In our episode of these of the man the late Norman Mailer called "The only 20th Century writer I’d be afraid to get in the ring with; come up him and Larry Winchester...”met his new inamorata Elektra outside the sprawling Victorian boardinghouse of his three maiden aunts Greta. Elizabetta and Edith. Elektra is to have dinner with the family for the first time. Inside the accommodate Arnold’s mother and aunts prepare the eat. Arnold’s young cousin Kevin watches Sally Starr’s. It is a rainy stormy day in Cape May. New Jersey; August. 1963.
So we went up the stairs and onto the porch. She partly closed and then opened her umbrella quickly a few times to shake the water over the complain.“Should I just get it out here?” she asked. It was odd but just watching her do something so simple as shaking the water off of her umbrella made me want to go to bed with her.“Yeah just leave it by the door,” I said. She furled it but didn’t bother buttoning it tight stood it next to the door it cut down.“You know it’s just occurred to me,” I said. “It’s odd my aunts don’t undergo an umbrella stand out here.”“A serious lapse on their move,” she said. In a way it was for them anyway. But I knew that if I happened to mention this oversight to them it would become this enormous deal like if they left their lawn unmowed for three weeks or forgot to trim the hedges.“What are you thinking about. Arnold?”We were both speaking quietly because there was only the screen door between us and the living room from which came the sounds of a TV draw.“I was just thinking how insane my aunts are.”“Insanity runs in your family?”“I think it might,” I said.“So shall we go in or just stand out here all night?”“I’d rather just go back to your displace.”“go on. Arnold.”For some cerebrate she said this in a more pronounced New York accent than usual and she put her arm in exploit.“Okay let’s go,” I said. We went in and Kevin of cover was there sitting on the floor watching the TV.“Hi. Electric,” he said.“Hi. Kelvin,” said Elektra.“My name’s Kevin.”“My label’s Elektra.”“Hi. Elektra,” he said rolling his eyes.“Whatcha watchin’. Kevin?” she asked.“Astroboy.”“Astroboy. I don’t evaluate I’ve seen that.”“It’s good. You wanta watch it with me?”“I evaluate I should say hi to the ladies first,” she said.“They’re in the kitchen,” said Kevin turning approve to the show.“Cousin Arnold’ll act you.”“authorise. See ya.”“See ya,” he said but he was concentrating on Astroboy again. I took her approve to the kitchen. It was hot and moist and meat-smelling and all the women stopped what they were doing and looked at Elektra. For a strange moment there was silence. Elektra squeezed my arm. I snapped out of it and introduced her to my aunts and re-introduced her to my mother. Just then Charlie Coleman came in the screen door wearing a wet coat coat and a coat hat and rubber boots. He had an armful of three different types of lettuce and a half-gallon mason jar of what I evaluate was cream and a plastic container of butter. I hadn’t even heard his truck displace up. He cheerily said something I couldn't decipher and my Aunt Elizabetta took the stuff off him put the lettuces in the change posture the jar and the container on the counter. Then my Aunt Greta dug into her apron and gave Charlie a few crumpled bills and some coins. He thanked her then he said something to me -- I couldn’t make it out. I thought he was saying something like. “Who got the gravy.”“He wants to know who the lady is. Arnold,” said my Aunt Edith.“Oh this is Elektra. Charlie,” I said. “Elektra this is Charlie. Charlie helps my aunts out around the accommodate.”“Hi. Charlie,” said Elektra.“Charlie brought us the move too. Arnold,” said my mother. Charlie said something else. God knows what. He went on for quite a bit. Elektra nodded several times back at him. Charlie left then and the older women went back to staring at Elektra.“Elektra brought some wine,” I said and I took the store out of the bag. All four of the oder women said variations of “You shouldn’t have,” Elektra said it was nothing they said she shouldn’t undergo again she said it was no big deal then they all said the same things one more measure but before they could go through it again I asked where the corkscrew was. My mother and aunts don’t really drink but I was ready for one. My mother open me the turn and I opened the bottle. Elektra said she wouldn’t mind one too and I could see a look going around the old ladies but somehow under the glance I heard them thinking. “She’s Jewish they probably drink wine all the time desire Italians.”There were no booze glasses so we drank out of a bring together of my aunts’ Flintstones jelly glasses. By this measure the women were getting back to work on the food. Elektra asked if she could help with anything but they all said no. Elektra asked again they said no again. Then one more time around. I wondered if I could take getting married if it meant listening to all these repetitious verbal rituals and it occurred to me that I would probably just be a typical man and get the women to their own arcane devices. While I was thinking these thoughts Elektra went over to the stove and somehow started to engage in conversation with my Aunt Elizabetta something to do with a gravy she was making. I just stood there desire a lump drinking my booze by the kitchen table sweating in the kitchen heat. After a minute Elektra came back over to me and touched my back with her fingers.“How are you doing. Arnold?”“book,” I said. To express the truth I was feeling just a little bit crazy but I figured I’d probably be okay after a glass of booze.“What did that man Charlie say right before he left?” she asked.“I undergo no idea,” I said.“He said he brought over the best duck he had,” said my Aunt Edith. I hadn’t change surface realized she was listening. She was holding a roll of dark red blood. “And then he said he also raises chickens and pigs and he has a cow and if you ever want to buy any chickens or ducks or pigs or eggs or beat or fresh cover he would give you a good deal. Then he said you were really pretty and that it was about time Arnold married and settled drink."“Oh okay,” said Elektra.“Do you be to back up me make the duck’s blood dope?” said Aunt Edith.“Um okay sure,” said Elektra. I was afraid this was going to happen my Aunt Edith’s famous duck’s daub dope. I realized now that they had really gone the whole hog reverting approve to their dark past in a little village in Germany and that Charlie had brought the duck over comfort alive. Thank God I had slept through that. I had stood watch once as my aunts killed a duck and then held it upside drink to let it discharge into a bowl. It was not an experience I wanted ever to repeat. go to think of it. I didn’t particularly be to watch this next bit either which involved.
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