Nelson was still sleeping at eleven, but Janice was in no hurry for the confrontation1. She sat out on the balcony for a while after Harry2 and Pru and the children went, coming back twice for things they forgot and forgetting two flippers and a bottle of sun lotion3 anyway, and she discovered there is a place, one step to the left of where the Norfolk pine gets in the way, from which you can see a patch, a little squarish sparkling patch between an ornamental4 condo turret5 and a Spanish?tile roof, of blue?green water, of Gulf6. But of course there was no hope of seeing their sail; from this distance it would take a yacht like the one they raced off San Diego this September, the Americans outwitting with a catamaran the New Zealanders in their giant beautiful hopeless boat. Looking from their balcony always a little saddens her, reviving something buried within her, the view they had from their windows in the apartment on Wilbur Street, of all the town, Mt. Judge's slanting7 streets busy and innocent below. Then as now, Harry had gone off, and she was alone with Nelson.
When Nelson finally comes out in his expensive smoky?blue pajamas8 he is surprised and annoyed to find her here, though he does try not to show it. "I thought you'd be with the others. They sure as hell made a racket getting out of here."
"No," she tells her son, "I get enough sun and wanted to spend a little time with you before you rush back."
"That's nice," he says, and goes back into his room, and comes out a minute later wearing his bathrobe, for modesty9 she supposes, with his own mother. You think of all the times you changed their diapers and gave them a bath and then one day you're shut out. It's a summer?weight robe, a mauve paisley, that reminds her of what rich people used to wear in movies when she was a girl. Robes, smoking jackets, top hats and white ties, flowing white gowns if you were Ginger11 Rogers, up to your chin in ostrich12 feathers or was it white fox? Young people now don't have that to live up to, to strive toward, the rock stars just wear dirty blue jeans and even the baseball players, she has noticed looking over Harry's shoulder at the television, don't bother to shave, like the Arab terrorists. When she was a girl nobody had money but people had dreams.
She offers to make Nelson what was once his favorite breakfast, French toast. Those years on Vista13 Crescent before they all got into such trouble she would make a thing of its being Sunday morning with the French toast, before Nelson went off to Sunday school. He had really been such a trusting child, so easy to please, with his little cowlick in his eyebrow14 and his brown eyes shuttling so anxiously between her and Harry.
He says, "No thanks, Mom. Just let me get some coffee and don't hassle me with food. The thought of fried bread full of syrup16 makes me want to barf."
"Your appetite does seem poor lately."
"Whaddeyou want, me to get hog17 fat like Dad? He should lose fifty pounds, it's going to kill him."
"He's too fond of snacky things, that's where he gets the weight. The salt attracts water."
There are tarry dregs left in the Aromaster, enough to fill half a cup. Janice remembers buying that percolator at the K Mart on Route 41 when she and Harry were new down here; she had been drawn18 to the Krups ten?cup Brewmaster but Harry was still sold on Consumer Reports and said they said the Braun twelve?cup Aromaster was better. Nelson makes that face he used to make as a child with cod19?liver oil and pours the eleventh?and?a?half cup down the sink. He sniffs21 prolongedly and picks up the News?Press from the counter under the see?through window. He reads aloud, "City reduces charge against football star. Lake Okeechobee's cure may be hard to swallow," but it is clear to both of them that they must talk really.
Janice says, "You sit in the living room and read the paper a minute while I make a fresh pot of coffee. Would you like the last of those Danish we bought? If you don't your father will eat it."
"No, Mom, like I said. I don't want to eat any junk."
As the water in the percolator comes to a boil, he laughs to himself in the living room. "Get this," he calls, and reads aloud, " `The highly commended head of Cape22 Coral's police narcotics23 team will be fired because of an investigation24 that showed he mishandled nearly one thousand dollars' worth of cocaine25 he borrowed from the Sanibel Police Department. The borrowed cocaine is missing, police say, and has been replaced with a handful of baking soda26 in a department storage box.' " Nelson adds, as if she is too dumb to get the point, "Everybody's snorting and stealing down here, even the head of the narc squad27."
"How about you?" Janice asks.
He thinks she means coffee and says "Sure" and holds out his cup without taking his eyes from the newspaper. "Says here southwestern Florida was the hottest place in the country yesterday."
Janice brings the percolator and sets it on the glass table, on a section of the newspaper she folds over to make an insulating pad. She has a superstitious28 fear of cracking the glass with heat, though Harry laughs at her and says you couldn't crack it with a blowtorch. Men laugh about things like this and electricity but don't always know. Bad things do happen, and then men try to pretend they didn't, or it was some other man's fault. She settles firmly on the fold?out sofa next to the wicker armchair Nelson is in, and spreads her thighs29 to broaden her lap the way she often saw her mother do when she was determined30 to be firm, and tells him, "No, I meant about you and cocaine. What is the story, baby?"
When he looks over at her she is reminded of that frightened sly way he looked that whole summer when he was twelve. Among the things she can never forgive herself for was the way he would come over on his bicycle to Eisenhower Avenue and stand outside Charlie's place hoping to get a glimpse of her, his mother run off with another man. He asks, "Who says there's a story?"
"Your wife says, Nelson. She says you're hooked and you're blowing a lot of money you don't have."
"That crazy lying bitch. You know how she'll say anything to make a dramatic effect. When did she fill you full of this crap?"
"Don't be so rude in your language. A body can see at a glance things aren't right. Teresa let a little out the night before last when you didn't come home till after midnight, and then yesterday we had more chances to talk, while your father was walking ahead with the children."
"Yeah, what's he trying to do, anyway, this great?big?lovable?grandpa routine he's pulling on my kids? He was never that way with me."
"Don't keep changing the subject. Maybe he's trying to make up with them for some of his mistakes with you. Anyway your father's not who concerns me these days. He had a hard time when we were younger giving up his freedom but he seems to be at peace now. Which is what I can't say about you. You're jumpy and rude and your mind isn't on anything that's in this room or has to do with your family. You're thinking of something else every minute and I can only think from what I read and see on television that it's drugs. Pru says it's cocaine, and probably crack now, she believes you've stayed clear of heroin32, though evidently the two go together in something called speedballing."
"You need to inject that, Ma, and I'll never go near a needle. That you can count on. Jesus, you can get AIDS that way."
"Yes, well, AIDS. We all have that to worry us now." She closes her eyes and wordlessly thinks of all the misery33 sex has caused the world, with precious little pleasure in compensation. Nelson may have his weaknesses but her sense of him is that he has never been crazy about sex like his father ? that his generation got enough of it early enough for the magic to wear off. Her poor Harry, until he began to slow down, he hopped34 into bed every night expecting wonders. And maybe she, too, at a time in her life, was as foolish. That time she felt she brought Charlie back from the edge of the grave with it. With sheer love. For a woman it's power, the only power they let you have until recently.
Nelson takes advantage of her silence to marshal an attack. "What if I do do a little toot on the weekends? It's no worse than all that sipping37 you do. Ever since I can remember you've had a little glass next to you in the kitchen or wherever. You know, Mom, alcohol kills, eventually. There are these scientific studies that show coke is much less harmful to the body than booze."
"Well," she says, tugging38 her short khaki skirt down over her thighs, "it may be less harmful but it seems to be a lot more expensive."
"That's because idiotic39 laws make it illegal."
"Yes, that's right ? whatever bad you can say about alcohol at least it's legal. When your granddaddy Springer was young it wasn't and he never developed the taste for it, or he might not have made such a good thing out of his life for us all to enjoy." She sees his lips parting to interrupt and lifts her voice to continue, "And you're a lot like him in a lot of respects, Nelson. You have his nervous energy, you always have to be figuring at something, all the time, and I hate to see that energy of yours wasted on a selfdestructive thing like this." She sees him trying to break in and concludes, "Now, you must tell me about cocaine, Nelson. You must help an old lady understand. What makes it worth it? Pru says your unpaid40 bills are piling way up, so it must be worth quite a lot."
Nelson in exasperation41 slaps his body back into the chair, so that the wicker creaks; she hears something snap. "Mom. I don't want to talk about my private life. I'm thirty?two years old, for Chrissake."
"Even at eighty?two you'll still be my son," she tells him.
He tells her, "You're trying to act and talk like your mother but you and I both know you're not that sharp, you're not that tough." But saying this makes him feel so guilty he looks away, toward the bright breezy Florida day beyond the balcony, with its squeaky birdsong and mufed sounds of golf, the day climbing toward noon and temperatures in the mid31?eighties, the warmest spot in the entire nation. His mother keeps her eyes on his face. In the wash of light his skin looks transparent42, worn thin by unhealth, by unnatural43 consumption. In embarrassment44 he touches his earring45 and smoothes each half of his little muddy mustache with a forefinger46. "It relaxes me," he tells her at last.
Janice waits for more, and prompts, "You don't seem that relaxed." She adds, "You were a tense child, Nelson. You took everything very seriously."
He says rapidly, "How else're you supposed to take it? Like a big joke, like Dad does, as if the fucking world is nothing but a love letter to yours truly?"
"Let's try to keep talking about you, not your father. As you say, I'm a simple woman. Not sharp, not tough. I'm very ignorant about a lot of things. The simplest things about this, like how much it takes and how much it costs. I don't even know how you take it ? up the nose or smoke it or what you put it in to smoke it or any of that. All I know about cocaine is what's on Miami Vice47 and the talk shows and they don't explain very much. It's just not something I ever thought would make a difference in my life."
His embarrassment increases, she sees, as when he was six and sick and she would quiz him about his bowel48 movements. Or once when he was fourteen and she mentioned the stains on his bedsheets. But he wants to talk, she also sees, about these details, to show off the knowledge his manhood has obtained. He sighs in surrender and closes his eyes and says, "It's hard to describe. You know that expression about drunks, `feeling no pain'? After a hit, I feel no pain. I guess that means I feel pain the rest of the time. Everything goes from black and white to color. Everything is more intense, and more hopeful. You see the world the way it was meant to be. You feel powerful." This last confidence is so intimate the boy bats his eyelids49, his lashes50 long as a girl's, and blushes.
Janice feels slightly queasy51, brought this close to the something neutral and undecided in her son's sexual nature ? something scared out of him ? and brings her legs up on the sofa under her, the short skirt hiking up above the knees. Her legs are still firm and trim at fifty?two, her best feature as a girl and woman, her hair having always been skimpy and her breasts small and her face nondescript. She especially loves her legs here in Florida, where they turn brown and compare favorably with those of the other women, who have let themselves get out of shape or never had a shape to start with. These Jewish women tend to have piano legs, and low hips52. Letting her son enjoy her ignorance, Janice asks, "How many of these snorts do you need at a time, to feel the bright colors?"
He laughs, superior. "They're called lines, Mom, if you snort them. You chop up this powder with a razor blade on a mirror usually and make them into lines about an eighth of an inch wide and an inch or two long. You inhale53 them into your nose with a straw or a glass tooter you can buy at these places down in Brewer54 near the bridge. Some of the guys use a rolled?up dollar bill; if say it's a hundred?dollar bill, that's considered cool." He smiles, remembering these crisp, glittering procedures, among friends in their condos and apartments in the high northeastern section of Brewer, backing up to Mt. Judge.
His mother asks, "Does Pru do this with you?"
His face clouds. "She used to, but then stopped when she was pregnant with Roy, and then didn't take it up again. She's become quite rigid55. She says it destroys people."
"Is she right?"
"Some people. But not really. Those people would have gone under to something. Like I say, it's better for you physically56 than alcohol. You can do a line at work quick in the john and nobody can tell the difference, except you feel like Superman. Sell like Superman, too. When you feel irresistible57, you're hard to resist." He laughs again, showing small grayish teeth like hers. His face is small like hers, as if not wanting to put too much up front where the world can damage it. Whereas Harry in his middle age has swelled58, his face a moon above it all. People down here, these smart Jews, like to kid him and take advantage, like the three in that foursome.
She touches her upper lip with her tongue, not certain where to take this interview now. She knows she will not be able to pry59 Nelson this open soon again. He is flying back tomorrow afternoon, to make a New Year's party. She asks, "Do you do crack, too?"
He becomes more guarded. He lights a Camel and throws his head back to drink the last of the coffee. A nerve in his temple is twitching60, under the gray transparent skin. "Crack's just coke that's been freebased for you ? little pebbles61, they call them rock. You smoke them in a kind of pipe, usually." He gestures; smoke loops around his face. "It's a nice quick lift, quicker than snorting. But then you crash quicker. You need more. You get in a run."
"You do this, then. Smoke crack."
"I've been known to. What's the diff? It's handy, it's all over the street these last couple years, it's dirt cheap, what with the competition between the gangs. Fifteen, even ten dollars a rock. They call it candy. Mom, it's no big deal. People your age are superstitious about drugs but it's just a way of relaxing, of getting your kicks. People since they lived in caves have had to have their kicks. Opium62, beer, smack63, pot ? it's all been around for ages. Coke's the cleanest of them all, and the people who use it are successful by and large. It keeps them successful, actually. It keeps them sharp."
Her hand has come to rest on her own bare foot there on the sofa cushion. She gives her toes a squeeze, and spreads them to feel air between. "Well you see how stupid I am," she says. "I thought it was all through the slums and behind most of the crime we read about."
"The papers exaggerate. They exaggerate everything, just to sell papers. The government exaggerates, to keep our minds off what morons64 they are."
She bleakly65 nods. Daddy used to hate it, when people blamed the government. She unfolds first one leg, resting her heel on the round glass table, and then brings the other parallel, so the bare calves66 touch; she arches her brown, tendony insteps as if to invite admiration67. Her legs still look young, and her face never did. She jackknifes her legs down and sets her feet on the rug, all business again. "Let me heat up the coffee. And wouldn't you like to split that stale Danish with me? Just to keep it out ofyour father's stomach?"
"You can have it all," he tells her. "Pru doesn't let me eat junk like that." Janice finds this rude. She's his mother, not Pru. As she stands in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to heat, Nelson calls in to her comfortably, finding another subject, "Here's an off duty assistant fire chief hit a motorcycle with his blinkers and siren on ? probably stoned. And they think it might rain on New Year's."
"We need it," Janice says, returning with the Aromaster and the Danish cut in half on a plate. "I like the weather warm, but this December has been unreal."
"Did you notice in the kitchen what time it was?"
"Getting toward noon, why?"
"I was thinking what a pain in the ass15 it is to have only one car down here. If nobody minds, when they get back, I could run some errands."
"What sort of errands would they be?"
"You know. Stuff at the drugstore. I could do with some Sominex. Roy has a rash from leaving his wet bathing suit on after swimming in all that chlorine; isn't there some ointment68 I could get him?"
"You wouldn't be going back to the people you were with in the fish restaurant the night before last? People who can sell you some lines, or rocks, or whatever you call them?"
"Come on, Mom, don't play detective. You can't grill69 me, I'm an adult. I'm sorry I told you half of what I did."
"You didn't tell me what really interests me, which is how much this habit is costing you."
"Not much, honest. Do you know, computers and cocaine are about the only items in the economy that are coming down in price? In the old days it cost a fortune, nobody but pop musicians could afford it, and now you can get a whole gram for a lousy seventy?five dollars. Of course, you don't know how much it's been cut, but you learn to get a dealer70 you can trust."
"Did you have any this morning? Before you came out ofyour bedroom to face me?"
"Hey, give me a break. I'm trying to be honest, but this is ridiculous."
"I think you did," she says, stubbornly.
He disappoints her by not denying even this. Children, why are they afraid of us? "Maybe a sniff20 of what was left over in the envelope, to get me started. I don't like this idea of Dad taking Judy off on a little sailboat ? he can't sail for shit, and seems sort of dopey anyway these days. He seems depressed71, have you noticed?"
"I can't notice everything at once. What I do notice about you, Nelson, is that you're not at all yourself. You're in what my mother used to call a state. This dealer you trust so much, do you owe him any money? How much?"
"Mom, is that any business of yours?"
He is enjoying this, she sadly perceives; he is glad to have it wormed out of him, and to place his shameful72 burden on her. He shows relief in just the way his voice is loosening, the way his shoulders sag73 in his fancy paisley bathrobe. She tells him, "Your money comes from the lot and the lot's not yours yet; it's mine, mine and your father's."
"Yeah, in a pig's eye it's his."
"How much money, Nelson?"
"There's a credit line I've developed, yeah."
"Why can't you pay your bills? You get forty?five thousand a year, plus the house."
"I know to your way of thinking that's a lot of jack10, but you're
thinking in pre?inflation dollars."
"You say this coke is seventy?five a gram or ten dollars a rock. How many grams or rocks can you use a day? Tell me, honey, because I want to help you."
"You do? What kind of help?"
"I can't say unless I know what kind of trouble you're in."
He hesitates, then states, "I owe maybe twelve grand."
"Oh, my." Janice feels an abyss at her feet; she had envisioned this conversation as confession74 and repentance75 and, at the end, her generous saving offer of a thousand or two. The ease with which he named a much bigger figure indicates a whole new scale of things. "How could you do it, Nelson?" she asks lamely76, limply, all of Bessie Springer's righteous stiffness scared out of her.
Nelson's pale little face, sensing her shock, begins to panic, to get pink. "What's such a big deal? Twelve grand is less than a stripped Camry costs. What do you think your liquor bill runs to a year?"
"Nothing like that. Your father has never been a drinker, though back in the Murkett days he used to try."
"Those Murkett days ? you know what was in them for him, doncha? Getting into Cindy Murkett's pants, that's all he cared about."
Janice stares and almost laughs. How young he is, how long ago that was, and how different from what Nelson thinks. She feels a hollowness spreading inside her. She wishes she had something to sip36, a little orange juice glass of blood?red Campari, not weakened by soda the way the women down here like to have spritzers, for luncheon77 or out by the pool. Her half of the cherryfilled Danish feels heavy on her stomach and now in her nervousness she can't stop picking the sugar icing off Nelson's half. His refusal to eat ? his acting78 so superior to the mild poisons she and Harry like ? is the most annoying thing about him. She tells him, stiffly, "Whatever our bill is, we pay it. We have the money and can afford it." She holds out a hand toward him and twiddles two fingers. "Could I bum79 one cigarette?"
"You don't smoke," he tells her.
"I don't, except when I'm around you and your wife." He shrugs80 and takes his pack of Camels from the table and tosses it toward her. Their complicity is complete now. The lightness of it all ? the cigarette itself, the dry tingling81 in her nostrils82 as she exhales83 ? restores matters to a scale that she can manage. She asks, "What do these men do, these dealers84, when you don't pay?" She could bite her lips ? she has gone over into his territory, where he is an innocent victim.
"Oh," he says, enjoying posing as casually85 brave, shaping the ash of his cigarette on the edge of a lovely Macoma tellin he uses as an ashtray86, "it's mostly talk. They say they'll break your legs. Threaten to kidnap your kids. Maybe that's what makes me so nervous about Judy and Roy. If they threaten you often enough, they have to do something eventually. But, then, they don't like to lose a good customer. It's like the banks. You owe enough, they want to keep you in business."
Janice says, "Nelson. If I gave you the twelve thousand, would you swear off drugs for good?" She strives to make eye contact.
She expects at least an eager vow87 from him to cinch her gift, but the boy has the audacity88, the shamelessness, to sit there and say, without giving her a glance, "I could try, but I can't honestly promise. I've tried before, to please Pru. I love coke, Mom. And it loves me. I can't explain it. It's right for me. It makes me feel right, in a way nothing else does. It's like the bank. You owe enough, they want to keep you in business."
She finds herself crying, without sobs89, just the dry?straw ache in the throat and the wetness on her cheeks, as if a husband were calmly confessing his love for another woman. When she gets her voice together enough to speak she says, clearly enough, "Well then I'd be foolish to contribute to your ruining yourself."
He turns his head and looks her full in the face. "I'll give it up, sure. I was just thinking out loud."
"But, baby, can you?"
"Cinchy. I often go days without a hit. There's no withdrawal90, is one of the beautiful things ? no heaves, no DTs, nothing. It's just a question of making up your mind."
"But is your mind made up? I don't get the feeling it is."
"Sure it is. Like you say, I can't afford it. You and Dad own the lot, and I'm your wage slave."
"That's a way of putting it. Another way might be that we've bent91 Over backwards92 to give you a responsible job, heading things up, without our interference. Your father's very bored down here. Even I'm a little bored."
Nelson takes an abrupt93 new tack35. "Pru's no help, you know," he says.
"She isn't?"
"She thinks I'm a wimp94. She always did. I was the way out of Akron and now she's out. I get none of the things a man's supposed to get from a wife."
"What are those?" Janice is truly interested; she has never heard a man spell them out.
He makes a cross evasive face. "You know ? don't play naive95. Reassurance96. Affection. Make the guy think he's great even if he isn't. "
"I may be naive, Nelson, but aren't there things we can only do for ourselves? Women have their own egos97 to keep up, they have their own problems." She hasn't been attending a weekly women's discussion group down here for nothing. She feels indignant enough, independent enough, to get up and march into the kitchen and open the cabinet doors and pull down the Campari bottle and an orange juice glass. The aqua?enamelled clock on the stove says 12:25. The phone right beside her on the wall rings, startling her so that the bottle jumps in her hand and some of the Campari spills, watery98 red on the Formica counter, like thinned blood.
"Yes . . . yes . . . oh my God. . ." Nelson, sitting in the wicker chair planning his next move and wondering if twelve thou was too little to ask for, it sure as hell is less than he owes, hears his mother's voice make each response with a tightened99 breathless-ness, and sees by her face when she hangs up and hurries toward him that the scale of things has changed; a new order has dawned. His mother's Florida tan has fled, leaving her face a greenish gray. "Nelson," she says, speaking as efficiently100 as a newscaster, "that was Pru. Your father's had a heart attack. They've taken him to the hospital. They're coming right back so I can have the car. No point in your coming, he isn't allowed any visitors except me, and then for only five minutes every hour. He's in intensive care."
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