Where You Once Belonged(42)

They looked at me once more. “Good night,” I said.

“Good night,” TJ said. He poked at Bobby.

“What?”

“You’re supposed to tell him good night.”

“I don’t even know who he is.”

“Tell him good night anyway.”

“Good night,” Bobby said. Then he walked out of the kitchen and TJ followed him.

“Oh my,” Jessie said. She laughed and made a face. “Such manners.”

“It’s all right. You’ve done a terrific job raising them. They’re good kids.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes. You have a right to be proud of them.”

She reached across the table and touched my hand. “Thank you. You’re a nice man. Did you know that?”

“I’m not so nice.”

“You seem to be.”

Later I stood up and Jessie walked with me to the front door and out onto the porch. We stood looking out across Hawthorne Street toward Harry Smith’s horse pasture. There was a half-moon and you could just make out the shapes of soapweed and sage against the dark native grass.

“Thanks for the coffee,” I said. I started down the steps.

“Pat.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think you’ll be eating at the cafe tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. Probably.”

“Then I probably won’t drive my car to work.”

“Then I probably will drive mine,” I said.

“There,” she said. “You see? You’re not as much out of practice as you thought.”

I laughed. It was the first time I’d laughed in months. “Maybe it’ll all come back to me.”

“I think it will.”

After that it was a wonderful fall and winter. I wasn’t lonely anymore, and I think perhaps they were good weeks and months for Jessie too. After that first evening we saw each other nearly every day. When she had finished work at the Holt Cafe I would drive her home to the apartment, and then while the boys watched TV or did schoolwork we would sit in her kitchen and talk. We talked for hours. I had never talked with anyone as much as I did with her, telling her things I had not told anyone before, things which I hadn’t known I’d thought until I heard myself saying them to her. It was a new experience for both of us to be unguarded with someone, and as the months passed I began to stay at her apartment later into the night, talking and drinking coffee, and then after the boys were in bed and asleep often we would move back to her bedroom. She was a beautiful woman and very warmhearted and generous in bed, and I looked forward to seeing her every day, to talking to her and being with her. I thought about her constantly.

She had Sundays off and during the week we made plans to do something together with the boys. We took drives out into the country, or drove to another town or went to a movie, and if there had been a rain or if the wind had blown hard we hunted arrowheads in the bare fields of the farmers I knew. In the spring TJ and Bobby each found a number of pieces of flint and a few complete points. We ordered books about Plains Indians and about arrowheads and read them together, and one Sunday we spent an afternoon constructing a glass display case to put the points in. The boys lined it with dark velvet. They were pleased with what they had made and I believe they came to think that I was all right too. I certainly thought they were. They were wonderful little boys and I was crazy about their mother.

There was one day in the summer that we drove to Denver. It was a Sunday in August. We left Holt about noon, driving west across the High Plains past fields of wheat stubble and green corn and the dry pastures, and after a while we began to see the mountains rising up toward us, and then in a couple of hours we were in Denver. We wanted to make an afternoon of it, to take the boys to Wet World where there was a water slide, and afterward we planned to eat at Casa Quintana.

It was about two-thirty when we arrived at Wet World on South Colorado Boulevard. We took our swimming suits and went inside. I bought the tickets at the counter and took the boys back to the men’s dressing room while Jessie went to change in the women’s. The boys were bashful getting undressed in front of me; they turned their backs and pulled their suits up and draped towels around their necks. When we were ready we went outside and waited for their mother. Then she came out, and my god she looked lovely. Every time I saw her I felt the same way. She was wearing a two-piece suit, with the towel wrapped around her hips. She was naturally brown-skinned and now late in the summer she was a wonderful dark color.

“Good lord,” I said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.”

“What’s wrong, though?”

“It’s just you. You look beautiful.”

We went back to the water-slide area and climbed the flights of stairs to the top. There was a long line of people waiting to go down. You went down through a tube, through fast twists and swoops, sitting on a piece of plastic with a stream of cold water pushing you and at the bottom you shot out into the swimming pool. As people disappeared, going down, you could hear them screaming and hollering. The line kept moving forward, then it was our turn. “Who wants to go first?” I said.

TJ’s and Bobby’s eyes looked huge. They stood on the platform staring down into the water slide where it made its first turn.