"I'm tense again," she said.
We went back to the bedroom and I showed my gratitude for as hard and long as I could. It was still a hands-and-mouth-below-the-neck proposition, but we all have our hangups, and it was certainly wild and interesting country. Afterward, she broiled lamb chops and I tossed a salad. Later, we drank coffee and smoked some small black cigars she had. It was dark by then and the rain had stopped.
Suddenly, she placed her cigar in the ashtray and rose.
"I'm going back to the bathroom, for a time," she said, and she did.
She'd been in there several minutes with the water running when the telephone rang. I didn't know what to do. It could be a boyfriend, a husband, someone who wouldn't like my voice.
"Hello?" There was the crackle of long distance and bad connection. "Hello?" I repeated, after several seconds.
"Em ...? Is Em ... there ...?" said a man's voice, sounding as through a seashell. "Who is ... this ...?"
"Jess," I said, "Smithson. I'm renting this place for a week. It belongs to some lady. I don't know her name."
"Tell her ... Percy's ... called."
"I don't know that I'll see her. But is there any message?"
"Just that ... I'll be ... coming."
There was a click, and the echoes went away.
I went to the bathroom door and knocked gently.
"You had a phone call," I said. The water stopped running.
"What?"
At that moment, the doorbell rang. I rushed to the kitchen window and looked out. I couldn't see who was there, but there was a car parked up the street and it was blue.
I returned to the bathroom door.
"They're here," I said.
"Go to the bedroom," she said. "Get in the closet. Don't come out until I tell you."
"What are you going to do?" The doorbell rang again.
"Do it!"
So I did. She seemed to have something in mind and I didn't.
Among garments in the darkness, I listened. Her voice and a harsh masculine one. They talked for about half a minute. It sounded as if he had come in. Suddenly there was a scream – his - cut short in a matter of seconds, followed by a crash.
I was out of the closet and heading for the bedroom door.
"Stay in there." Her voice came steady. "Until I tell you to come out."
I backed up, almost against my will. There was a lot of authority in her voice.
"Okay," she said, a little later. "Come out, and bring my raincoat." I returned to the closet.
When I entered the living room, there was a still figure on the floor beside her. It was covered by the serape. She wore nothing but a towel about her head and the glasses. She took the coat and pulled it on.
"You'd said 'they.' How many are there?" she asked.
"There were two. I thought I'd left them in Atlanta."
"There's a car out there?"
"Yes."
"Would the other one be in it, or out prowling around?"
"Probably prowling."
"Go back to your closet."
"Now wait a minute! I'm not going to have a woman ..."
"Do it!"
Again that compulsion as she glared at me, and a return of that strange tingling along my spine. I did as she told me.
I heard her go out. After maybe five minutes, I left the closet and returned to the front room. I raised the serape for a look.
Another five minutes, perhaps, and she returned. I was smoking one of her cigars and had a drink in my hand.
"Make mine wine," she said. "The other one ...?"
"... will not bother you."
"What did you do to them?"
"Don't ask me. I did you a favor, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"Get me a glass of wine."
I went and poured it. I took it to her.
"If we take them down to the dock ... Your friend won't mind losing some dead weight at sea, will he?" she asked.
"No."
She took a large swallow.
"I'll finish in the bathroom now," she said, "and then we'll get them into the car. We may have to hang around awhile before we can unload them."
"Yes."
Later, after I had disposed of the blue Fury, we got them into her car and she drove slowly to the place I told her. It was after midnight before we were able to unload them and stow them on the boat.
I turned toward her then, in the shadow of a piling.
"You've been very good to me," I said. She smiled.
"You made it worth a little effort," she said. "You up to another?"
"Right here?"
She laughed and opened her coat. She hadn't bothered dressing.
"Where else?"
I was up to it. As I held her, I realized that I did not want it to end like this.
"You could come with me," I said. "I'd like it if you would. I'd like to have you around," and I kissed her full on the mouth and held her to me with almost all of my strength. For a moment, it seemed that I felt something wet on her cheek against mine. Then she turned and broke my embrace with a single gesture and pushed me away.
"Go on," she said. "You're not that good. I've got better things to do."
Her scarf seemed to be blowing, though there was no wind. She turned quickly and started back toward the car. I began to follow her.
Her voice became hard again, harder than I'd ever heard it.
"Get aboard that boat now," she said, her back to me. "Do it!"
Again the compulsion, very real this time.
"All right," I said. "Goodbye, and thanks," and then I had to go.
Much later that night, Joe and I pushed the two limestone statues over the side into the Gulf Stream. I leaned on the rail for a long while after that, before I realized I had forgotten to tell her that Percy was coming. Later, the sun rose up at my back, turning the sea to a fleece of gold in the west.