What never changed was U-Haul Pyles despising me. Staring me down at practices, lurking around the house making sure I knew my place. I gave as good as I got. I hated him touching our mouth guards, and being the one to tape or ice us if we got hurt. I hated him going with us to Longwood for the playoffs, which is how far we got that year. State semifinals. I got more playing time than Collins, which I felt bad about because it was his last game. He was a junior, quitting school after the season ended due to his girlfriend having a baby. The other teams had the usual things of their
cheerleaders making up special Trailer Trash cheers against us and the fans throwing cow manure on the field, which we were used to, any time we played outside our region. But we kicked ass pretty decently. Semifinals would have been the highlight of my young life, if not for the Hellboy eyes burning me from the sidelines. And then later that night, U-Haul coming around to our motel rooms lecturing us about no partying, like weโre infants, putting Scotch tape on the outside of our doors so he could check in the morning to see if weโd been out. The man could leave a layer of scum on any good thing.
Sometimes heโd make me go with him on nonsense errands, like running over to the machine shop to help him load up the tackle sled they repaired. Asking in front of Coach, so I wouldnโt share my true feelings on where he could put his tackle sled. Sometimes heโd stop by his momโs over at Heeltown, which wasnโt a single-wide but one of those built houses from
the old days, small, front porch with the steps falling apart. So much crap on that porch, my Lord. Sofas and chairs stacked one on top of another,
upside down and sideways. Cats crawling all over and through the piles like
head lice. While U-Haul went in and did whatever he did, I would sit in the car and count the louse cats. As far as going inside, you couldnโt pay me.
Mrs. Pyles would want us to drop her off at Foodland or Walmart. She was heavier set, not a skeleton like him, but had the same red eyes and weird bad manners, old-person version:ย Honey, Iโm just a little old nobody, now scooch โat seat forwards and give me some room. She had a creepy
way of getting intel out of me. On the McCobbs for instance, that were back from Ohio, living in Pennington Gap.ย Honey, is it true what I heert about
her a-pawning off solit gold jewry, ainโt nobody can figure how she come honest by them kind of things.ย I was dumb enough to tell her about Mrs. McCobbโs rich parents spoiling the grandkids, before it dawned on me what she was actually trying to find out: were the McCobbs trading in stolen goods.
Another couple she wanted to discuss was Ms. Annie and Mr.
Armstrong. What made him think he deserved that beautiful woman for his wife.ย Theyโs a world a people a-wondering on that. Why sheโd stoop to lowerinโ herself thataway. โBeautifulโ in this instance meaning white, I wasnโt stupid. Ms. Annie was a tattooed hippie. If sheโd married any other guy in Lee County, theyโd be asking whyย heย had lowered himself. A kid of my raisings is not going to tell an older person flat-out, Lady, get the hell out of my face. But I came close.
Finally one day I told U-Haul that on errands involving his mom, he could count me out. He drilled those red eyes into me and said maybe he wasnโt a Gifted, but he knew things. Who I talked to on the phone. Where I hid my weed. How he knew, I canโt guess. But if I mentioned to Coach about us going to his momโs house, he said, Iโd be looking for a new place to live.
After the season ended, I had time on my hands. The Peggots sometimes would pick me up on a Saturday to go see June and Emmy. No more Kent. That show was over, and according to Emmy not just a breakup but World War III. Kent was a con man, June was a paranoid bitch, take it from there. I hated to think about it, but Maggot wanted details, what weapons were drawn, etc. Probably from living with grandparents he was action-deprived.
This was a Saturday in February, cold as tits, and still the adults sent us
outside to mess around in the woods. Probably so they could have this same conversation inside. We made a pitiful little band: Maggot freezing because
he refused to wear the camo hunting coat the Peggots bought him. Emmy in her puffy coat that was black-and-white-printed like a cow, seriously. We dragged our feet through leaf slop, kicking up the smell of acorns. There
was an old wrecked cabin on the property, logs and a fallen-down chimney but no roof. We would have called it a fort if we were kids, but now it was nothing. A stupid place we were forced to hang out because we couldnโt yet drive.
Emmy said Kent and June didnโt use weapons, just mouths, both parties packing serious heat in that department. Kent was a yeller, but mouthwise, June was an AR-15. Instant reload, engineered to kill. Maggot wouldnโt let it alone, wanting to know what June was so mad over.
โI donโt know. Him being a shiznet?โ
Emmyโs cheeks were bright pink and her eyelashes sticking together, so pretty and sad. We were sitting on the wrecked chimney, cold rocks freezing our asses. Emmy and Maggot both picking at their nail polish, me pitching
rocks through the gaps. The logs were gigantic, stacked at the corners the way youโd twine your fingers together, with big spaces between. Theyโd had some mother trees to cut down up here, back in the day. I could see Emmyโs weird house down below us through the trees, a giant wooden bowl upside-down with Peggots inside.
โWait, correction,โ she said. โA weapon was drawn. Mom had her Ginsu knife and kind of waved it around. Not chasing or anything. She was trying to get supper before it all blew up.โ
What got the knife pulled on Kent was him telling June to leave it to the professionals because she wasnโt a doctor, just a nurse. Snap. A nurse practitionerย isย a trained professional andย canย prescribe medications, Emmy said, June was just choosing not to give out any more of Kentโs poison.
Sheโd organized a meeting on it over at town hall with the biggest crowd they ever had showing up, to sign a petition thing against Kentโs company. Which he took to be a major backstab from his girlfriend. He said she was uncompassionate to people in pain. June said if he wasnโt such a damn coward heโd come down to her clinic and see all these decent people with
hepatitis from needles, and their family farms going bankrupt in six months. Which I didnโt get honestly, about the needles. Kentโs thing was pills.
We stayed up there a long time in the cold. If we were kids on TV weโd have been sitting in a booth of some shiny diner or at a swimming pool mansion, instead of dead-looking woods. I used to like being outside with
all the little beings poking after their business, but at that moment I felt ripped off. All we had was this junkbone cabin with its valuable parts, if any, long since stolen. Some squirrels to shoot at, if weโd been properly armed. The day would have been more tolerable if Iโd brought a joint and we could get blazed, which Maggot would have been up for. Emmy, a
question mark. June protected that girl like she was made of ice. Emmy was old enough to be driving, but June was all, No maโam, these Lee County
roads are teenage death traps, etc. You had to wonder why Emmy wouldnโt push back. I knew her and didnโt know her, regardless our onetime marriage plans. I watched clouds of frozen breath coming out of her face while she worked her way through the drama of June and Kent like it was the end of
the world.
Long story short, whatever supper June was working on with that Ginsu knife did not get made. Screaming happened, hightailing was done. Kent being top salesman of his company had sold a gazillion of his pills in Lee County and actually won the giant bonus, Hawaii vacation for real, that he was going to take Emmy and June on over spring vacation, so. Bad timing on that one. The breakup rattled her so bad, June had asked Hammer Kelly to come over and spend a few nights at the house in case the bastard came slinking back around. Emmy said Hammer was so nice about it. He sat up on the couch all night, sleeping with his deer rifle in his arms.
Iย was and always will be an idiot. I just pray to get old enough one day to recall Linda Larkins without wanting to curl up with my balls between my legs and die. It was her little sister that dropped the bomb, and the only saving grace was that May Ann herself had no clue. Just pokes me on the shoulder in class one day and says hey. Her sister got married.
โYour sister Linda?โ I got an instantaneous half-mast. In fucking Algebra. Then the rest of it slowly dawned. โMarried? Who to?โ
โThis guy from over to Hillsville, Loring Blake, that drives stock cars. I doubt youโd know him. My mom only met him the once, before Saturday. We all thought she was going to community college after she got that Rotary math-whiz thing. And then shebam. Married.โ
โSaturday,โ I said. It was the end of class, where we were doing our homework. Never mind a grenade had gone off in my brain, I was expected to keep my voice down.
โIt was no big deal,โ May Ann said. โThey just went to the courthouse and then we had the family over. They picked up ribs at Fatbackโs. And then Lindaโs all like,ย Thatย was brilliant, barbecueย ribs, because sheโs wearing a white dress, and . . . why am I telling you all this?โ
โI give up. Why?โ I was kind of seeing stars, the way a shock can make you somewhat go blind. As soon as that part was over, I knew I would feel like throwing up, laughing, crying, and jerking off in public. About equally.
โBecause, Lindaย said,โ May Ann rolled her eyes, โQuote, do you still see that tall redhead kid Demon thatโs on the team, will you please tell him I
done got married? Unquote.โ โWhy would she mention me?โ
โHow should I know? Send her a present for the damn baby shower.โ
Iโd had no reason to think Linda had any feelings for me. None. She never even wanted to go get McDonaldโs or drive around or anything. But to find out she was playing me utterly? The mystery of her thinking, plus no more of those phone calls, cold turkey, and nobody ever even knowing about it, was a black hole of misery. A huge thing that basically didnโt happen.
Angus came close in those days to knowing everything about me, but not this. I never told her about the Linda calls, too embarrassing. Even more so now. Dumb little horn dog boy that thought he was a man. The breakup, if you can call it that, weighed on me hard, and ended up wrecking the next weekend that happened to be our big road trip to Murder Valley. Angus and me only, no U-Haul, which should have been the happiest of events. Angus had gotten her license and wanted to celebrate by driving us someplace other than Walmart. She settled on wanting to see the house where she used to go with her mom, to visit Miss Betsy. On the drive down, she started up her usual teasing about my girlfriends, and I told her she could stuff a sock in it.
โI could,โ she said, grinning. โBut how fun would that be?โ
โItโs not a joke. You are cordially invited to stay the fuck out of my personal business, for a term of one hundred years to life.โ
She said nothing. Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel at eight and four oโclock.
โIf you think my love life is so interesting, Angus, why donโt you get your own?โ
โWhy? Let me think. Because males are infantile, and females are
exasperating? So, what does that leave me, animals? You know, I might get there. But so far Iโm just not feeling it.โ
Silent treatment after that. For over an hour, which was hideous. Weโd never really had a fight before, other than our nonsense ones that were purely for entertainment. I hated that I was harsh with Angus, but you canโt help what you are. I spent some time idling on the memory of punching the dash of Mrs. McCobbโs car. Eventually Angus tried to bring up another subject, of being worried about her dad. But Coach seemed the same as
always to me, and I said so.
Things didnโt lighten up till we got down there to the house. Angus jumped out of the car with a big smile, walking all around with her hand clamped on her hat like sheโs in shock, and it might fly off. Looking at
things outside the house, inside the house, like this happy big-eyed fairy in a white T-shirt and leather vest, saying, Oh, Iย rememberย this! Which Iโm
sure she did, since nothing probably had changed in that house since God was a child. I hadnโt really thought before about the place being special to her, like seeing my dadโs grave was to me. The house where her mom grew up. The bed where she slept, the bathtub. A dead parent is a tricky kind of ghost. If you can make it into more like a doll, putting it in the real house and clothes and such that they had, it helps you to picture them as a person instead of just a person-shaped hole in the air. Which helps you feel less
like a person-shaped invisible kid.
They were tickled at us for coming, and had cooked a feast. Mr. Dick had a kite to show me, not ready for takeoff. Miss Betsy wanted to have a discussion on our futures, and sat us down in her living room where old
furniture goes to die. Angus went first, being older, junior year, which Miss Betsy said was time to think about college. Angus said she definitely wanted to do that, and study psychology or sociology, which I wasnโt even sure what those were. But so what, because that was her plan, Angus had no intention of staying in Jonesville. Not that sheโd made any promises, but I felt betrayed. She was leaving us. What about Coach?
So I was already upset whenever it came my turn to tell Miss Betsy my future. Plus Iโd never given it a thought, other than hoping to be still alive. All I could come up with was maybe trying for college on a football scholarship. Miss Betsy said the same thing as always: โAs long as you donโt let the sports interfere with your studying.โ With no comprehension
that on a football scholarship, sports are kind of the whole point. She wasnโt opposed though. She said it was important to leave Lee County at some point and โtake a look around.โ
At what, I wanted to ask. Cities? Harsh streets and doom castles where nobody lived that I cared about? I couldnโt stand to live anyplace without Coach and Angus. And Mattie Kate, I included her. The Peggots close at hand, and my teammates, and all of Lee County chanting my name from the stands:ย Dee-mon Copper-head!ย To start over someplace from scratch, as nobody and nothing? I hated the thought. I was only just now starting to exist.
The drive home was no better. Well, Angus was better, chatty and cheerful. But I was still hurt at her, with more reason. Miss Betsy had got her off and running. She wanted to talk about the colleges sheโd thought of applying to. There was one in eastern Virginia she had her eye on, so she might actually end up living near the ocean! That was just lording it over me, I felt. She was older, leaving first. Making sure I knew she wasnโt scared of a thing. Worldly-wise.
I rolled down my window and tuned her out. I could smell the dirt of the fields waking up, see the mountains with every tree lighting up on top like a candle, first neon green of spring. It should have been enough for any human person. I did know that, I have to say. Give me a view, pretty as a picture, Iโm still pissed that Iโll never get to see the ocean. I wondered what would it take to stop me feeling like I had rotten fruit down in me instead of a heart.
All I could think about on that drive was my lonely runaway spree that got me down to Murder Valley the first time. I took notice of all the sorry attractions as we went past them: the barn where I hid out to sleep in somebodyโs haymow. The mini-mart where I curled up starving behind a dumpster, in the rain. The truck stop where I lost everything, and cursed a hooker to die. My entire lifeโs savings, that probably amounted to less than Angus had spent on her latest change of clothes. I didnโt point out any of
those places to Angus. Iโd been so young back then. And still was, I guess.
She liked to tease me that if we lived to a hundred, she would still be the
one to get there first. Which was true. No credit given for all the extra miles that take you nowhere.