Ray Bradbury Stories Volume 2. Ray Bradbury

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      ‘Chaplin did, Langdon did, Harold Lloyd, sure.’

      ‘Laurel and Hardy?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Laurel and Hardy, did they use lots of locations?’

      ‘Palms, they used Palms lots, Culver City Main Street, Effie Street.’

      ‘Effie Street!’

      ‘Don’t yell, Bella.’

      ‘Did you say Effie Street?’

      ‘Sure, and God, it’s three in the morning!’

      ‘Right at the top of Effie Street!?’

      ‘Hey, yeah, the stairs. Everyone knows them. That’s where the music box chased Hardy downhill and ran over him.’

      ‘Sure, Zelda, sure! Oh, God, Zelda, if you could see, hear, what I hear!’

      Zelda was suddenly wide awake on the line. ‘What’s going on?You serious?’

      ‘Oh, God, yes. On the steps just now, and last night and the night before maybe, I heard, I hear – two men hauling a – a piano up the hill.’

      ‘Someone’s pulling your leg!’

      ‘No, no, they’re there. I go out and there’s nothing. But the steps are haunted, Zelda! One voice says: “Here’s another fine mess you’ve got us in.” You got to hear that man’s voice!’

      ‘You’re drunk and doing this because you know I’m a nut for them.’

      ‘No, no. Come, Zelda. Listen. Tell!’

      Maybe half an hour later, Bella heard the old tin lizzie rattle up the alley behind the apartments. It was a car, Zelda in her joy at visiting silent-movie theaters, had bought to lug herself around in while she wrote about the past, always the past, and steaming into Cecil B. DeMille’s old place or circling Harold Lloyd’s nation-state, or cranking and banging around the Universal backlot, paying her respects to the Phantom’s opera stage, or sitting on Ma and Pa Kettle’s porch chewing a sandwich lunch. That was Zelda, who once wrote in a silent country in a silent time for Silver Screen.

      Zelda lumbered across the front porch, a huge body with legs as big as the Bernini columns in front of St. Peter’s in Rome, and a face like a harvest moon.

      On that round face now was suspicion, cynicism, skepticism, in equal pie-parts. But when she saw Bella’s pale stare she cried:

      ‘Bella!’

      ‘You see I’m not lying!’ said Bella.

      ‘I see!’

      ‘Keep your voice down, Zelda. Oh, it’s scary and strange, terrible and nice. So come on.’

      And the two women edged along the walk to the rim of the old hill near the old steps in old Hollywood, and suddenly as they moved they felt time take a half turn around them and it was another year, because nothing had changed, all the buildings were the way they were in 1928 and the hills beyond like they were in 1926 and the steps, just the way they were when the cement was poured in 1921.

      ‘Listen, Zelda. There!’

      And Zelda listened and at first there was only a creaking of wheels down in the dark, like crickets, and then a moan of wood and a hum of piano strings, and then one voice lamenting about this job, and the other voice claiming he had nothing to do with it, and then the thumps as two derby hats fell, and an exasperated voice announced:

      ‘Here’s another fine mess you’ve got us in.’

      Zelda, stunned, almost toppled off the hill. She held tight to Bella’s arm as tears brimmed in her eyes.

      ‘It’s a trick. Someone’s got a tape recorder or—’

      ‘No, I checked. Nothing but the steps, Zelda, the steps!’

      Tears rolled down Zelda’s plump cheeks.

      ‘Oh, God, that is his voice! I’m the expert, I’m the mad fanatic, Bella. That’s Ollie. And that other voice, Stan! And you’re not nuts after all!’

      The voices below rose and fell and one cried: ‘Why don’t you do something to help me?’

      Zelda moaned. ‘Oh, God, it’s so beautiful.’

      ‘What does it mean?’ asked Bella. ‘Why are they here? Are they really ghosts, and why would ghosts climb this hill every night, pushing that music box, night after night, tell me, Zelda, why?’

      Zelda peered down the hill and shut her eyes for a moment to think. ‘Why do any ghosts go anywhere? Retribution? Revenge? No, not those two. Love maybe’s the reason, lost loves or something. Yes?’

      Bella let her heart pound once or twice and then said, ‘Maybe nobody told them.’

      ‘Told them what?’

      ‘Or maybe they were told a lot but still didn’t believe, because maybe in their old years things got bad, I mean they were sick, and sometimes when you’re sick you forget.’

      ‘Forget what?’

      ‘How much we loved them.’

      ‘They knew!’

      ‘Did they? Sure, we told each other, but maybe not enough of us ever wrote or waved when they passed and just yelled “Love!” you think?’

      ‘Hell, Bella, they’re on TV every night!’

      ‘Yeah, but that don’t count. Has anyone, since they left us, come here to these steps and said? Maybe those voices down there, ghosts or whatever, have been here every night for years, pushing that music box, and nobody thought, or tried, to just whisper or yell all the love we had all the years. Why not?’

      ‘Why not?’ Zelda stared down into the long darkness where perhaps shadows moved and maybe a piano lurched clumsily among the shadows. ‘You’re right.’

      ‘If I’m right,’ said Bella, ‘and you say so, there’s only one thing to do—’

      ‘You mean you and me?’

      ‘Who else? Quiet. Come on.’

      They moved down a step. In the same instant lights came on around them, in a window here, another there. A screen door opened somewhere and angry words shot out into the night:

      ‘Hey, what’s going on?’

      ‘Pipe down!’

      ‘You know what time it is?’

      ‘My God,’ Bella whispered, СКАЧАТЬ