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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

“A Town Called Disdain”, Episode 20: Enid’s joint

In our previous episode, Harvey, just back from the army, hooked up with his old pal Tip Bullock and had dinner at Harvey’s mom’s place.

Then they got high and headed over to Enid’s Café.


The time of the season is September, 1969, and Zager and Evans’s “In the Year 2525” plays on the jukebox...

(Go here to review our previous thrilling chapter; the idly curious may go here to return to Episode One of
Larry Winchester's A Town Called Disdain, an American International Production.)


They were lucky and one of the two pool tables was free. They got a couple of Dr. Peppers off José at the counter and Harvey said hi to the guys and chicks there, who were pretty much the same guys and chicks who had been there the last time he’d been in here, two years ago.

They racked up their balls and Enid came out from the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.

She grabbed Harvey’s ass as he was leaning over getting ready to break.

“Hey there, big boy."

“Hiya, Miss Enid.”

Enid was about thirty-five, a tall strong voluptuous woman who had inherited the coffee shop and ran it to support herself while she made sculptures out of great big rocks she found out in the desert and the hills and hauled back in her ‘54 Dodge flatbed truck with the tommy-lift.

Harvey broke, and all the balls stayed on the felt but none of them went down any holes. He straightened up and Enid ran her hand along the short hairs at the back of his neck.

“All grown up, huh, Harvey?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How’d you like the army?”

“The army sucked.”

“Four ball,” said Tip.

“How about Vietnam?” said Enid.

“Vietnam really sucked. Fuckin’ hot and humid, and it smells like shit. Good shot, Tip.” Tip had just sunk the four. “Oh, yeah,” said Harvey, “and there’s a war goin’ on. But fortunately I spent most of my time at a rear echelon gig just fuckin’ off all day.”

She smiled.

“Six ball,” said Tip.

“So what’d you do with all your time if you were fuckin’ off? Chase those cute little Vietnamese girls?”

“Mostly I read a lot of books. Nice, shot, dude.”

Tip had plopped the six-ball in.

“Books?” said Enid. “What’s your favorite book?”

Molloy, by Samuel Beckett.”

“Crazy. Listen, Harve, you ever want to come around and just talk about books, or borrow some, well -- you know --”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll do that.”

Enid was the only person in town who had ever gone to college or who had ever read a book more complicated than a Harold Robbins.

Tip missed his next shot, and Harvey stared at the table. He was pretty fucking stoned is what he was.

“Odds or evens I got?”

“Odds, Harve.”

“Okay. That one there, in the corner.”

He took aim and shot and missed.

“Shit.”

“So what’s your plans, Harve?” said Enid.

Harvey straightened up and looked at her.

There was a long pause while he tried to think of an answer and then she just smiled and ran her finger along his cheek.

“How about stayin’ out of trouble?” she said.

“Yeah,” said Harvey. “That’d be nice.”

"Ten ball,” said Tip, and he sunk it.

“What was up with you shootin’ Bull Thorndyke?”

That seemed like a year ago.

“That was self-defense, Miss Enid.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was. And what was up with that motorcycle guy got killed?”

“That was this Mr. Smith killed him. That was self-defense too.”

“Number twelve ball,” said Tip, and he pocketed that motherfucker too.

“Lot of people gettin’ killed around here,” said Enid.

“Lot of assholes around here,” said Tip.

The door of the café opened and the clean-cut nice young couple who had asked about the motel came in.



Later Tip and Harvey sat crosslegged on the hood of the car up on a mesa looking out at the desert and the little dark line of mountains beyond and up at the stars, and they smoked another doobie and talked.

It was up here they had watched that secret H-bomb test when they were kids; secret, but the government had told everybody in town to stay inside, and Harvey and Tip had sat here with their sunglasses on and flash it was like a sun exploding out in the desert, and they saw the flash getting bigger and bigger and then the cloud rising up all churning and climbing with fire all up in it and then this long scary deep rumble that got louder and louder until it got right in your bones, and then it got dark all around and the explosion cloud kept churning up higher and bigger with the fire all in it ten thousand different colors, and then came this warm electric-smelling wind blowing hot dust all over and around them and they could taste the warm lead in the fillings in their teeth.

That test had caused half the people on the desert side of the hills outside the town to get sick and had killed off most of the livestock and vegetation in the area. Every household in the neighborhood got a five thousand dollar check to keep quiet about it in the interests of national security. One rancher had threatened to sue the government and go to the newspapers, but he got a visit from a skinny naval officer in a big black Cadillac, and after that the rancher changed his mind. He sold his ranch to the government and moved himself and his family, supposedly to Mexico.

Tip and Harvey sat there and watched the furry black tumbleweeds skipping by way down there in the desert, and every once in a while they’d see the lights of a plane or a squadron of planes go by, and sometimes they could hear them but other times they couldn’t hear a thing, just the howling of a coyote, and the wind.

They laid back against the windshield with their hands behinds their heads and looked up and saw all the stars and the blinking satellites, and every once in a while a star shot out from the rest and then disappeared.


(Continued here.)

3 comments:

Unknown said...

The whole thing is astonishing. And isn't that "nice young couple" a huge red flag? As if the place didn't have enough trouble.
The U.S. government has meted out such shameless villainy for so long--when will people admit: we're way past due to start over.

Dan Leo said...

Beware of nice young couples!

Peter Greene said...

wow, beautiful. I love nuclear tests.