We went out of there, and got a cab, because I was so crippled up, and first we went to the bank, and put the check in, and then we went to a flower shop, and got two big bunches of flowers, and then we went to the funeral of the Greek. It seemed funny he was only dead two days, and they were just burying him. The funeral was at a little Greek church, and a big crowd of people was there, some of them Greeks I had seen out to the place now and then. They gave her a dead pan when we came in, and put her in a seat about three rows from the front. I could see them looking at us, and I wondered what I would do if they tried to pull some rough stuff later. They were his friends, not ours. But pretty soon I saw an afternoon paper being passed around, that had big headlines in it that she was innocent, and an usher took a look at it, and came running over and moved us up on the front bench. The guy that did the preaching started out with some dirty cracks about how the Greek died, but a guy went up and whispered to him, and pointed at the paper that had got up near the front by that time, and he turned around and said it all over again, without any dirty cracks, and put in about the sorrowing widow and friends, and they all nodded their heads it was O.K. When we went out in the churchyard, where the grave was, a couple of them took her by the arm, and helped her out, and a couple more helped me. I got to blubbering while they were letting him down. Singing those hymns will do it to you every time, and specially when it’s about a guy you like as well as I liked the Greek. At the end they sang some song I had heard him sing a hundred times, and that finished me. It was all I could do to lay our flowers out the way they were supposed to go.
The taxi driver found a guy that would rent us a Ford for $15 a week, and we took it, and started out. She drove. When we got out of the city we passed a house that was being built, and all the way out we talked about how not many of them have gone up lately, but the whole section is going to be built up as soon as things get better. When we got out to the place she let me out, put the car away, and then we went inside. It was all just like we left it, even to the glasses in the sink that we had drunk the wine out of, and the Greek’s guitar, that hadn’t been put away yet because he was so drunk. She put the guitar in the case, and washed the glasses, and then went upstairs. After a minute I went up after her.
She was in their bedroom, sitting by the window, looking out at the road.
“Well?”
She didn’t say anything. I started to leave.
“I didn’t ask you to leave.”
I sat down again. It was a long while before she snapped out of it.
“You turned on me, Frank.”
“No I didn’t. He had me, Cora. I had to sign his paper. If I didn’t, then he would tumble to everything. I didn’t turn on you. I just went along with him, till I could find out where I was at.”
“You turned on me. I could see it in your eye.”
“All right, Cora, I did. I just turned yellow, that’s all. I didn’t want to do it. I tried not to do it. But he beat me down. I cracked up, that’s all.”
“I know.”
“I went through hell about it.”
“And I turned on you, Frank.”
“They made you do it. You didn’t want to. They set a trap for you.”
“I wanted to do it. I hated you then.”
“That’s all right. It was for something I didn’t really do. You know how it was, now.”
“No. I hated you for something you really did.”
“I never hated you, Cora. I hated myself.”
“I don’t hate you now. I hate that Sackett. And Katz. Why couldn’t they leave us alone? Why couldn’t they let us fight it out together? I wouldn’t have minded that. I wouldn’t have minded it even if it meant — you know. We would have had our love. And that’s all we ever had. But the very first time they started their meanness, you turned on me.”
“And you turned on me, don’t forget that.”
“That’s the awful part. I turned on you. We both turned on each other.”
“Well, that makes it even, don’t it?”
“It makes it even, but look at us now. We were up on a mountain. We were up so high, Frank. We had it all, out there, that night. I didn’t know I could feel anything like that. And we kissed and sealed it so it would be there forever, no matter what happened. We had more than any two people in the world. And then we fell down. First you, and then me. Yes, it makes it even. We’re down here together. But we’re not up high any more. Our beautiful mountain is gone.”
“Well what the hell? We’re together, ain’t we?”
“I guess so. But I thought an awful lot, Frank. Last night. About you and me, and the movies, and why I flopped, and the hash house, and the road, and why you like it. We’re just two punks, Frank. God kissed us on the brow that night. He gave us all that two people can ever have. And we just weren’t the kind that could have it. We had all that love, and we just cracked up under it. It’s a big airplane engine, that takes you through the sky, right up to the top of the mountain. But when you put it in a Ford, it just shakes it to pieces. That’s what we are, Frank, a couple of Fords. God is up there laughing at us.”
“The hell he is. Well we’re laughing at him too, aren’t we? He put up a red stop sign for us, and we went past it. And then what? Did we get shoved off the deep end? We did like hell. We got away clean, and got $10,000 for doing the job. So God kissed us on the brow, did he? Then the devil went to bed with us, and believe you me, kid, he sleeps pretty good.”
“Don’t talk that way, Frank.”
“Did we get that ten grand, or didn’t we?”
“I don’t want to think about the ten grand. It’s a lot, but it couldn’t buy our mountain.”
“Mountain, hell, we got the mountain and ten thousand smackers to pile on top of that yet. If you want to go up high, take a look around from that pile.”
“You nut. I wish you could see yourself, yelling with that bandage on your head.”
“You forgot something. We got something to celebrate. We ain’t never had that drunk yet.”
“I wasn’t talking about that kind of a drunk.”
“A drunk’s a drunk. Where’s that liquor I had before I left?”
I went to my room and got the liquor. It was a quart of Bourbon, three quarters full. I went down, got some Coca Cola glasses, and ice cubes, and White Rock, and came back upstairs. She had taken her hat off and let her hair down. I fixed two drinks. They had some White Rock in them, and a couple of pieces of ice, but the rest was out of the bottle.
“Have a drink. You’ll feel better. That’s what Sackett said when he put the spot on me, the louse.”
“My, but that’s strong.”
“You bet it is. Here, you got too many clothes on.”
I pushed her over to the bed. She held on to her glass, and some of it spilled. “The hell with it. Plenty more where that came from.”
I began slipping off her blouse. “Rip me, Frank. Rip me like you did that night.”
I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night.