trunk and pulled out a leather suitcase. Though Michael had wondered about it in their first hundred miles, the idea came to him now with some alarm: he had no extra clothes. He had no toothbrush, no pajamas to sleep in, no change of underwear or socks. As he got out, he said, âI donât have any luggage.â
James Colvert smiled. âWell, thatâs a temporary problem,â he said. âNothing we canât fix. I did pick up an extra toothbrush for you, and tomorrow, when we get to where weâre going, I know a department store where we can pick up what youâll need.â He held the plastic key in the light of the sign. âRoom seven.â
They followed a pathway made of smoothed stones, and when he got the door open, James Colvert reached for a switch on the wall and, not finding one, crept to the shadowy outline of a lamp on a desk. A dim, orange light revealed two small beds with brown bedspreads and a painting between them of Indians on their horses, one with his tomahawk raised over his head. James Colvert put his suitcase down and closed the door. âWell, itâs not the Taj Mahal, but it will do,â he said. All these hours later, his voice still wasnât entirely familiar to Michael.
James Colvert flipped open his suitcase and retrieved a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush still in its clear packaging. âThatâs for you,â he said.
Michael took it in his hand and contemplated its particular shade of green. âThank you.â He brushed with more effort than he could usually summon, since he didnât want to appear ungrateful, and spit with a fierceness that surprised him. He sat on the corner of the other bed with more uncertainty than he had felt all day.
âWell, go ahead and hit the hay,â James Colvert said. âYouâre not used to being up this late, I guess.â
âSometimes,â Michael said, but he didnât find the convincing note he had intended.
He then unbuttoned his pants, suddenly self-conscious, and slipped off his socks, placing them neatly on top. He got under the rough sheet and blanket and turned to face the wall, studying the lines in the wooden slats. He knew it would be long after the lights were turned off before he fell asleep.
Delaware
E dwin was giving Ted and Georgia a tour of the pool. Ted had been a friend of Edwin and Lollyâs for five years, from when they lived in the same apartment complex. When they first met, Ted was married to a Chinese student named Mai; three years later they had an infant daughter named Ling-lee. This was during Tedâs âdays of haze,â as he called them now, when he was often drunk or stoned. Ted was generally a happy drunk, but when he passed out, he slept through the better part of the next day. When the baby was asleep, Mai berated him for the groceries he had forgotten to pick up, the soiled diaper he hadnât detected, the money heâd squandered, the nights he had failed to come home. A week after Ling-leeâs second birthday, Mai moved back to China with her.
Edwin and Lolly didnât know Georgia as well, and Georgiaâs beautyâshe had once worked in the Chicago Playboy Club as a cocktail waitressâmade Lolly feel more reserved. Georgia had been seeing Ted for nearly six months; she worked as a beautician and was ten years younger than the rest of them, though she looked even younger.
Edwin stood up on the last step of the ladder and narrated how he had put it all together. âAnd you, my fine friends, have the honor of helping us break it in.â
âGroovy,â Ted said. He wore a T-shirt with a cobra sprung to life over snug-fitting jean cutoffs, with a red bandanna around his neck. His curly hair piled upward, and since growing out his sideburns, he liked to run his fingers down the length of them when he spoke. Georgia wore flip-flops underneath her red-painted toes and a tie-dyed T-shirt that she had
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