The World Made Straight. Ron Rash

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      It was the second afternoon when Lori Triplett came to Travis’s room, dressed not in white like the nurses but in a pink and white striped skirt and blouse. Girls at the high school who wore these outfits called themselves Candy Stripers. Travis knew they did something at the hospital but wasn’t sure exactly what. Shank called them candy strippers.

      Travis had been feigning sleep, because until now no one who came through the door had brought anything good. The doctor had dismissed his waterfall story, saying he’d heard more convincing lies from first-graders and if he had the time he’d get the sheriff and find out what really happened. His daddy was no better. He’d driven Travis’s truck back from the bridge and found the six-pack stowed in the cab. The old man spent his first visit lecturing about the beer and Travis’s climbing the waterfall. His mother sat in the corner while his daddy went at him for half an hour. The next time his parents came all the old man talked about was how much the hospital bill would be. You’re seventeen years old, boy, his father had said. When I was your age I was making my way alone in the world. If you don’t straighten out real quick you’ll be on your own too.

      So when he heard footsteps approaching Travis closed his eyes, hoping whoever it was would think him asleep and leave. But this time it was Lori Triplett, a blue plastic watering can in her hand. She was from Antioch, the far upper part of the county, so they’d been in school together only since ninth grade. Travis didn’t know much about her. The girls and boys from Antioch tended to keep to themselves. They ate at the same lunch tables and sat together at assemblies and ball games.

      He’d paid some notice to her though. Hard not to with her red hair and green eyes, skin white and smooth as porcelain. Tall as well, five-eight probably. Travis thought her pretty and had once told Shank as much, though Shank said she didn’t have enough up top to suit him. Shank had added that Antioch girls were a hard lot. His older brother had dated one and come in one night scratched up like he’d lost a ten-round fight with a bobcat. After she got through with him she’d took to his car seats with a butcher knife, Shank had said. All that just because he was fifteen minutes late.

      But Lori had never seemed that kind of girl, even less so now as he watched her water the plants. Besides homeroom, she’d been in two of Travis’s classes. She always sat in the back, head down like she might not be paying attention, yet she always knew the answer when called upon, knew it quick without a stammer. Smart, he knew that, but not in a show-offy way like the snobby town kids.

      Lori turned from the window. Sunlight slanting through the glass burnished her hair, making it shine like a new penny. Her eyes met his for a moment and then stared at the watering can as if to remind herself why she was there.

      “We’ve been in homeroom together,” Travis said.

      Lori raised her eyes. Maybe it was because he had never looked at them so carefully, but now he saw how distinctive their color was, the soft cool green of a luna moth. Travis looked away first this time. Those eyes made his whole body feel light. Like swinging out on a muscadine vine and letting go, he thought. That moment you hung above the river, waiting to fall.

      “I know that,” she said.

      “My name’s Travis, Travis Shelton.”

      “I know that too.”

      Something almost a smile softened her face.

      “Anything I can get you before I go?”

      “You ain’t got a cigarette, do you?”

      “I don’t smoke, and you shouldn’t either,” Lori said.

      The feistiness of her reply surprised him. He’d never much cared for other folks’ advice, but before it had come from his parents and teachers and Preacher Caldwell, not someone his own age and as pretty as Lori Triplett.

      Travis searched for something else to say as Lori walked toward the door.

      “Do you get paid for doing this?” he asked.

      She paused in the doorway.

      “No.”

      “Then why do it?”

      “I’m going to A-B Tech next year to become a nursing assistant,” Lori said. “I wanted to know what it was like first.”

      Travis didn’t want her to go. Except for Shank she was the only person he’d been glad to see since waking from the operation. But words fled out of reach. He made a solemn vow that next time he’d have a whole peck of questions for her.

      She lingered by his doorway a few moments.

      “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

      After Lori left he thought of the high school library’s big unabridged dictionary and how it was filled with thousands and thousands of words but he couldn’t find half a dozen to make a sentence, had just sat there in the bed like there’d been a C-clamp on his tongue. Unlike Shank, he never seemed to know what to say to girls. The one time he’d acted like he had, at Leonard’s trailer, he’d made a jackass of himself. What he knew about was fishing and engines and farming tobacco, some other things he’d read. None of these things seemed of much interest to girls.

      An orderly brought supper, and two hours later the night nurse gave Travis a red pill to help him sleep. Then she’d asked if he needed to go to the bathroom. This nurse was older than the one who’d come the previous night. Her gray hair was balled on the back of her head tight as a fist, and it seemed to tug her mouth into a tight-lipped frown.

      “I guess you’ll need me to help,” she said irritably, as if she couldn’t see his lower right leg looked like it belonged to a mummy. Instead of getting a male orderly or a bedpan like the other nurse, she’d helped him to the bathroom herself and hadn’t even looked away, just watched Travis make water like she didn’t trust him to hit the bowl. Travis swore to piss in his water glass before he ever asked her help again.

      THE NEXT MORNING PASSED EVEN SLOWER THAN THE PREVIOUS two. There was nothing on TV but game shows and the only thing to read was a Bible. He asked the nurse if she could get him some magazines and she brought back some year-old copies of National Geographic. One had an article on Civil War battlefields and Travis remembered what Leonard had said about Sheltons siding with the Union. He wondered if there were books about what happened in Madison County during the Civil СКАЧАТЬ