— He writes it and he’s a prominent conductor look, music’s not a business like shoes or…
— No I know, I mean that’s why he’s this here prominent conductor right…? he came hurrying alongside for the brief stretch of sidewalk, — I mean where he makes some money being this conductor so he can go write this here music in his spare time he doesn’t make much off, right?
— I suppose yes now look I’m in a hurry…
— No that’s okay I can take bigger steps it’s just all this here stuff I can’t hardly…
— Well where are you going, where…
— No I’m just walking you home, see I…
— Well you don’t have to it’s practically dark, doesn’t your mother expect you to…
— Her…? the sidewalk ended abruptly — no she comes in all different ow! holy, boy I almost lost my…
— Different what.
— All these different times see she’s like this here nurse could you wait up a second hey? My sneaker… he’d gone down to one knee where a pole of rust bore Doges Promenade in barely discernible letters over the rutted opening in the weeds. — Boy hey did you hear that? that thunder?
— Of course that’s why I…
— No wait I’m coming… he got across the rutted mud, — hey?
— Well what!
— Nothing, I mean what do you want to talk about.
— I don’t want to talk about anything I’m…
— How come. I mean are you thinking of a tune…? he took advantage of the broken remnant of sidewalk to hurry alongside — have you still got that master tunesmith thing I gave you hey?
— Look I’m not trying to write tunes for money, I’m…
— I know, I mean how come you’re writing it.
— It’s just what I have to do! now will you…
— I know, that’s what I mean. How come… the sidewalk remnant was gone and he plunged in behind — hey? I mean when you’re writing this here music do you need to be someplace with a piano or a horn or something? or like can you make it up anyplace. Hey? Mister Bast…?
— What.
— I mean when you make it up right inside your head do you hear it playing like? I mean if I think of some song I can like hear it playing only if you’re making up this here music which nobody ever heard it before do you hear these here instruments playing like tee, boy I’m getting out of breath, like teedle leedle leedle right inside your head then you go write down these little notes? Or, or first do you think of all these little notes which you write them down then when you read them you get to hear…
— Look I can’t stop now to explain it, I’m…
— Okay don’t get mad, I mean I just thought where you’re teaching it and all you’d…
— Well I’m not! I’m not teaching anything, now will you…
— No but how come, you quit hey? I mean how come you, boy I can’t hardly see where wait up hey, Mister Bast? I mean this opera thing which I’m being this here little dwarf in it you’re not teaching that anymore either hey?
— No!
— No but wait, see I thought we’d be…
— What difference is it, you’re just being this here little dwarf in it to get out of gym aren’t you?
— No well sure but I mean what are you going to do now hey…
— I just told you!
— No I know but like you just said you’re not writing these here tunes for money I mean if you quit teaching see all these here business oppor, hey? Where are you wait… he burst from the weeds where another agony of rust signaled ruts running in toward the dark bank of trees — hey? this is where you turn in? I mean just a second I just wanted to…
— Look don’t start to get these papers out again it’s dark! I can’t see them why do you want me to see them anyhow, why do you pick me to…
— No well I just thought maybe we can use each other you know? like I said that time? So I mean where I just gave you this here loan for these tickets I thought…
— All right! I thanked you didn’t I? I’m paying you interest aren’t I? I’ll give it to you as soon as I can turn them in and the school still owes me money for…
— No wait a second, hey? you want me to turn them in for you?
— Fine yes, here, here and look I’ll give you a dollar that should make us about even wait, here’s another one…
— No but see the dollar is…
— All right here! here I still have some nickels from that cafeteria here, now goodnight goodbye!
— No well see we’ll keep that separate because I have to like discount these here tickets, you know?
— No I don’t know! look…
— No but see that’s what you do hey, see because while you’re loaning this here money off me it’s not working for me while I’m waiting to get it back off these here tickets so I mean you just discount it like, you know? I mean like we had where this Mister Y goes in this here bank to loan this four thousand dollars off them for five years see? Only they like loan him five thousand which all he gets is this here four thousand he came for where they’re loaning him this here other thousand to like pay them back this interest for this four thousand ahead of time so I mean he never even sees it, see I mean like he loaned it off them only all they do they just take it out of this one pocket and like put it right back in this here other one I mean that’s what discounting is, see?
— Fine yes look just give them back to me, I’ll…
— No that’s okay hey I’ll do it for you and I mean we’ll make this here discount rate like ten percent okay? Like that makes it easier to figure up where you just move the dot, so that’s…
— Fine yes you move it goodbye, it’s starting to…
— No wait we have to figure it up hey seven, eight…
— There are twelve tickets they cost nine sixty, now goodni…
— Eleven, wait there’s thirteen here so that means like if twelve cost…
— Wait there can’t be, there were twelve of you on the train I bought twelve…
— There’s thirteen go ahead and count them so like if twelve cost nine sixty then one, twelve into nine wait, ninety-six no wait, seven what’s seven twelves wait seven tens is…
— Listen if there are thirteen then thirteen of you went in with Mrs Joubert and only twelve came back out now who…
— Wait eight, eighty cents each right? So eighty move the dot wait, seventy-two plus what am I giving you, plus eight seventy-four…
— Listen! who went in and didn’t come back out, did you…
— Wait nine forty-six right? I mean I can barely see five, six…
— Look we must have lost somebody! Will you…
— And thirty-five, forty-five I can’t hardly see I almost gave you a dime, wait, here’s a penny forty-six, right?
— No listen who went in with you on that field trip and didn’t come back out.
— Who Mrs Joubert?
— No! one of your…
— How do I know hey look out you’re dropping…
— And look what are you giving me this for this money, I just gave you the tickets to turn in didn’t I? You lent me the money to pay for them now turn them in and get it back and if you want me to pay you this int…
— What?
— I said you have the tick…
— No but it’s these two separate deals you know? I mean there’s this here loan which that’s one then there’s this where I bought these here discounted tickets off you so nobody gets screwed hey? Mister Bast? I mean like this here Mister Y which…
— I don’t want to hear about Mister Y! Just, goodbye I’ll…
— I mean there’s no big rush to pay it back okay…? the voice pursued over the high grass — because hey Bast…? its harsh edge followed him down the weeded ruts where the trees closed overhead — didn’t I tell you maybe we can use each other…? He walked faster looking, listening as though something had moved that instant before his look stilled a torn branch, a tire nested with leaves, the porthole ajar in a foundered washing machine then abruptly the car filling the turn as though it had simply chanced upright there, windows framing limbs that might have been caught in some random climax of catastrophe as he passed silent, distinguishable only as movement till the road’s end filled with illumination flinging his shadow suddenly forward in the headlights behind him and, at the gate there, as suddenly gone. He pulled it shut on the stubbled lawn infiltrating the terrace bricks fronting the studio where the screen door shook on the risen wind hung twisted on one hinge. Beyond it the door stood open. Next to it something, the handle of something, a shovel handle now he came closer, protruded through a broken pane, and thunder gently shook the space he left behind to crush glass underfoot, stepping inside. He stopped. Up, through the balcony rail, light cut across the door to the hayloft and was gone. A plate cracked under his step as he drew back and knocked the shovel to the stone floor, and there he crouched, clutching the shovel handle.