, one by one, asking if they hadn’t noticed anything fishy in the parking lot the day in question. You bastard, I almost lost you there…Just then we were even-steven… I thrived on it, you know… the chase…”