The next day, Sunday, Amy called Liz.
“Hello,” Liz said.
“This is Sister Purity,” Amy said.
“Oh, hello, Sister.” “I’ve decided to leave the nunnery.”
“Hallelujah!”
“It’s cold and drafty here in the nunnery.” “Not to mention boring,”
Liz said.
‘7What have you got for me that I won’t find boring” “How about Buzz
Klemmet?”
“I don’t know him,” Amy said.
“He’s eighteen, soon nineteen I think. He was in the class ahead of
ours–” “Ah, an older man!” “Bbut he dropped out of school in eleventh
grade. He works at the Arco station on the corner of Main and
Broadway.” “You sure know how to pick them,” Amy said sarcastically.
“He may not sound like much,” Liz said, abut wait till you see him.
He’s a hunk.”
“A hunk of what?” “Pretty muscle.” “Can he speak?” “Just well enough.”
“Can he tie his own shoelaces?” “I’m not sure,” Liz said. “But he
usually wears loafers, so you won’t have to worry about that.” “I hope
you know what you’re doing.” “Trust me,” Liz said. “You’ll love
him.
What night should I set it up for?” “Doesn’t matter,” Amy said. “I
work days.”
“Tomorrow night?” “Fine.” “We’ll double,” Liz said. “Me and Richie,
you and Buzz.” “Where do you want to go?” “How about my place? We’ll
play some records, watch a movie on my folks’ videocassette machine,
roll a few joints. I got some bitchin’ grass that’ll mellow us out
real fast.”
‘7What about your parents?” Amy asked.
“They’re leaving on a two-week vacation today. New Orleans. I’ll have
the house all to myself.”
“They trust you alone there for two weeks?” “They trust me not to burn
the place to the ground,” Liz said.
“And that’s really all they care about. Listen, kid, I’m glad you
finally came to your senses. I was afraid the summer was going to be a
bummer. We’ll sure raise hell now that you’re back in the swing of
things.” “I’m not sure I want to get back in the swing of things, at
least not all the way, if you know what I mean. I want to have some
fun. I want to date. But I don’t think I’m going to screw around
anymore. Not until college is behind me.” “Sure, sure,” Liz said.
“I mean it.” “Take it at your own pace, honey. Anyway, we’ll sure have
some fun with my old man and old lady out of town.” “And the county
fair is next week,” Amy said.
“Hey, yeah! I really get off on smoking some good dope and then
hopping on those thrill rides.” “I suspect you would.” “And did you
ever get high and then go through the funhouse, with all those fake
monsters jumping out at you?”
“Never did,” Amy said.
“It’s hilarious.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” Amy said.
JANET MIDDLEMEIR WAS a safety engineer for the I county. Her job was
to make certain that all public buildings–courthouses, firehouses,
libraries, schools, sheriff’s substations, government-subsidized sports
arenas and stadiums, and so forth– were at all times clean, well
lighted, and safe for both visitors and workers. She was responsible
for the inspection of the structural integrity of those buildings as
well as for the condition and suitability of all machinery and all
major nonmechanical equipment within their walls. Janet was young,
only a few years out of college, only two years on the job, and she was
still as dedicated to her work as she had been when she had first
started, her duties seemed almost holy to her, and the words “public
trustn still held some meaning for her, even if they didn’t mean much
to some of the people with whom she worked in the county and state
bureaucracies. She had not yet been a public employee long enough to
be tainted by the inevitable corrupting influences that were attendant
to any government program. She cred.
On Monday, June 23, when the carnival came to Rockville, Maryland,
Janet Middlemeir presented herself at the office-trailer that provided
working space for Mr. Frederick Frederickson, the silver-haired owner
and operator of Big American Midway Shows. With characteristic
directness and crispness, Janet stated her intention of going through
the lot from one end to the other, until she was fully satisfied that