The Silence on the Shore. Hugh Garner

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СКАЧАТЬ Aid floor polishers. All we ask is that you use it for —”

      “Is that it?” the young woman asked, leaning against the door frame and pointing at the polisher. She smiled at him openly, and the handle of the polisher grew damp beneath his hand.

      As she continued to stare into his face, he brought the appliance around in front of him and placed the brushes flat on the floor, stepping back until the handle was held at a suitable angle.

      “You’ll notice the ease of handling,” he said. “We claim that this machine — with its own oil-sealed motor — will take the drudgery out of all your floor cleaning. It works equally well on hardwood, tile, linoleum and —”

      “Bring it in, Buster,” she invited, stepping back from the doorway. She led him through an inside hallway, and he spied a blown-up photograph of a young girl on the wall above a telephone table. The girl was leaning against a concert grand piano, and he recognized her now as the woman who had invited him in. Now he realized that he had begun the day in a neighbourhood in which theatrical and radio and television performers lived.

      The woman led him into a living room that was furnished in several variant styles, as if from the property room of a theatre. In a corner stood an upright piano bearing along its top a row of empty and near-empty highball glasses. In an easy chair sat a fully dressed fat woman of about fifty, holding a half-empty glass in her hand.

      The younger woman sat down on a large puce-coloured sofa and said, “This is Buster, Rita. He’s a representative of the Housewives’ —”

      “The Household Aid Corporation,” he corrected her, smiling at the older woman.

      “Buster, this is my good friend Rita.”

      He nodded and said, “My name’s Clark. That’s my first name. My last name’s Cronin.”

      “That’s a lousy name,” the young woman said. “I like Buster better, don’t you, Rita?”

      “Sure, Buster’s better.” She laughed an unpleasant high-pitched laugh.

      Clark noticed that both of them were drunk; this should be a cinch as soon as he got a signature on the sales order sheet. Pointing to the rubber shock absorber around the polisher he said, “It’s guaranteed not to harm —”

      “Listen, Buster, save all that for later, will you?” the young woman interrupted. She took a bill from her purse that was lying on an end table and carried it across the room to her companion.

      “Hurry it up, Rita, will you, hon. I’m gonna have the shakes if you don’t get back soon.”

      Rita got up and shoved the money into a pocket of her trench coat. “Be back in half an hour,” she said as she left.

      When they were alone the young woman stretched out on the sofa and stared at Clark, “You make much money on this job, Buster?”

      He laughed. “I’ve only had it a week.”

      “What did you do before you got this job?”

      He decided to make a play for her sympathy. “I was in hospital,” he said.

      “That’s too bad. What was wrong, Buster?”

      “It was — well, you could call it a breakdown.”

      “Nerves, eh? Is this your home town?”

      “No, I’m from the country, ma’am.”

      “A farmer?”

      “My father is, ma’am.”

      “Jee-sus! And don’t keep calling me ma’am, it makes me feel about a hundred. Call me Kitty. And for God’s sake sit down somewhere.”

      He sat down in an overstuffed leather chair.

      “That’s better,” she said. Pushing herself up on an elbow she asked, “How much did you say that thing costs?”

      “Forty-two fifty.” He just had to make this sale. “We don’t even ask you to pay a down payment, only six small monthly payments of seven dollars and nine cents. I pick up the first payment when you’ve had the polisher for a few days trial, then our collector picks up the others every month.”

      “No down payment, you say?” She laughed bitterly, stretching back on the sofa. “Who’re you trying to kid, Buster! There’s always a down payment in this world.” She sat up straight again and said, “You know, Buster, you’re not a bad-looking guy.”

      This sounded like the come-on, but he hesitated to move in.

      “You got a girl?”

      He gave a small laugh. “Not right now.”

      “That five dollars I gave to Rita for a bottle was all the money I got” she said. She hunched along the sofa so that her movements opened her housecoat. “You got any money, Buster?”

      “No,” he answered, staring at her.

      “Maybe you’re smarter than I took you for,” she said, adjusting her housecoat.

      He asked, “Say, Kitty, are you an actress?”

      “I don’t know what I am anymore, Buster.”

      “Are you out of work?”

      “No. You wouldn’t exactly call it being out of work.”

      “Is that your picture in the hall, standing against a piano?”

      “That used to be me, a million years ago,” she answered. She swung herself to the floor and walked over to the piano. “I can’t wait for Rita,” she said. She poured the dregs from all the glasses into one, and tossing back her head gulped it down. When she had recovered enough to speak she said, “It’s not very sanitary but the alcohol kills the germs.” Then she flung herself back on the sofa.

      This would be a good time to get her signature. “Listen, Kitty,” he said, pulling some order forms from his inside pocket, “just sign one of our free trial receipts. There’s no obligation.” He walked over to her, but she jumped to her feet.

      “Listen, Buster, Rita’ll be here in a minute. How about you coming back this afternoon, eh?”

      “Sure. If you’ll just —”

      “You got a nice smile, Buster,” she said, pressing herself against him.

      He turned her chin up and kissed her. She grabbed his wrist as he tried to put his hand down inside her housecoat.

      “Not now, Buster. Later, eh?” She led him into the hallway. “Come back later, will you, sweetheart?”

      “Right after lunch,” he promised. “I should really get you to —”

      “It can wait, Buster, if you can,” she said, winking at him.

      He laughed. “I can wait, Kitty, but not too long.” He tried to pull her to СКАЧАТЬ