at noon, horny as a toad, because, he said, heâd been thinking about her all morning when he was supposed to be thinking about the function of the oboe as a displaced phallus in the symphony. Suddenly it would occur to him that his oboe was displaced, and heâd rush home, swept by a large yearning for sexual shelter, to stick it where it belonged, but then heâd rush back to Columbia, and Gus was left in the empty apartment to make up the bed for the second time of the day. She decided she needed a job. He turned as black as his briefcase with anger when she told him.
âWe could use the money,â she said. All they had was his fellowship and some money she had saved from her allowance, which she no longer received.
âWe have plenty of money.â In fact, the fellowship barely covered his tuition and the rent, and now there were her lessons with Julie Baker, and foodâalthough he wondered how food could cost so much, when it seemed to him that he never got any to eatâand bills for this and that, of which there seemed to be double now that he was married. He owed the telephone company three hundred dollars but they would never get him for that since he had installed a phone in Gusâs name. So far as the telephone company was concerned, Norman Gold had vanished. They were getting by; how could Gus call him a failure like this? âYou donât need to work,â he said.
âBut Iâm lonely!â
âThat is a hell of a thing to say to me,â he said.
âI donât see why I canât say it. Iâll get a job, and that will solve everything. It will kill two birds with one stone.â She looked at Tweetie guiltily.
âI donât want you to work. Youâre supposed to play the flute.â
âAnd why should I play the flute? For whom am I going to play it? Letâs be rational,â she said, âthe way youâre always telling me to be. Do I have a concert to give? No. Do I have a record to make? No. Maybe you would like to hire a hall for me so I can make a debut.â
Norman didnât answer at first, and Gus told herself that she shouldnât have said that. She couldnât ask him to be somebody he wasnâtâhe was a theoretician, not a performer. What did he know about things like concert halls?
âOkay,â he said, abruptly. âYou get your program in shape. Iâll pay for it.â
âWhat are you talking about? We donât have the money for something like that. I donât mind, Norman! I really donât.â She was frightened by the dark color of his face, the tension in his neck, the stoniness of his features. âI knew before we got married that I wasnât going to get to make a debut.â
âI didnât marry you so you could give up your career.â
âI donât want you to ask your father.â She was looking at him closely, trying to determine if that was what he had in mind.
âI wonât ask him,â Norman said, not meeting her eyes.
âAre you thinking of getting a job?â It was the first time it had ever occurred to her that Norman might go to work. It had not yet occurred to him.
âDonât worry about it,â he said.
She didnât. The fight was over, and Gus wasnât one for rehashing arguments. If Norman said she could give a debut recital, that was good enough for her. It was so simple! Why hadnât she ever asked him before? She would tell her motherâall she had ever had to do was ask . Norman wouldnât let her down!
Being married was not, after all, so very different from being engaged: Gus thought this with a buoyant sensation of relief, with a feeling of jettisoning darker, heavier freight. At night, in bed, she kissed Normanâs reluctant mouth in the blue and white light from the stars and street lamps. It was cold in the room, but it was warm under the quilted comforter.
Norman capitulated, but
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