“What if it is your cat? Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. I want to know if Mister Tom is happy.”
“He’s happy. He’s got a nice business, this is a good location. He’s doing fine.”
“You don’t believe in reincarnation,” she wails. “You talk to me like I’m a child, instead of the woman you love. You don’t love me. Why did you bring me on this trip?”
He does love her, he reassures her, and sings, “It Had To Be You.”
“But now I’m so sad,” she tells him. “I saw Mister Tom again, and I want him to be with me.”
Gloria makes no sense. He tells her that the motel owner is blissfully happy. He points out that the motel owner is making a lot of money and that he can sit in the sunshine by his pool in the day if he wants. She dries her eyes, wanting to believe him.
*
Gloria has a nightmare and wakes up Hale with her screaming. She saw Blue Boy, and he told her something evil was happening in the world. Under the covers, she shudders. Hale tells her that the air conditioning is blowing right on them and gets out of bed to adjust the flow of air. His legs are shaking.
*
In North Platte, Nebraska, Hale gets a little drunk with Gloria in a bar. She can drink more than he can, because she’s fatter, probably. He tells her about the people who made fun of his name in school, about all the boys who wanted to fight him because of his name, and how he always lost. He is morose. He becomes more morose when she tells him that she agrees with Blue Boy that the world is an evil place. He asks her what she means, exactly, and she can’t say. She just senses something.
*
A panhandler comes up to them at a diner in Fort Defiance, New Mexico. Hale says he has no money. Gloria gives him a dollar. “It was Prince,” she tells Hale, “but I must be brave.”
“It wasn’t Prince,” he says angrily. “It was a Goddamn old bum.”
“I know it was Prince,” she shrieks.
“Okay, okay.” He thinks she might really flip out.
*
Hale thinks about getting away from her, so he won’t have to be responsible for committing her when she flips out. He thinks about ditching her somewhere, but it’s her car, and she might get the police on him. He thinks about calling his parents collect and having them send him enough money to get a plane home. But what is he supposed to do — wait around Fort Defiance, New Mexico? Arizona is only a day away. If she would just be quiet and not fantasize all the time, he could even feel exalted about seeing the Grand Canyon. She has a faraway look on her face that she isn’t willing to talk about When she’s not crying for no reason she’s talking about all the cats and kittens she had not long ago, as though important people were dead. She’s having trouble holding herself together. There are no more songs. She listens to the radio — he guesses she’s listening — and to the songs he likes, because he doesn’t care if he pleases her or not any more.
Riding into Arizona, she says, “Do you think that maybe the reason you want to see the Grand Canyon is because you had something to do with it in your former life?”
“I didn’t have a former life.”
“You don’t remember it,” she says.
“That reincarnation crap is all silly. There’s nothing after death. Nothing happens to change you. You get put in the ground and you rot.”
“I knew you didn’t believe,” she says.
“It’s all a lot of crap.”
“Then how come I can remember being on a big cushion in a cold house somewhere? A castle, maybe.”
“You made it up. It’s all in your head. A story you tell yourself.”
“I remember it,” she says, and looks out the window with that funny expression again.
*
A cat runs in front of the car and Hale hits the brakes. It looked like one of Gloria’s cats, the fat orange one, and Hale knows what he’s in for. Gloria sucks in her breath. “Antonio,” she whispers. “What is he doing on a road out here in the wilderness?”
“Somebody’s pet,” Hale says.
“You almost killed him.”
“It’s okay. I saw it in the rearview mirror.”
“Poor Antonio. He was trying to tell me something.”
“What are you crying about now, for Christ’s sake?”
“He risked his life. There was something he wanted me to know.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake. Somebody’s damn pet.”
“You don’t even like cats, do you?” Gloria asks. She is squinting hard, much harder than the setting sun requires.
“Why should I care about cats?” he says.
“They all died,” she says, as though he’s unbelievably stupid.
“That’s right. They died. They’re gone. They aren’t coming back as motel owners or as messengers in the night, and they aren’t running in front of your car to attract your attention, Gloria.”
“Let me out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I want to get out of the car.”
She has her hand on the door handle. As she turns to lift the lock, Hale reaches around her.
“For Christ’s sake. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Just let me out.”
“I’m not putting you out on some highway in Arizona.”
“Let me out and pick up some pretty hitchhiker. Why don’t you pick up some hitchhiker? You can have my car. Just let me out.”
Hale notices that her body is not as large as it was when they began the trip. But she still seems larger than life, with her wide, big eyes and her big mouth, her lips more prominent because they’re chapped. She’s been biting her lips. If he did let her out, no one would ever pick her up.
“Come on, Gloria. Calm down. In a few minutes we’ll be at the Grand Canyon.”
“You think it’s silly for me to think about my cats, but you don’t think you’re silly to always talk about the Grand Canyon. My sisters’ husbands are all like that. Anything my sisters want is silly. But they’re never silly. At least I’m not married to you.”
Gloria hates him now. But Hale doesn’t hate Gloria. He is so used to her, to this big woman who sits complaining and crying day after day. He almost wishes she could be happy again.
“Just sit still and relax,” Hale says. He is still covering the lock with his hand.
*
Gloria refuses to get out of the car when she has her chance, when it is parked at the Grand Canyon. Like a big, sulking child she sits inside with the doors locked, looking at Hale looking into the Grand Canyon. She has figured out the message the cats meant to give her. She weeps for her cats, her soft little kittens. She also cries a little because for the first two days of the trip she thought she might really be starting to love Hale, that it wouldn’t be just another romance that ended sadly, like all her sisters’ marriages.
Hale knows that he is locked out of the car. He stares into the Grand Canyon knowing that, and stands for a long time thinking before he goes to a refreshment stand. It is a little cooler under the red, white and blue striped awning. He buys two vanilla ice-cream cones and goes back to the car. He taps on the window. She puts down the map she is fanning herself with and rolls it down a crack. “More,” he says. “This is for you.” She rolls down the window enough to take the ice-cream cone from him. The first lick is so cold that she shivers. She wipes her forehead on her arm, shifts in the seat to unstick her legs. He puts his hand through the window and strokes her hair.