of one of my sisters and I thought OK, Iâll call home. At least Iâll do that. I stood and had to reach for the table as the room dropped to one side in my head, slowly drifted upright again. I laughed, propping my duffel bag on the seat of the booth. I pointed unsteadily at it. âDonât go away,â I said. âIâll be right back.â
Two men in business suits in the next booth glanced up from their martinis, annoyed. I grinned at them, waved, and turned to make my way down the short hallway to the back of the bar, where a pay phone hung on the wall. I called my parentsâ number, collect.
My father answered, accepted the call. âHey, old man,â he said brightly. âYou just get in?â
âJust got in,â I said, slurring.
âYou all right? Sound a little rough there.â
âWell,â I said, âmatter of fact Iâve had a few drinks.â
âHey, celebrating. Saying goodbye to a few of your buddies?â
âThatâs it exactly, Dad.â
âI remember. Iâve been through it. Feels good, getting out. No doubt about it.â
âYeah. â
âSo you all healed up? Back on your feet?â
âYeah. Good as new.â
âGreat. Thatâs a relief. Really. Your motherâs been worried sick. Ever since we got the news youâd been hurt.â
âGood as new,â I said again. I could see my father on the step stool in the kitchen, beside the counter, beige cardigan hanging open, unlaced tennis shoes.
There was a pause. I waited, my own breathing amplified on the wire. As if I were suddenly alone. The conversation was sobering me.
âSo whatâs the itinerary,â my father went on. âWhen do we see you?â
âWell,â I said, âgetting ready to head out... .â
âWhere are you?â
âSan Francisco.â
âHey, good town to get out in.â
I looked down the hallway to the bar and into the screen of light in the corridor. âYeah,â I said. âSeems like it.â
âSo, anyway?â
âThought Iâd see Grandpa first. On the way and everything.â
My father didnât speak for a moment. âWell, if thatâs what you want.â He hesitated again. âYour motherâll be disappointed. I can tell you that.â
âIâm OK,â I said. âIâm fine.â
âWell, sure, but we want to see youââ
âJust that Earlâs place is right on the way, I can drop in and touch base with him. Just a couple days.â
My father had turned away from the phone as I was speaking to say Heâs home. Heâs in San Francisco. There were remote voices, and my father came back on the line. âTerry just came in. You wanna say hello?â
âDad, listen...just say hello for me, OK?â
âWhat, a few drinks in you, you canât say hello to your sister? Itâs been three years!â
The men in business suits from the booth next to mine came into the hallway, walking straight at me. A wisp of fear started at the base of my spine. The men glared at me, squeezed past into the menâs room. I took a breath.
3
I flew east on a military travel voucher. When the plane came down in St. Louis I went into the airport to eat breakfast at three oâclock in the afternoon. Sitting in front of the second cup of coffee I let the connecting flight time come and go. From where I sat I could look out at the runways, and I thought of traveling on to my grandfatherâs house but felt fine just where I was, between planes, my own purgatory in the middle of America. Somewhere out there and close by, I thought, was the Mississippi. Some of the same water had run past my grandfatherâs house, two hundred yards from my grandfatherâs back door, and I remembered my childhood revelation: the same water, the Ohio joins the Mississippi, together they go to the sea. I was, in the
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