— How do you think she got her Brownie points? If you think…
— No but my suits she, how could you let her just take both my suits and…
— Because you were supposed to go right down and buy them back.
— Buy back my own suits?
— Yes buy back your own suits, who else would buy them. For two dollars each you couldn’t help your own daughter earn six Brownie points? She thought you could go down and buy them right back, was it her fault you went to the hospital instead?
— No but one was, one cost sixty dollars, the gray one with checks and the brown one, the brown one was only a year old, suppose they’ve sold them.
— So don’t tell me tell your daughter, tell her the first time she goes out and shows some initiative that just because you…
— But what am I going to wear!
— I just told you, pull up your underpants and you’d look…
— But even my slacks, there were some blue slacks back here and they…
— Those you could have had for a quarter. So where’s the suit you wore for your joyride, wear that.
— You saw the tear down the front of the pants, and there’s blood down the…
— Then wear Dad’s. He’s not going anyplace.
Doors banged, water flushed, splashed, shook the pipes, desultory notes of the saxophone rode out through the room divider on shifting planes of smoke from the burned toast.
— It’s too big and it smells.
— So roll up the pants and don’t go close to anybody, they’ll think it’s the Duke of Windsor coming back Nora get that wire away from Donny’s juice.
— Nora, that eighty-five cents you said Donny got for the…
— There! my God I told you, well don’t just sit there Nora get Daddy a rag. So now you want Donny’s eighty-five cents?
— No but it’s really…
— Really what. Really the first time he ever Nora not that rag, my God look what you’re doing to the pants, that’s the one you just cleaned the jelly off the floor with. The first time he ever shows some initiative to do something you want to take that away from him too?
— But I don’t even have…
— And just stand still a minute so she can get it off your shoes, my God… through the planes of smoke swirled by his passage toward the source of the sudden spurts of music, an angular catastrophe of liver spots escaping one piece underwear beyond the room divider, and his initials in aluminum carried the door closed behind him like a shot in the back, billowing past the potbellied stove and up the walk trousers hiked high by his free hand in an empty pocket to keep them from dragging which lent him the raffish air of shore leave the morning after, and had even imparted a kind of glazed shine to one shoe where the juice had spilled by the time he rounded a corner to tug at a glass door that never yet had opened out.
— Stick ’em up!
Sling and trousers went in different directions, recovered as the door swung in for him. — Oh Coach, Coach wait…
— What? Who did you… Dan? Why, why Danny, I hardly knew ye.
— Yes I, I was in a…
— In a road crash, we read about it in the newspaper, but come in… and the boy between them bolstered arms and wheeled with a savage stamp of heels, — quick before there’s more killing Dan. Why look at ye, ye’ll have to be put in a bowl to beg.
— No, no I’m all right but I, I thought I was in north seven, that boy’s class is supposed to be in east…
— Been demobbed Dan, make room for the equipment.
— Yes but that’s what I, where is it? all the equipment that was here, the teaching equipment and all the, what’s this? all this?
— Stoves, washing machines, brake linings, hair dryers…
— But what happened to all the equipment that was still…
— Ask the C O Dan, it’s too many for me… and they rounded the corner in full collision, backed against a racked firehose as the shock of bangs lost to the toss of blonde hair receded repeated in the thighs. — Look at that rise and fall, just look at that! they came on up the corridor, — look at that reciprocating beam motion and you can see what got Newcomen started on the steam engine can’t you.
— Well I, I hadn’t thought of…
— Never pictured him with Mrs Newcomen out together dancing cheek to cheek?
— No, I guess I…
— Frightening thing how machinery can give you ideas like that about a simple schoolgirl. Start off with that steady reciprocating movement and the next thing you know you’ve got a bottom, round and droops a little but still good, nothing wrong with it at all. It’s when you add that socalled parallel motion James Watt introduced that you’ve got ass, push pull, push pull, quite an improvement, always sorry I never got a look at Mrs Watt.
— Yes well I, I think I’d…
— It’s rump you want to steer clear of Dan, that sort of mononate you get with a girdle and goodbye nates, goodbye Rock of Ages and goodbye Augustus Montague Toplady, he never would have come out singing if she hadn’t dropped her corset that day back in eighteen thirty-two.
— Yes well I think I’d…
— Rock of ages cleft for me, let me hide my…
— I think I’d better get over to…
— The song is ended but the malady lingers on, we forgot derrière didn’t we, kind of a euphemism? euphuism? You know Mrs Joubert, Dan?
— Well I, yes but not… and he ran up against a shoulder on the turn.
— Trying to see where the horse bit me? Here, come a little closer and…
— No no I, I was just looking at your suit.
— Almost looks like it might have fit me once doesn’t it, if I stand still? kind of slump and drop the crotch?
— Well it, could I ask where you got it?
— I don’t usually give out the name of my tailor Dan, but you look like you need it. There’s a little thrift shop down…
— Yes that, that’s what I…
— I usually go for the Scottish worsteds, but for two dollars… he pinched up a pleat of the nondescript leaning closer, — it keeps me decent. Just between us I needed something in a hurry after a little run in with the local constabulary, I even found a free premium in the back pocket, there. How’s that… he held out a circle squared in foil on the flat of his palm, — not sure I’d trust it though, it looks like the poor bastard sat on it for ten years waiting for the chance that never came. Augustus Toplady waiting for the whalebone curtain to part but it was another hundred years before you could lean out of a tank turret and yell hey Shotsie, you want to sit on my face? Spend any time overseas, Dan?
— No, no but I think I’d better stop in the…
— It’s that hide my face, that’s the part that always got me, you wonder how Mister Toplady stayed out of jail in those days.
— Yes, well I…
— Everybody singing about it you wonder how Mrs Toplady felt Sundays at church don’t you.
— Yes but I, I meant to ask you, was there another suit there at the thrift shop? a brown…
— Tweed, and I came off better than Glancy, I’ll tell you that.
— Glancy?
— He got in there ahead of me and grabbed it, he couldn’t get into it with a shoe horn.
— Oh then he, he didn’t buy it?
— No, he split the seat getting it on so he had to buy it… and paused at the door marked Boys, — you treating?
— Well I, I thought I’d just…
— I’ll join you in a quick one… and that door banged on their entrance and the clatter of a seat behind a door secured further down the line near the mops against whispers escaping top and bottom.
— Shhh, somebody just came in.
— Okay look hey, just piss up to this line here.
— How much.
— A dime?
— It’s a quarter.