“Can we please talk about something else? I thought you liked my brother.”
“I didn’t have anything against your brother, but I don’t want his underwear in my drawer.”
“If you keep driving this fast, you’ll die before it can be removed.”
“Don’t change the subject. The subject is underwear. You can keep it under your pillow if you want, but get it out of my drawer.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don’t feel guilty,” Big Bear says. “Nobody would put up with that.”
In front of their car something hovers in the sky, but it’s too close to be a plane. It’s shapeless, which is funny, because it’s close enough to figure out a shape. A mound. A mound?
“What’s that?” Big Bear asks.
“Maybe we should get the uncomfortable pictures over with, and then we could take a few more by the car, or over there.”
“Oh, cut it out,” Big Bear says. “No nudie shots.”
“I’m a family man, too, Bill. I’d like to just simplify matters and get home to my family. Could you drop your pants?”
“No.”
Estelle is unbuttoning her coat.
“No,” Big Bear says to her, and grabs her hand. She tries to get it away from him.
Estelle is shrugging her dress down, smiling at the spaceman.
The camera clicks.
“How old are your children?” she asks.
“That’s enough!” Big Bear says. “Can we go home?”
“I’d like the others, and then you can go on your way.”
“It’s too God damn cold,” Big Bear says.
“Let’s take them to our place, Bear. We could give them milk and they could take the other pictures.”
“That would be fine,” the spaceman says.
“You’re not invited,” Big Bear says.
“I was just invited.” The spaceman smiles politely. “I’ll get the others.”
“I thought they had to stay with the ship.”
“I’m doing you a favor, Bill. Would you rather stay here longer?”
Big Bear shivers. What if Sammy and David drank the last of the milk.
*
The other spacemen are named Donald and Fred. There is something wrong with Fred; his wrists are bent funny, and his mouth wrinkles when he tries to smile, which is all of the time. “He’s retarded,” Donald says. Good God, Big Bear thinks. Won’t Fred hear Donald?
“We’ve been stuck with him on the last seven missions,” Donald says.
They are walking up Big Bear’s front walk. They are inside the house. The babysitter has gone to sleep in the spare bedroom. She turned off all the lights. Big Bear can’t see. Donald has a flashlight. He turns it on.
“Thanks,” Big Bear says.
He heads for the light switch. Fred, it seems, is not only retarded, but violent. He struggles with Donald and wins. Fred has the flashlight. He pokes it into his mouth. His cheeks light up. No one tries to take the flashlight away from Fred. “I’ve had it up to here with him,” Donald says, but no one tries to get the flashlight. Big Bear has located the light switch, so it’s okay. Sort of okay. Fred’s cheeks are orange.
*
“Did you know that this was called mooning in the sixties? College kids did it.”
The spaceman snaps away. Estelle is making a fool of herself.
*
“What are you going to bring me, Daddy?” the spaceman’s son asks.
“You’re greedy.”
“What are you going to bring me?”
“What do you want?”
“More goldfish.”
“The damn things die. I bring them all the way back and they’re dead in a week.”
“I told you. That’s because I need a real aquarium with a pump and a filter.”
“It’s too much trouble to bring the things back. Isn’t there something else I could bring you?”
“No. I want that.”
“I’ll do it if I have time. You can’t just buy goldfish everywhere.”
“Go where you can get them.”
“This is my mission, kid. Okay?”
“When are you going to take me with you?”
“When you grow up.”
“I am grown up.”
“Grownups don’t want goldfish.”
*
“How did it go in the morgue, Estelle?”
“Fine,” Estelle says.
“Did you cut up dead bodies?”
Estelle comes into the living room. She can hardly wait to see if Big Bear is drunk. Estelle stares at Big Bear, who is reclining in his La-Z-Boy reclining chair. She sees that he is reclining because he is drunk.
“I thought you were going to Pete’s party tonight.”
“We were both going.”
“That’s what I said,” Estelle says.
“But now we’re not both going,” Big Bear grins. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“I know!” Estelle cries. She doubles over, as though somebody just passed her a football.
“Jesus Christ,” Big Bear says. “I didn’t know you wanted to go to Pete’s. I’m not so drunk we can’t go. Stand up, for Christ’s sake. What’s the matter with you, Estelle?”
*
“I hate not to be the perfect host,” Big Bear says to the spacemen. “But tomorrow is another day and …”
They seem not to have understood. If they smoked, Big Bear could empty the ashtrays.
“To be honest with you,” Big Bear says, although none of the spacemen seem interested, “we’ve had a big night and it’s about time for you to go.”
“The disgusting thing,” Donald says. “Blowing bubbles in his milk.”
“We’re all out of milk, now, Bobby. It’s about time for you to go,” Big Bear says.
“I hope he falls over and we can just leave him,” Donald says.
Fred has thrown a glass of milk against the wall. The glass was soft plastic, so it just bounced. The sound wasn’t loud enough to awaken Sammy and David. Estelle finds herself looking on the bright side of the spaceman’s little faux pas.
*
At a gas station in Big Bear City, California, a little boy gets out of his mother’s car to buy a soft drink.
*
Laura takes Big Bear’s coat. She turns to look at Big Bear as he walks away. I hope he picks the hors d’oeuvres that have liver hidden inside them, she thinks.
“Mommy!” the little boy says. “I put the money in and nothing happened.”
“Push the coin release.”
“What’s that?”
“Can I help?” the service attendant asks.
“That’s all right,” the little boy’s mother says. “I’ll take care of it.” She goes to the machine and pushes the coin-release lever. Nothing happens.
*
Lying in a field in Viet Nam, in the second before he dies, Estelle’s brother wonders what will happen to his Peugeot. He wonders why he’s thinking of his Peugeot instead of Estelle or his mother or father. Rather, he starts to wonder, but dies before the thought is fully formulated.
*
“Maybe I could get a picture of the two of you by the door. Could you get together and pretend that you’re going grocery shopping?”
“We don’t have to pretend we’re going grocery shopping. We’ll just stand by the door, as if we’re going out.”
“Pretend you’re going grocery shopping,” the spaceman says.
“We look the same way whether we’re going to the P.T.A. meeting, or going to get groceries, or to visit her parents.”
“Then, just stand by the door as though you were doing one of those things, please, Bill.”
“Wake up, Estelle,” Big Bear says. “Wake up. Come on, Estelle,” Big Bear says. “This is the last picture. Are you going to wake up?”
*
“The machine doesn’t work,” the little boy’s mother says to the service-station attendant. Just one more problem on grocery day in Big Bear City, California.