Sunday, September 5, 2010

“A Town Called Disdain”, Episode 40: examination

(Go here to read our previous chapter; those with an interest in abnormal psychology may click here to return to the beginning.)

A day in September, 1969, some several miles outside of a town called Disdain, in New Mexico, that land of enchantment.

Previously in our saga the young and ethereal Hope was found hysterical and half-dressed on the bed of Dick and Daphne Ridpath, mysterious guests of Hope’s father, the rancher "Big Jake" Johnstone.

The town physician Doc Goldwasser has arrived to take a look at her...

Esmeralda went out and the Doc went over and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Hi, Doctor,” said Hope.

“Hi, Hope.”

The Doc took her wrist and looked at his watch. His watch had stopped. Oh well, her pulse felt pretty normal anyway.

“Doctor, do you believe in incubi and succubi?”

“No,” he said.

He took out his pen light.

“I do,” said Hope.


He held her right eye open and clicked on the light. She had beautiful deep, deep brown eyes. He shone the light in and the light went in forever.

“Last night someone came to me,” she said.


He held her left eye open and shot the light into it, the light that went in and in and got lost in a place farther away than he could ever see.

“No, really,” she said.

She grabbed his thin right wrist in her thinner little hand and she looked into his eyes.

“Stop and listen to me.”

“Okay,” he said.

He clicked off the light and put it away. There was no use examining her. There was nothing wrong with her. Not with her body, anyway.

“I was lying in -- in their bed --”

The doctor nodded and reached into his jacket pocket for his cigarettes.

“I was --”

She stopped.

The Doc shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took out his lighter.

Hope looked away, toward the window whose drawn red velvet curtains revealed the sun pitching down into the mountains and casting what looked like the reflection of the fires of hell across the sky.

The Doc lit his cigarette, clicked the lighter shut and put it back into his jacket pocket.

“You were what, Hope?”

“I was masturbating.”

The Doc swallowed some smoke the wrong way and tried to cover it up with an exaggerated “smoker’s cough”.

“Gotta quit these things,” he said.

“Am I a pervert?” she asked.

“No, Hope. It’s perfectly natural to masturbate. I do it all the time. Or at least I used to do it.”

“It’s not wrong?”

“No, it’s definitely not wrong.”

“The nuns taught me it was a mortal sin.”

“Well, the nuns are full of shit. And I hate to say it, but your father might be right about --”

“My father’s not right about anything,” she said. “He’s the most wrong person I’ve ever met. The only way he could ever be right would be by being so wrong that he would wind up right by accident.”

The Doc took a good drag of the cigarette, let it out slow, coughed lightly.

“All right,” he said. “But the nuns weren’t right, either.”

“That’s what I think too,” she said.

“Oh, well, great. Maybe you’re on the road to --”

“But I was taken last night by an incubus.”


The Doc tapped his cigarette ash into the bedside ashtray that was filled with Hope’s Salems butts.

“That’s what made me have a thing today,” she said. “I -- I was -- you know -- in their bed --”


“And I started to -- you know -- come?”


He tapped his cigarette again, even though there was no ash on it now.

“And then I remembered,” she said. “What I’d forgotten, what he made me forget.”


“The incubus. Who had sex with me last night.”

“Last night.”

“Yes. He came through my window. And he -- but he made me forget it. Until this afternoon. And then I remembered. And that’s why I had a thing.”

The Doc ground out his cigarette.

“Hope, would you mind if I, uh, took a look --”

She looked right at him with those bottomless dark eyes.

“No,” she said.

(To be continued.)


kathleenmaher said...

"...he made me forget it. Until this afternoon. And then I remembered. And that’s why I had a thing.”

I know that feeling. How old is Hope? Did the nuns teach her about incubi and what to do if one came through her window?
She's such a compelling mystery, with her endlessly deep brown eyes.

Dan Leo said...

Hope is seventeen going on eighteen, I think...