The Moviegoer - Walker Percy [87]
“We love him too,” says Mathilde with a sob.
“Kiss us first!” cry Donice and Clare from the back seat.
Mathilde sobs in my neck and Thérèse eyes me shrewdly. “Was he anointed?” she asks in her mama-bee drone.
“Yes.”
“Very good.”
Only the two girls are sad, but they are also secretly proud of having caught onto the tragedy.
Donice casts about. “Binx,” he says and then appears to forget. “When Our Lord raises us up on the last day, will Lonnie still be in a wheelchair or will he be like us?”
“He’ll be like you.”
“You mean he’ll be able to ski?” The children cock their heads and listen like old men.
“Yes.”
“Hurray!” cry the twins, but somewhat abstractly and more or less attentive to the sound of their own voices.
“Listen,” I say, laughing at them. “How would you like to go up to Audubon Park and ride the train?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Then wait a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“Binx, we love you too!” cries Donice for the fun of it and leans way out the window. “Will you come to see us?”
“Sure. Now hush up. I want to talk to Kate.”
Kate looks back at the car. “You were very sweet with them.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. Will you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“I’ll be up here all day with Lonnie and the children. Will you go downtown for me and pick up some governments at the office? Your mother has decided again to keep them at home. She thinks that if war comes, her desk is safer than the vault. Will you go?”
“Alone?”
“Yes. You can ride the streetcar down St. Charles. It is nice sitting by an open window.”
“I wouldn’t know what to ask for!”
“You don’t have to. I’ll call Mr. Klostermann and he’ll hand you an envelope. Here’s what you do: take the streetcar, get off at Common, walk right into the office. Mr. Klostermann will give you an envelope—you won’t have to say a word—then catch the streetcar at the same place. It will go on down to Canal and come back up St. Charles.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“Here.”
She considers the quarter in her palm. “Here’s the only thing. It’s not that I’m afraid.” She looks at a cape jasmine sticking through an iron fence. I pick it and give it to her.
“You’re sweet,” says Kate uneasily. “Now tell me ...”
“What?”
“While I am on the streetcar—are you going to be thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
“What if I don’t make it?”
“Get off and walk home.”
“I’ve got to be sure about one thing.”
“What?”
“I’m going to sit next to the window on the Lake side and put the cape jasmine in my lap?”
“That’s right.”
“And you’ll be thinking of me just that way?”
“That’s right.”
“Good-by.”
“Good-by.”
Twenty feet away she turns around.
“Mr. Klostermann?”
“Mr. Klostermann.”
I watch her walk toward St. Charles, cape jasmine held against her cheek, until my brothers and sisters call out behind me.
THE END.
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[1] […]: Unprintable symbols omitted. (Russell)
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