“It was an accident,” he hollers in Sam’s face.
“Go throw some water on your face,” Sam says.
Kathy is wiping pizza off Mary’s shirt. The pizza sticks to Kathy’s hands, cold and greasy.
“Give her a towel,” Sam says to Beverly.
“Never mind,” Mary says, “I’m going.”
“Let me get it,” Kathy says.
One of the other boys is handing Kathy napkins.
“It’s not doing any good,” Mary says. “I can feel it through my shirt.”
“I’ll give you a ride home,” the boy says.
“It’s got to come off,” Mary says. “She’ll find out I was here.”
“So what? You can’t smell anything on you.”
“I’m just not supposed to be here,” Mary says.
“Okay. I got an idea.”
Mary and Kathy leave Sam’s with the two boys. All four are in the front seat. Sam has come out; he is still trying to give them a towel. Mary thanks Sam and takes it. She puts it in her blouse so she can’t feel the cold pizza against her chest. They are going down a narrow road. The car windows are rolled up because it has started to get cold at night. Nobody talks until they turn into a driveway.
“Go wash your blouse in the bathroom. We can iron it dry.”
“Where are we?”
“My parents’ house.”
“Well, where are they?”
“Out.”
They are going up the front walk. Mary even has pizza in her hair. Everything is sticky. Kathy laughs at her.
“Thanks a lot,” Mary says.
“It’ll come off,” Kathy says.
The boy turns on a light. His friend sits down in the living room. A white cat rubs against his legs, rolls on its back and grabs his pants leg. The boy shakes his leg.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“Over here.”
Mary and Kathy are in the bathroom. Running water in the sink. Mary starts combing her hair, but it is matted. She scoops some water out of the sink and wets it. She wets it again, then reaches for a comb on the windowsill. She yanks a little and the comb goes through her hair. She pushes her hair behind her ears. Kathy has her blouse. She is dipping it in the water. She soaps it, kneading the material into a tight ball. Mary dries her chest with a towel. It leaves pink stains on the towel. She refolds the towel so the stains are on the inside, and hangs it up again. Kathy is running fresh water in the sink. Someone is knocking on the door. Kathy opens it! Mary steps in back of Kathy.
“Here,” the boy says. He has opened two bottles of beer.
Kathy’s hands are wet and soapy. Mary stands in back of Kathy.
He puts the bottles down. “I’m going to get you the iron,” he says.
Kathy and Mary go out of the bathroom. Mary has a towel around her.
“I’ll do it,” Kathy says.
Mary is left standing next to the boy. She stands there a minute, then goes back into the bathroom and gets the bottles of beer the boy left on the windowsill. She leans against the wall and drinks some beer.
“It came out pretty good,” Kathy says. “It’s awfully wet to iron.”
Kathy takes a sip of beer.
“I was gonna ask you to dance,” the boy says to Mary, “before you got all that crap on you.”
“We dance all the time.”
“I’ll give you two dollars if you’ll dance now.”
Mary considers. “What records have you got?”
“Without records.”
“All right,” she says. “Come on.”
“Without me.”
“Just dance by myself?”
He nods. Kathy laughs.
Mary shrugs. She turns toward the boy and starts dancing. Her wet hair swings in front of her face. The other boy has left the living room. He is stroking the cat in his arms, watching. Kathy has stopped ironing and is watching too.
“Are you going to give me two dollars to dance?” Kathy asks the other boy.
He shakes his head. His friend grabs the front of Mary’s towel and pulls.
*
Edna pulls the cord. The engine starts. She rides her Arctic Cat over the grave in the snow. Edna goes to the store early, before the customers arrive. She turns on the television and the radio. There is no picture on the television, only bright streaks rolling down the picture tube. She turns up the volume on the radio. It has been so quiet at home since she died. Marshall and George and Anna speak in whispers. It is so quiet you can hear the snow in the wind. She sits in the chair and shakes the radio, then throws it hard against the door of the shop. The television pushes over easily. It is snowing hard — there will be a lot of people on the weekend, but unless the snow lets up, few people will come into the shop today. The broken glass is only in back of the counter. No danger to the customers.
*
“It’s not going away.”
Beverly is talking to George in a bar in New York.
“You’re very pale,” George says. “Do you feel any better?”
Didn’t he hear her? Maybe she didn’t say anything. It hurts to talk. She feels drowsy, but at the same time she is in pain. Her hands are on her ribs. No — his hands are on her ribs.
“Let me get a cab outside. Did this just happen suddenly?”
He nods. She must be answering him. Suddenly there is no more pain. She is talking to more than one man, several men, or a nurse and a man, in a hospital. Then there is pain again. She is on a bed. The man is not with her any more. The doctor sees her looking around.
“Your husband is in the waiting room. He has your things.”
“He comes to New York. He’s my lover. Someone else’s husband.”
New York was a crazy idea. Seeing George in New York was a crazy idea. The pain has come back; it makes her feel like she’s going crazy. The doctor is still talking. She is having trouble hearing. They have given her an injection. His hand is out to pay the cab driver. His hand is out putting a needle in her arm. The nurse’s hand is on top of her hand. They are holding hands in a bar. Someone’s hands are on her ribs. Someone’s hands remove her appendix.
*
He takes them out carefully, throwing the crumbs low so the wind doesn’t take them away after he crumbles the bread in his hand. Edna watches. He is so methodical, so thorough. She imagines that just for him there will be one bird that otherwise might have starved that will find these breadcrumbs. But the sky is empty, except for snow.
“There aren’t any birds, Marshall.”
“There are animals.”
“I’m surprised you don’t scatter vitamin pills in the snow.”
Edna’s helmet sparkles. Marshall has scattered all the crumbs. He looks satisfied. Usually she tries to disturb him when he looks satisfied. She laughed at his vitamin pills when he first took them. She decides that, yes, there will be one bird — just as God punished her with a cold because she ridiculed Marshall’s vitamin pills. Marshall does not seem to notice when she tries to disturb him. The only way she can disturb him is by being a martyr about his mother, and even then Marshall can offer no response: Edna is with the old lady all day; Edna drives her to doctors; Edna sits up with her at night when Marshall is asleep. They both know that she is dying. Edna sits on her snowmobile and watches. He has carefully put the empty bread bag in his pocket.
“Want to go back?” Marshall asks.
There is snow all over Marshall’s coat and hair.
“You told her we’d be right back,” Edna says.
She is cold and doesn’t want to ride any more. But Marshall understands something else. There is nothing he can say.
*
Mary picks up the phone, but the boy doesn’t say anything. He can see her at Sam’s — he doesn’t have to ask her to the dance.
*
“I don’t know what to say, Marshall. You don’t think it was deliberate, do you? I thought he came back in when I was holding the door open. I thought I saw him.”