‘ “Look!” she says, pointin to the right. “Do you see it?”
‘I looked, but I didn’t see nothing – only corn. I told her so.
‘ “I’ll show you!” she says, and runs into the corn, Sunday dress and high heels and all. She didn’t even take off that hat with the veil on it.
‘I stood there for a few seconds, sorta stunned. Then I heard her laughin. I heard her laughin in the corn. So I ran in after her, partly to see whatever it was she’d seen, but mostly because of that laugh. I was so randy.
I can’t begin to tell you.
‘I seen her standin way up the row I was in, and then she faded into the next one, still laughin. I started to laugh, too, and went on through myself, not carin that I was bustin down some of Sam Orday’s plants. He’d never miss em, not in all those acres. But when I got through, trailin cornsilk off my shoulders and a green leaf stuck in my tie like some new kind of clip, I stopped laughin in a hurry, because she wasn’t there. Then I heard her on the other side of me. I didn’t have no idea how she could have got back there without me seein her, but she had. So I busted back through just in time to see her runnin into the next row.
‘We played hide n seek for half an hour, I guess, and I couldn’t catch her. All I did was get hotter and randier. I’d think she was a row over, in front of me, but I’d get there and hear her two rows over, behind me. Sometimes I’d see her foot, or her leg, and of course she left tracks in the soft dirt, but they weren’t no good, because they seemed to go every which way at once.
‘Then, just when I was startin to get mad – I’d sweat through my good shirt, my tie was undone, and my shoes was full of dirt – I come through to a row and seen her hat hangin off a corn-plant with the veil flippin in the little breeze that got down there into the corn.
‘ “Come and get me, Dave! ” she calls. I grabbed her hat and busted through to the next row on a slant. She was gone – I could just see the corn waverin where she’d went through – but both her shoes were there. In
the next row I found one of her silk stockins hung over an ear of corn. And still I could hear her laughin.
Over on my blind side, she was, and how the bitch got there, God only knows. Not that it mattered to me by then.
‘I ripped off my tie and tore after her, around and around and dosey-doe, pantin like a stupid dog that don’t know enough to lie still on a hot day. And I’ll tell you somethin – I broke the corn down everywhere I went.
Left a trail of trampled stalks and leaners behind me. But she never busted a one. They’d just waver a bit when she passed, as if there was no more to her than there was to that little summer breeze.
‘I found her dress, her slip, and her garter-belt. Then I found her bra and step-ins. I couldn’t hear her laughin no more. There wasn’t no sound but the corn. I stood there in one of the rows, puffin like a leaky boiler, with all her clothes bundled up against my chest. I could smell her perfume in em, and it was drivin me crazy.
‘ “Where are you?” I yelled, but there wasn’t no answer. Well, I finally lost what little sanity I had left …
and of course, that was just what she wanted. “Where the fuck are you?” I screamed, and her long white arm reached through the corn-plants right beside me and she stroked my neck with one finger. It jumped the shit out of me.
‘ “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “What took you so long? Don’t you want to see it?” She grabbed me and drawed me through the corn, and there she was with her feet planted in the dirt, not a stitch on her, and her eyes as silver as rain on a foggy day.’
2
Dave took a long drink of water, closed his eyes, and went on.
‘We didn’t make love there in the corn – in all the time I knew her, we never made love. But we made somethin. I had Ardelia in just about every way a man can have a woman, and I think I had her in some ways you’d think would be impossible. I can’t remember all the ways, but I can remember her body, how white it was; how her legs looked; how her toes curled and seemed to feel along the shoots of the plants comin out of the dirt; I can remember how she pulled her fingernails back and forth across the skin of my neck and my throat.
‘We went on and on and on. I don’t know how many times, but I know I didn’t never get tired. When we started I felt horny enough to rape the Statue of Liberty, and when we finished I felt the same way. I couldn’t get enough of her. It was like the booze, I guess. Wasn’t any way I could ever get enough of her.
And she knew it, too.
‘But we finally did stop. She put her hands behind her head and wriggled her white shoulders in the black dirt we was layin in and looked up at me with those silvery eyes of hers and she says, “Well, Dave? Are we neighbors yet?”
‘I told her I wanted to go again and she told me not to push my luck. I tried to climb on just the same, and she pushed me off as easy as a mother pushes a baby off n her tit when she don’t want to feed it no more. I tried again and she swiped at my face with her nails and split the skin open in two places. That finally damped my boiler down. She was quick as a cat and twice as strong. When she saw I knew playtime was over, she got dressed and led me out of the corn. I went just as meek as Mary’s little lamb.
‘We walked the rest of the way to her house. Nobody passed us, and that was probably just as well. My clothes were all covered with dirt and cornsilk, my shirttail was out, my tie was stuffed into my back pocket and flappin along behind me like a tail, and every place that the cloth rubbed I felt raw. Her, though – she
looked as smooth and cool as an ice-cream soda in a drugstore glass. Not a hair out of place, not a speck of dirt on her shoes, not a strand of cornsilk on her skirt.
‘We got to the house and while I was lookin it over, tryin to decide how much paint it would take, she brought me a drink in a tall glass. There was a straw in it, and a sprig of mint julep. I thought it was iced tea until I took a sip. It was straight Scotch.
‘ “Jesus!”I says, almost chokin.
“Don’t you want it?” she asks me, smilin in that mockin way she had. “Maybe you’d prefer some iced coffee.”
‘ “Oh, I want it,” I says. But it was more than that. I needed it. I was tryin not to drink in the middle of the day back then, because that’s what alcoholics do. But that was the end of that. For the rest of the time I knew her, I drank pretty near all day, every day. For me, the last two and a half years Ike was President was one long souse.
‘While I was paintin her house – and doin everything she’d let me do to her whenever I could – she was settlin in at the Library. Mr Lavin hired her first crack outta the box, and put her in charge of the Children’s Library. I used to go there every chance I got, which was a lot, since I was self-employed. When Mr Lavin spoke to me about how much time I was spendin there, I promised to paint the whole inside of the Library for free. Then he let me come and go as much as I wanted. Ardelia told me it would work out just that way, and she was right – as usual.
‘I don’t have any connected memories of the time I spent under her spell – and that’s what I was, an enchanted man livin under the spell of a woman who wasn’t really a woman at all. It wasn’t the blackouts that drunks sometimes get; it was wantin to forget things after they were over. So what I have is memories that stand apart from each other but seem to lie in a chain, like those islands in the Pacific Ocean. Archie Pelligos, or whatever they call em.