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a valuable penalty-killer added during the offseason. 18.""Unless there's something we don't know. His words to the throng of fans marked his first public comments since a sex-abuse scandal rocked the State College community. The labor-aligned group We Are Ohio organized the anti-Issue 2 effort. which caused Len to vow that he would never give her a 10 unless she cleaned up her footwork. the award for most improved goes to Hope Solo . One trapped worker was pulled onto a stretcher and lowered to the ground. government denies the Bolivian government's allegations that Goldberg schemed with lowlands agrobusinessmen to unseat Morales. adding. an informed source told the Star-Ledger of Newark.It's been a tumultuous several days for Ratner. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments.Crosby on Monday didn't rule out a Friday return.
. with the U. His words to the throng of fans marked his first public comments since a sex-abuse scandal rocked the State College community. proceeded to bash pay for government employees.Kanter died Sunday. I'm fed up with adult movies -- most of them stink. to have been "a conspirator. found to the right of the navigation bar at the top of Firefox windows.J. they??re treating them like plantation workers. that's one of the most outrageous uses of a firearm that I've ever seen.It comes three years after the Andean nation's leftist government expelled the U. along with pushing merit pay for teachers -- proposals that polled well in the run-up to the election..
showing extreme bruising and swelling.The U. On Tuesday. We'll have to see."Instead of going into the offices. and I couldn't help the sense of pride I felt for him on the dance floor -- and I'll admit it."The taxpayers shouldn't have to have money taken out of their pay checks to pay people in government who are our servants who are making a lot more money than we are. but he doesn't see how that impacts his authenticity as an artist. Kanter initially was reluctant to take on one of the era's biggest stars. Calif. Drug control officials say cocaine production has been on the rise there since the DEA was expelled with Mexican and Colombian traffickers moving in and building ever more sophisticated processing labs. a truly magical place. If no team claims him.S.
Ryan Gosling spent much of his time dealing -- silently -- with small time mobsters in this fall's "Drive.Kanter also won an Emmy in 1955 for "The George Gobel Show.R. it was nice to see Hope strive and not crumble under the pressure. Firefox 8 also brings a new feature made possible by a partnership with Twitter. who was newly featured on the show this season. The local police union said that the officers recognized they had support from the Occupy movement on Issue 2 and sought to work with the protesters. selling out? What if I did 'Ed Wood II.??Ohioans overturned a divisive anti-union law on Tuesday. Written by a conservative-leaning group. then watch his interview on Countdown with Keith Olbermann:. we delivered a win for all working people by defeating Issue 2." and he received four other nominations.Nancy Grace is done with "Dancing With the Stars.
He spoke about his sexual history with actress Olivia Munn on both G4 and Howard Stern's radio programs; he said he "banged" Munn on a G4 talkshow. I knew J.R. After union executive director Billy Hunter and president Derek Fisher??s press conference."When I say it is a time to pause. Her decision came just minutes before Cain took the stage to address the ongoing story at a press conference in Scottsdale. and the former Mickey Mouse Club member and Stone getting close. the intention being to rework the mission of the massive complex. through European retreats and a love of gardening. not about solving our nation??s problems or creating jobs. "There was no order to disperse; there was no warning that weapons might be used. according to the Writers Guild of America. his lines were clean. I love you.
and it was clear J. Kessler??s caustic approach has served to cut off negotiation prematurely.With the league already considering whether to cancel another wave of games??this time through Christmas??and with players investigating a possible decertification of their union. a high-ranking Penn State official told The Associated Press that the university??s board of trustees appears divided on what should be Paterno??s fate.With the league already considering whether to cancel another wave of games??this time through Christmas??and with players investigating a possible decertification of their union. he added. including one as executive producer of "All in the Family" in 1976 and another for outstanding comedy series for Carroll's "Julia" in 1969.?? according to The Associated Press." Romney continues. With that in mind. actor and Army veteran J." to host the Oscars." added AFL-CIO Political Director Mike Podhorzer." Cain denied her allegations.
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polls showed that Issue 2 was headed for a decisive defeat. circulated petitions in the summer and now.?? in our view. "The Danny Kaye Show" and other radio programs before moving into television as a writer on "The Ed Wynn Show" in 1949. Instantly. and towards my genitals. Yahoo. That.Anyone on the league side who has seen Kessler in action would agree. earning his first nod for the first "Pirates" and then for "Finding Neverland" and "Sweeney Todd.According to a post on the Mozilla Blog. the kids that were the victims. "There was no order to disperse; there was no warning that weapons might be used. This included identifying at one point which members of the Occupy movement officers arrested.
"That was nice.."The Twitter search option had been available as a separate add-on in previous versions of Firefox. who came forward Monday with high-profile attorney Gloria Allred and accused Cain of groping her in the 1990s.Opposition to Issue 2 brought together a broad coalition of Ohioans -- as well as a significant amount of cash." He ventured into drama with the 1954 film adaptation of Tennessee Williams' "The Rose Tattoo.As word of his release spread.In 1999.Mozilla has been pushing out new versions of Firefox at a clip since it began its rapid release schedule after the release of Firefox 4. used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking.TechCrunch explains that most recent version isn't the radical overhaul that version 4 was. acts as a hard salary cap. according to CBS Sports?? Ken Berger. right?I can't think of a more deserving star than J.
??We??re always going to be Penn State.A spokesman for the International Association of Firefighters. Security Council for recognition of a Palestinian state. it is right now. often clashed with coca growers and Morales has said they once beat him unconscious.New York Jets? Nope. has been able to escape the press.Lavin skipped Monday night's regular-season opener vs. "Willy Wonka" and "Alice In Wonderland. brimming with joy amidst townsfolk happy to join in on the very aptly titled. Instead of treating the players like partners."As he moved into directing in the late 1950s.After witnessing NBPA lawyer Jeffrey Kessler rail against the NBA owners?? take-it-or-leave-it offer on Saturday night (Kessler called the league??s offer a ??fraud??) there were many on the players side of the negotiation who were getting the same feeling as those on the owners?? side??that talks tended to be more constructive when Kessler was out of the room. "So Far.
and Karina's instant jive was so on point that it looked like anything but instant."It's been all Tristan from the get-go.. as he was walking home.Rob's instant jive was more stomp heavy then smooth. he ejected the DEA. with the situation around the NBA labor impasse at its most delicate."As he moved into directing in the late 1950s. Normally an under-the-radar referendum subject matter.R. "It is clear now. a Chicago-area woman and former NRA employee.The Associated Press reports: Cain's team distributed a document asking.Early accounts Tuesday evening reported that the events were mostly peaceful.
J. Recently.. union officials sent out statements declaring success. This included identifying at one point which members of the Occupy movement officers arrested.The Fire Department of New York says the workers were in a five-story building when it collapsed Tuesday. nuclear atomic energy agency says that Iran is suspected of conducting secret experiments whose sole purpose can only be the development of nuclear arms. drug agents are not welcome back in his country despite the newly announced normalization of diplomatic relations with Washington."Twitter search in Firefox makes it easier to discover new topics.R. He says work permits were issued in July. they're disturbing to me; they're serious.R. While the Republican did not mention the issue in his campaign to unseat former Democratic Gov.
Allegedly." to host the Oscars."When asked whether Bialek was lying. Some say it should become a state park; others think it should be a theme park. in September. not about solving our nation??s problems or creating jobs. ambassador and DEA for allegedly inciting the opposition. 'I've known you for over forty years. Instead of treating the players like partners." said Olbermann. Darling" (1963). earning his first nod for the first "Pirates" and then for "Finding Neverland" and "Sweeney Todd.Not so. brimming with joy amidst townsfolk happy to join in on the very aptly titled.
' they say: 'Oh. "My response is there's absolutely no basis to them.A second woman has come forward publicly with allegations that GOP presidential candidate Herman Cain sexually harassed her while serving as head of the National Restaurant Association in the 1990s. Kanter initially was reluctant to take on one of the era's biggest stars. Martinez. a zoo and a seemingly endless array of attractions that came from the mind of the pop star. they're much better. The New York Times reports. as well. Nine votes would be needed for approval. clad in his class-crossing plaid and jean uniform. and then began filming about ten feet from the officers. but her instant jive was awful. Elvis Presley!' And I realized I was in big trouble if I didn't do that picture.
a measure that restricts collective bargaining rights for more than 360. "You do whatever you can to quickly get yourself into a job some place safe and that is what I thought I had achieved when I left. N. his lines were clean.A spokesman for the International Association of Firefighters.Another big new change that Firefox 8 introduces is the disabling of third-party add-ons. no." Ratner said in a statement (via The Hollywood Reporter)."Grace came into Tuesday's episode in last place with 44 points out of 60. I think they're better." explains the Mizolla Blog." Kermit said. We all hope this will be an opportunity to raise awareness about the harm that is caused by reckless and insensitive remarks. "And my three daughters said.
Clinton hugged Fisher. .. told the Times that she was ready to talk now that her name had been made public."Kraushaar was one of the two women behind Politico's original report about alleged sexual harassment perpetrated by Cain. but didn't disperse. Instantly. along with pushing merit pay for teachers -- proposals that polled well in the run-up to the election. repealing Senate Bill 5. Romney proceeds to say that he would slash the scale of the federal government and cut the number of federal employees if he became president. "Willy Wonka" and "Alice In Wonderland.In an interview with San Jose Mercury News." Letestu.I just have one question: Can we please just keep Tristan?! Johnny Depp spent the early part of his career making eclectic.
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"I don't even know who this lady is.Speaking to workers at a steel fabrication plant on Monday. he added. "others are specific to nuclear weapons.After Campbell released the video. who had one point in 11 games. Martinez.This week J. He's a versatile player.It's been a tumultuous several days for Ratner. the award for most improved goes to Hope Solo . Disney distributed an exclusive Q&A with Kermit.Support is fading fast for Joe Paterno.""Even after John Kasich locked the doors to democracy and shut out everyday heroes from the Statehouse.
" which says that anyone born on United States soil is a citizen.In an interview with The Washington Post on Monday night.Ryan Gosling spent much of his time dealing -- silently -- with small time mobsters in this fall's "Drive. including fitting a warhead onto a missile."Judges' scores combined with viewer votes determine which contestant is ousted each week. Instead of treating the players like partners. Her decision came just minutes before Cain took the stage to address the ongoing story at a press conference in Scottsdale. that's a bold association to make. on its own terms. who came forward Monday with high-profile attorney Gloria Allred and accused Cain of groping her in the 1990s.' I nailed it. "Think we can get Clinton to arbitrate this thing?""I hope it gets worked out because we all want to see basketball. ?? He has been the single most divisive force in our negotiations and it doesn??t surprise me he would rant and not talk about specifics. increase the pay of his staff significantly -- while at the same time.
writer Doris Kanter; his daughters Donna Kanter."Kasich ran on a platform of growth. a proposal that he's laid out in his broader fiscal plan. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments. hoped Tuesday's victory would be a warning to other conservative governors around the country. hoped Tuesday's victory would be a warning to other conservative governors around the country." and he received four other nominations. which are baseless. with the estate coming into the control of a joint venture between Jackson and a financier. Supreme Court over the future of the national health care law. nuclear atomic energy agency says that Iran is suspected of conducting secret experiments whose sole purpose can only be the development of nuclear arms.Tennessee Titans? If he were the player the team saw before he departed.Palestinians started their drive at the U. Calif.
In an interview with The Washington Post on Monday night. Portuguese. The past decade or so." playing an anti-hero who makes his own law. "I don't remember this person by name. and he's an absolute pleasure to watch. you are extremely vulnerable. (The Letestu deal) was more about (Joe) Vitale emerging and (Richard) Park fitting in so well. To download version 8 for Windows. The new feature joins Firefox's list of built-in search tools.Republican presidential candidate Herman Cain categorically rejected on Tuesday that he remembered Sharon Bialek."Twitter search in Firefox makes it easier to discover new topics. as evidence that the team was preparing to have Crosby ready and in the lineup.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube.
She recalled that when she protested the advances. and her line was flawless. when he was a star despite the relative commercial failures of his movies. and Karina were absolutely lovely together and their waltz was both romantic and mesmerizing. judge Len Goodman compared her to Cinderella."The Blue Jackets. The pair got a standing ovation -- before their dance was even finished. Stern said. the award for most improved goes to Hope Solo . Her decision came just minutes before Cain took the stage to address the ongoing story at a press conference in Scottsdale. Elvis Presley!' And I realized I was in big trouble if I didn't do that picture.Grace joins seven previously ousted contestants: actor David Arquette.Kanter also won an Emmy in 1955 for "The George Gobel Show." he told the Telegraph in 2002.
' is that selling out? I mean." The former Godfather's Pizza CEO described her response: "She said. TV personality Ricki Lake and soccer star Hope Solo ?C will compete in the semifinals Monday. The labor-aligned group We Are Ohio organized the anti-Issue 2 effort. Nancy.." which was a commercial failure.Images from a helicopter over the scene in Brighton Beach showed rescuers scrambling to claw their way through a pile of rubble where the building had mostly crumbled to the ground. government denies the Bolivian government's allegations that Goldberg schemed with lowlands agrobusinessmen to unseat Morales.'s Arclight Cinemas. and the game has long been speculated as a potential return date for the captain.??He??s starting to get back to normal.Buildings Department spokesman Tony Sclafani says inspectors are investigating whether improper procedures played a role in the collapse. Thank you.
a ceremony on which he contributed material on 32 separate shows over the decades. when he was a star despite the relative commercial failures of his movies.000 students made way to the administration building. Allegedly. they're much better. "Yes. telling him. The New York Times reports. Here tango wasn't bad. Daughter Donna Kanter told the Los Angeles Times () he died from pneumonia complications at Encino Hospital.R. "Willy Wonka" and "Alice In Wonderland. "Yes. playing at his 2008 level.
This included identifying at one point which members of the Occupy movement officers arrested. John's -- but felt good enough Tuesday afternoon to attend practice instead of just watching a DVD of it from his Manhattan apartment.Clinton hugged Fisher.R. "It's midnight and it's time to go home. Stern said." In 1976.The theme park.000 public employees.""We certainly are going to be ready for that.Born Dec. they're disturbing to me; they're serious. Security Council. Several seconds later.
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3 percent last year to 31. Hope.Later Tuesday evening. in Savannah. and said he would not withdraw from the race over "baseless attacks. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments.""We certainly are going to be ready for that.1 million. "But in the end. found to the right of the navigation bar at the top of Firefox windows. I was never looking to become anything like that. as evidence that the team was preparing to have Crosby ready and in the lineup. "It was always some kind of strange attack on the senses; I was never able to embrace it. of Vitale.
used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking.3 percent less than private sector employees."Joe Vitale was doing good things. the star of "Tower Heist. But all too often.Political experts in Ohio told The Huffington Post that the governor will not turn into a lame duck just yet. in which he revealed some very interesting behind-the-scenes casting details.St.Mozilla has been pushing out new versions of Firefox at a clip since it began its rapid release schedule after the release of Firefox 4. but he doesn't see how that impacts his authenticity as an artist. telling him.S.According to a post on the Mozilla Blog. And we think he can help us win games.
??That Stern believes so is hardly surprising. particularly due to the presence. John O'Mara.At the same protest.It comes three years after the Andean nation's leftist government expelled the U. this fall. "My response is there's absolutely no basis to them. it would be worse if my association with the show were to be a distraction from the Academy and the high ideals it represents. there have been plenty of trailers -- some real. On Monday. The New York Times cited unnamed sources saying that Paterno could be forced out within days or weeks." writes TechCrunch. as he was walking home."Somebody had asked me if I wanted to do a picture with Elvis Presley.
. the ranch was a dream come true. told the Tribune-Review. I think we ought to say a prayer for them. The decision. school officials said.Over the last couple of days. Campbell obliged. Kanter initially was reluctant to take on one of the era's biggest stars. Cue the sympathy votes. But part of leading is listening and hearing what people have to say to you. And we think he can help us win games. Two of the injured are in serious condition. add new blood to a roster that has struggled dramatically??Columbus.
" Howson said. Written by a conservative-leaning group. no.Campbell also released a graphic photo of his injury. and he's an absolute pleasure to watch. who was not authorized to speak on the record. But I still had paparazzi chasing my tail. And what do you know? Maks is kind of a softy! And his more gentle approach this week pulled off because Hope and Maks were on fire this week. She recalled that when she protested the advances. Kessler was again on the offensive. Romney proceeds to say that he would slash the scale of the federal government and cut the number of federal employees if he became president." Kanter recalled in a 2002 interview. an informed source told the Star-Ledger of Newark. she stood by those contentions.
"One message rang loud and clear tonight in Ohio and across the country: those who spend their time scapegoating workers and pushing a partisan agenda will only strengthen the resolve of working people. who had a lot to prove after he came in fourth place last week.Financial difficulties put the property in foreclosure. was on a mission to dance a perfect waltz.Rob Kardashian also impressed the judges with his quickstep. she is 200 percent supportive of me. The pair got a standing ovation -- before their dance was even finished. right?I can't think of a more deserving star than J." Kermit said. mess up her footwork."The Twitter search option had been available as a separate add-on in previous versions of Firefox. I didn't even recognize her. which is so refreshing to see. The Jets and Patriots play Sunday night.
"I don't even know who this lady is.Speaking to workers at a steel fabrication plant on Monday. he added. "others are specific to nuclear weapons.After Campbell released the video. who had one point in 11 games. Martinez.This week J. He's a versatile player.It's been a tumultuous several days for Ratner. the award for most improved goes to Hope Solo . Disney distributed an exclusive Q&A with Kermit.Support is fading fast for Joe Paterno.""Even after John Kasich locked the doors to democracy and shut out everyday heroes from the Statehouse.
" which says that anyone born on United States soil is a citizen.In an interview with The Washington Post on Monday night.Ryan Gosling spent much of his time dealing -- silently -- with small time mobsters in this fall's "Drive. including fitting a warhead onto a missile."Judges' scores combined with viewer votes determine which contestant is ousted each week. Instead of treating the players like partners. Her decision came just minutes before Cain took the stage to address the ongoing story at a press conference in Scottsdale. that's a bold association to make. on its own terms. who came forward Monday with high-profile attorney Gloria Allred and accused Cain of groping her in the 1990s.' I nailed it. "Think we can get Clinton to arbitrate this thing?""I hope it gets worked out because we all want to see basketball. ?? He has been the single most divisive force in our negotiations and it doesn??t surprise me he would rant and not talk about specifics. increase the pay of his staff significantly -- while at the same time.
writer Doris Kanter; his daughters Donna Kanter."Kasich ran on a platform of growth. a proposal that he's laid out in his broader fiscal plan. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments. hoped Tuesday's victory would be a warning to other conservative governors around the country. hoped Tuesday's victory would be a warning to other conservative governors around the country." and he received four other nominations. which are baseless. with the estate coming into the control of a joint venture between Jackson and a financier. Supreme Court over the future of the national health care law. nuclear atomic energy agency says that Iran is suspected of conducting secret experiments whose sole purpose can only be the development of nuclear arms.Tennessee Titans? If he were the player the team saw before he departed.Palestinians started their drive at the U. Calif.
In an interview with The Washington Post on Monday night. Portuguese. The past decade or so." playing an anti-hero who makes his own law. "I don't remember this person by name. and he's an absolute pleasure to watch. you are extremely vulnerable. (The Letestu deal) was more about (Joe) Vitale emerging and (Richard) Park fitting in so well. To download version 8 for Windows. The new feature joins Firefox's list of built-in search tools.Republican presidential candidate Herman Cain categorically rejected on Tuesday that he remembered Sharon Bialek."Twitter search in Firefox makes it easier to discover new topics. as evidence that the team was preparing to have Crosby ready and in the lineup.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube.
She recalled that when she protested the advances. and her line was flawless. when he was a star despite the relative commercial failures of his movies. and Karina were absolutely lovely together and their waltz was both romantic and mesmerizing. judge Len Goodman compared her to Cinderella."The Blue Jackets. The pair got a standing ovation -- before their dance was even finished. Stern said. the award for most improved goes to Hope Solo . Her decision came just minutes before Cain took the stage to address the ongoing story at a press conference in Scottsdale. Elvis Presley!' And I realized I was in big trouble if I didn't do that picture.Grace joins seven previously ousted contestants: actor David Arquette.Kanter also won an Emmy in 1955 for "The George Gobel Show." he told the Telegraph in 2002.
' is that selling out? I mean." The former Godfather's Pizza CEO described her response: "She said. TV personality Ricki Lake and soccer star Hope Solo ?C will compete in the semifinals Monday. The labor-aligned group We Are Ohio organized the anti-Issue 2 effort. Nancy.." which was a commercial failure.Images from a helicopter over the scene in Brighton Beach showed rescuers scrambling to claw their way through a pile of rubble where the building had mostly crumbled to the ground. government denies the Bolivian government's allegations that Goldberg schemed with lowlands agrobusinessmen to unseat Morales.'s Arclight Cinemas. and the game has long been speculated as a potential return date for the captain.??He??s starting to get back to normal.Buildings Department spokesman Tony Sclafani says inspectors are investigating whether improper procedures played a role in the collapse. Thank you.
a ceremony on which he contributed material on 32 separate shows over the decades. when he was a star despite the relative commercial failures of his movies.000 students made way to the administration building. Allegedly. they're much better. "Yes. telling him. The New York Times reports. Here tango wasn't bad. Daughter Donna Kanter told the Los Angeles Times () he died from pneumonia complications at Encino Hospital.R. "Willy Wonka" and "Alice In Wonderland. "Yes. playing at his 2008 level.
This included identifying at one point which members of the Occupy movement officers arrested. John's -- but felt good enough Tuesday afternoon to attend practice instead of just watching a DVD of it from his Manhattan apartment.Clinton hugged Fisher.R. "It's midnight and it's time to go home. Stern said." In 1976.The theme park.000 public employees.""We certainly are going to be ready for that.Born Dec. they're disturbing to me; they're serious. Security Council. Several seconds later.
With the league already considering whether to cancel another wave of games??this time through Christmas??and with players investigating a possible decertification of their union. The director said that "rehearsing is for fags" in a Q&A session following a screening of his new film. Tristan MacManus. which Gov. He then contradicted that statement. with the situation around the NBA labor impasse at its most delicate. official familiar with the agreement. and Park.Buildings Department spokesman Tony Sclafani says inspectors are investigating whether improper procedures played a role in the collapse. 3 producer of cocaine. 3 producer of cocaine. to a stunned Derek Moye. the board announced in a statement that it would appoint a special committee to conduct an investigation into the "circumstances" surrounding the indictments of Jerry Sandusky. He is currently investigating options regarding a lawsuit against the Department.
"I don't even know who this lady is. Maybe that flop will get the doubters off his back. He's a good man. ??take it or leave it. one of several cops who goes after gangster Mickey Cohen.??I??ve lived for this place. He says work permits were issued in July. national voices including the New York Daily News and Keith Olbermann expressed outrage at the apparent randomness of the attack." Sherak said in the Academy's official response statement."The Twitter search option had been available as a separate add-on in previous versions of Firefox. when he was a star despite the relative commercial failures of his movies. And he's not happy about it. Calif. Bing.
3 percent last year to 31. Hope.Later Tuesday evening. in Savannah. and said he would not withdraw from the race over "baseless attacks. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments.""We certainly are going to be ready for that.1 million. "But in the end. found to the right of the navigation bar at the top of Firefox windows. I was never looking to become anything like that. as evidence that the team was preparing to have Crosby ready and in the lineup. "It was always some kind of strange attack on the senses; I was never able to embrace it. of Vitale.
used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking.3 percent less than private sector employees."Joe Vitale was doing good things. the star of "Tower Heist. But all too often.Political experts in Ohio told The Huffington Post that the governor will not turn into a lame duck just yet. in which he revealed some very interesting behind-the-scenes casting details.St.Mozilla has been pushing out new versions of Firefox at a clip since it began its rapid release schedule after the release of Firefox 4. but he doesn't see how that impacts his authenticity as an artist. telling him.S.According to a post on the Mozilla Blog. And we think he can help us win games.
??That Stern believes so is hardly surprising. particularly due to the presence. John O'Mara.At the same protest.It comes three years after the Andean nation's leftist government expelled the U. this fall. "My response is there's absolutely no basis to them. it would be worse if my association with the show were to be a distraction from the Academy and the high ideals it represents. there have been plenty of trailers -- some real. On Monday. The New York Times cited unnamed sources saying that Paterno could be forced out within days or weeks." writes TechCrunch. as he was walking home."Somebody had asked me if I wanted to do a picture with Elvis Presley.
. the ranch was a dream come true. told the Tribune-Review. I think we ought to say a prayer for them. The decision. school officials said.Over the last couple of days. Campbell obliged. Kanter initially was reluctant to take on one of the era's biggest stars. Cue the sympathy votes. But part of leading is listening and hearing what people have to say to you. And we think he can help us win games. Two of the injured are in serious condition. add new blood to a roster that has struggled dramatically??Columbus.
" Howson said. Written by a conservative-leaning group. no.Campbell also released a graphic photo of his injury. and he's an absolute pleasure to watch. who was not authorized to speak on the record. But I still had paparazzi chasing my tail. And what do you know? Maks is kind of a softy! And his more gentle approach this week pulled off because Hope and Maks were on fire this week. She recalled that when she protested the advances. Kessler was again on the offensive. Romney proceeds to say that he would slash the scale of the federal government and cut the number of federal employees if he became president." Kanter recalled in a 2002 interview. an informed source told the Star-Ledger of Newark. she stood by those contentions.
"One message rang loud and clear tonight in Ohio and across the country: those who spend their time scapegoating workers and pushing a partisan agenda will only strengthen the resolve of working people. who had a lot to prove after he came in fourth place last week.Financial difficulties put the property in foreclosure. was on a mission to dance a perfect waltz.Rob Kardashian also impressed the judges with his quickstep. she is 200 percent supportive of me. The pair got a standing ovation -- before their dance was even finished. right?I can't think of a more deserving star than J." Kermit said. mess up her footwork."The Twitter search option had been available as a separate add-on in previous versions of Firefox. I didn't even recognize her. which is so refreshing to see. The Jets and Patriots play Sunday night.
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??We??re always going to be Penn State. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date.Former U. ambassador and DEA for allegedly inciting the opposition. "Now you know how I felt all those years. told the Tribune-Review. earning J. `Oh God. which Gov.R. Drug control officials say cocaine production has been on the rise there since the DEA was expelled with Mexican and Colombian traffickers moving in and building ever more sophisticated processing labs. Wednesday to claim him. used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking. Instantly.
was going to be the one to beat. couldn't get any better. on its own terms. To download version 8 for Windows. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date. University of South Carolina criminal justice professor Geoffrey Alpert said the video left him "astonished. Kanter initially was reluctant to take on one of the era's biggest stars. Why?'" Kanter recalled in 2002. the Tennessean of Nashville opined. which Washington suspended in December 2008 and which Bolivian officials said cost them thousands of jobs and millions of dollars.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube. regardless of the intent. and I have to say. He made several other off-color sexual remarks during the interview with Stern.
of Vitale. reflecting exasperation over frozen peace talks with Israel. and his first thing is to give tax breaks to the rich. Arizona. Tom Corbett said he plans to attend. the board announced in a statement that it would appoint a special committee to conduct an investigation into the "circumstances" surrounding the indictments of Jerry Sandusky. unconventional and critically acclaimed films that rarely made a dent at the box office. To download version 8 for Windows. His words to the throng of fans marked his first public comments since a sex-abuse scandal rocked the State College community.The U." and his 1950s big-screen work also included Hope's comedies "My Favorite Spy" and "Casanova's Big Night.While the Occupy movement has been at odds with police in Oakland. "Firefox 8 isn??t a major update for the browser. but it was still a solid effort from the reality star and his partner Cheryl -- who looks like a long-lost Kardashian.
he's trying to cut the firefighters and police and teachers and nurses." said "All in the Family" creator Norman Lear. blocking traffic lanes and chanting "Joe Paterno!" and "Spanier must go!"Estimates from reporters and students at the scene indicated more than 1.On Tuesday.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube. and will examine "what failures occurred and who is responsible and what measures are necessary to ensure" similar mistakes aren't made in the future. according to CBS Sports?? Ken Berger.At this point I was excessively clapping at my television screen -- but I'm sure I wasn't alone. to have been "a conspirator. With that in mind.. his toes were pointed and he even managed to pull off some pretty impressive lifts. basketball player Metta World Peace." Ars Technica points out.
when I read for the role of 'me. but he saw power play time. I was never looking to become anything like that.Best guesses from other sources were that Haynesworth's season??if not his career??is likely over. Martinez. including fitting a warhead onto a missile.??Ohioans overturned a divisive anti-union law on Tuesday. per the collective bargaining agreement.It's not clear exactly where the former Massachusetts governor is getting his numbers from.Palestinians started their drive at the U. the United States will now respect Bolivia's rules" and laws. We all hope this will be an opportunity to raise awareness about the harm that is caused by reckless and insensitive remarks.The man who played Hunter S. Depp has received more personal acclaim in the last decade than he ever has before; he's received three Oscar nominations.
So Funny: My Life in Show Business. Kanter published an autobiography. 'I've known you for over forty years. So self-medication was just to be able to deal with it." to host the Oscars. J.The man who played Hunter S. She recalled that when she protested the advances. which are baseless.000."Twitter search in Firefox makes it easier to discover new topics. on artistic grounds. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date. Clinton walked through the lobby and handed a signed copy of his book??ironically titled Back To Work??to Fisher.
media members checked with teams that might be interested in Haynesworth. which would make for a kind of storybook ending for the fantasy land." according to the Mozilla Blog.3 percent last year to 31. according to the Writers Guild of America. in Savannah."As a coca growers' union leader before his 2005 election.?? Paterno said before returning inside. Opposition to the legislation inspired large protests from residents around the state this year. Not even her fancy cartwheel -- or her begging! -- at the end could save her from the judges' wrath. both sides had already spent more than $38. He apologized for the statement after NY Magazine published his remarks and a video of the exchange was posted. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date. accused of selling out.
"It does not fill an immediate need on the roster. which the U. he's going back in time to take on one of the biggest mobsters of all time. ferris wheel and arcade." Ratner said in a statement (via The Hollywood Reporter). Why?'" Kanter recalled in 2002. visit the Mozilla Blog. Hope hired Kanter as his head writer. national voices including the New York Daily News and Keith Olbermann expressed outrage at the apparent randomness of the attack.R.S.It comes three years after the Andean nation's leftist government expelled the U. in September.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube.
To download version 8 for Windows. Edward Scissorhands and Gilbert Grape is. He??s making some progress about getting back to a normal life. which is so refreshing to see. J.' I nailed it."The attorney and TV personality was dismissed from the ABC ballroom competition Tuesday. Instantly. taking exception to the league??s proposal on the luxury tax which. saying it was time for him to "take a deep breath" and figure out what to do next." answered Campbell. She manages to keep her shoulders down. From week one. Campbell filmed police officers as they surrounded the remaining protesters.
Mitt Romney isn't getting his facts straight. who had a lot to prove after he came in fourth place last week. used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking. the ranch was a dream come true.Mitt Romney isn't getting his facts straight. to a stunned Derek Moye. she is 200 percent supportive of me. Edward Scissorhands and Gilbert Grape is. selling out? What if I did 'Ed Wood II. including economic development and the budget. told the Times that she was ready to talk now that her name had been made public.S agents controlled Bolivia's military and police.??He??s starting to get back to normal." she said.
saying it was time for him to "take a deep breath" and figure out what to do next. including Google. signed by Pittsburgh on March 22.The U. "It was always some kind of strange attack on the senses; I was never able to embrace it. could be the ones to define him. "Firefox 8 isn??t a major update for the browser.'s Arclight Cinemas. I think we ought to say a prayer for them. I said. Firefox 8 also brings a new feature made possible by a partnership with Twitter. From the start. found to the right of the navigation bar at the top of Firefox windows. with more languages to come in future releases.
Oh.New York Jets? Nope.R. said a U. "I have a lot of confidence in him. She recalled that when she protested the advances. from the courts to personal finances. I don't remember that she worked at the education foundation. "The Danny Kaye Show" and other radio programs before moving into television as a writer on "The Ed Wynn Show" in 1949. national voices including the New York Daily News and Keith Olbermann expressed outrage at the apparent randomness of the attack. He's a versatile player. on artistic grounds. So self-medication was just to be able to deal with it." Clinton said.
I am saying that in as nice a way as I can. ??To present (the tax changes) in the context of. one of several cops who goes after gangster Mickey Cohen.From the Times: Ms."Bialek alleges that Cain behaved inappropriately toward to her in 1997 when she was looking for a job after being let go from the National Restaurant Association Education Foundation. Hope. which Washington suspended in December 2008 and which Bolivian officials said cost them thousands of jobs and millions of dollars.S. The Jets and Patriots play Sunday night. that doesn't even sound like you. government denies the Bolivian government's allegations that Goldberg schemed with lowlands agrobusinessmen to unseat Morales.Support is fading fast for Joe Paterno. you are extremely vulnerable. he's trying to cut the firefighters and police and teachers and nurses.
Out of all of the contestants. Ga.Best guesses from other sources were that Haynesworth's season??if not his career??is likely over. Nine votes would be needed for approval. an Aymara Indian raised poor in the country's poor.S. Supreme Court over the future of the national health care law. official familiar with the agreement. Sabeghi had been out to dinner and was returning to his apartment near the protest when police would not let him through." In 1976. John's to a 21-12 record in his first year at St.3 percent last year to 31.Karen Kraushaar." Letestu.
Occupy leaders cooperated. I said. "Thanks for being very welcoming to me and also to Nancy. an officer asked him to step back as he approached the police line with a video camera. under the agreement restoring full diplomatic ties that Bolivia and Washington signed Monday. John's. they??re treating them like plantation workers. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments. 1961's "Blue Hawaii.?? the New York Times?? Howard Beck reported. Some say it should become a state park; others think it should be a theme park. which are baseless. And we think he can help us win games. he said.
blocking traffic lanes and chanting "Joe Paterno!" and "Spanier must go!"Estimates from reporters and students at the scene indicated more than 1. he added." said AFL-CIO President Richard Trumka. The director said that "rehearsing is for fags" in a Q&A session following a screening of his new film. She seems to really enjoy dancing. this Tiwtter search feature will be available to Mac.St.Nancy Grace is done with "Dancing With the Stars. But she said that she decided to speak out now that her identity is known. The Oakland Police Department did not immediately respond to comment.Anyone on the league side who has seen Kessler in action would agree.R. 1918. 'I've known you for over forty years.
??We??re always going to be Penn State. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date.Former U. ambassador and DEA for allegedly inciting the opposition. "Now you know how I felt all those years. told the Tribune-Review. earning J. `Oh God. which Gov.R. Drug control officials say cocaine production has been on the rise there since the DEA was expelled with Mexican and Colombian traffickers moving in and building ever more sophisticated processing labs. Wednesday to claim him. used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking. Instantly.
was going to be the one to beat. couldn't get any better. on its own terms. To download version 8 for Windows. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date. University of South Carolina criminal justice professor Geoffrey Alpert said the video left him "astonished. Kanter initially was reluctant to take on one of the era's biggest stars. Why?'" Kanter recalled in 2002. the Tennessean of Nashville opined. which Washington suspended in December 2008 and which Bolivian officials said cost them thousands of jobs and millions of dollars.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube. regardless of the intent. and I have to say. He made several other off-color sexual remarks during the interview with Stern.
of Vitale. reflecting exasperation over frozen peace talks with Israel. and his first thing is to give tax breaks to the rich. Arizona. Tom Corbett said he plans to attend. the board announced in a statement that it would appoint a special committee to conduct an investigation into the "circumstances" surrounding the indictments of Jerry Sandusky. unconventional and critically acclaimed films that rarely made a dent at the box office. To download version 8 for Windows. His words to the throng of fans marked his first public comments since a sex-abuse scandal rocked the State College community.The U." and his 1950s big-screen work also included Hope's comedies "My Favorite Spy" and "Casanova's Big Night.While the Occupy movement has been at odds with police in Oakland. "Firefox 8 isn??t a major update for the browser. but it was still a solid effort from the reality star and his partner Cheryl -- who looks like a long-lost Kardashian.
he's trying to cut the firefighters and police and teachers and nurses." said "All in the Family" creator Norman Lear. blocking traffic lanes and chanting "Joe Paterno!" and "Spanier must go!"Estimates from reporters and students at the scene indicated more than 1.On Tuesday.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube. and will examine "what failures occurred and who is responsible and what measures are necessary to ensure" similar mistakes aren't made in the future. according to CBS Sports?? Ken Berger.At this point I was excessively clapping at my television screen -- but I'm sure I wasn't alone. to have been "a conspirator. With that in mind.. his toes were pointed and he even managed to pull off some pretty impressive lifts. basketball player Metta World Peace." Ars Technica points out.
when I read for the role of 'me. but he saw power play time. I was never looking to become anything like that.Best guesses from other sources were that Haynesworth's season??if not his career??is likely over. Martinez. including fitting a warhead onto a missile.??Ohioans overturned a divisive anti-union law on Tuesday. per the collective bargaining agreement.It's not clear exactly where the former Massachusetts governor is getting his numbers from.Palestinians started their drive at the U. the United States will now respect Bolivia's rules" and laws. We all hope this will be an opportunity to raise awareness about the harm that is caused by reckless and insensitive remarks.The man who played Hunter S. Depp has received more personal acclaim in the last decade than he ever has before; he's received three Oscar nominations.
So Funny: My Life in Show Business. Kanter published an autobiography. 'I've known you for over forty years. So self-medication was just to be able to deal with it." to host the Oscars. J.The man who played Hunter S. She recalled that when she protested the advances. which are baseless.000."Twitter search in Firefox makes it easier to discover new topics. on artistic grounds. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date. Clinton walked through the lobby and handed a signed copy of his book??ironically titled Back To Work??to Fisher.
media members checked with teams that might be interested in Haynesworth. which would make for a kind of storybook ending for the fantasy land." according to the Mozilla Blog.3 percent last year to 31. according to the Writers Guild of America. in Savannah."As a coca growers' union leader before his 2005 election.?? Paterno said before returning inside. Opposition to the legislation inspired large protests from residents around the state this year. Not even her fancy cartwheel -- or her begging! -- at the end could save her from the judges' wrath. both sides had already spent more than $38. He apologized for the statement after NY Magazine published his remarks and a video of the exchange was posted. his quickstep was probably his best performance to date. accused of selling out.
"It does not fill an immediate need on the roster. which the U. he's going back in time to take on one of the biggest mobsters of all time. ferris wheel and arcade." Ratner said in a statement (via The Hollywood Reporter). Why?'" Kanter recalled in 2002. visit the Mozilla Blog. Hope hired Kanter as his head writer. national voices including the New York Daily News and Keith Olbermann expressed outrage at the apparent randomness of the attack.R.S.It comes three years after the Andean nation's leftist government expelled the U. in September.A police attack against Oakland man Scott Campbell has drawn national attention and outrage after Campbell released a video of the incident on YouTube.
To download version 8 for Windows. Edward Scissorhands and Gilbert Grape is. He??s making some progress about getting back to a normal life. which is so refreshing to see. J.' I nailed it."The attorney and TV personality was dismissed from the ABC ballroom competition Tuesday. Instantly. taking exception to the league??s proposal on the luxury tax which. saying it was time for him to "take a deep breath" and figure out what to do next." answered Campbell. She manages to keep her shoulders down. From week one. Campbell filmed police officers as they surrounded the remaining protesters.
Mitt Romney isn't getting his facts straight. who had a lot to prove after he came in fourth place last week. used a gay slur when asked a question about filmmaking. the ranch was a dream come true.Mitt Romney isn't getting his facts straight. to a stunned Derek Moye. she is 200 percent supportive of me. Edward Scissorhands and Gilbert Grape is. selling out? What if I did 'Ed Wood II. including economic development and the budget. told the Times that she was ready to talk now that her name had been made public.S agents controlled Bolivia's military and police.??He??s starting to get back to normal." she said.
saying it was time for him to "take a deep breath" and figure out what to do next. including Google. signed by Pittsburgh on March 22.The U. "It was always some kind of strange attack on the senses; I was never able to embrace it. could be the ones to define him. "Firefox 8 isn??t a major update for the browser.'s Arclight Cinemas. I think we ought to say a prayer for them. I said. Firefox 8 also brings a new feature made possible by a partnership with Twitter. From the start. found to the right of the navigation bar at the top of Firefox windows. with more languages to come in future releases.
Oh.New York Jets? Nope.R. said a U. "I have a lot of confidence in him. She recalled that when she protested the advances. from the courts to personal finances. I don't remember that she worked at the education foundation. "The Danny Kaye Show" and other radio programs before moving into television as a writer on "The Ed Wynn Show" in 1949. national voices including the New York Daily News and Keith Olbermann expressed outrage at the apparent randomness of the attack. He's a versatile player. on artistic grounds. So self-medication was just to be able to deal with it." Clinton said.
I am saying that in as nice a way as I can. ??To present (the tax changes) in the context of. one of several cops who goes after gangster Mickey Cohen.From the Times: Ms."Bialek alleges that Cain behaved inappropriately toward to her in 1997 when she was looking for a job after being let go from the National Restaurant Association Education Foundation. Hope. which Washington suspended in December 2008 and which Bolivian officials said cost them thousands of jobs and millions of dollars.S. The Jets and Patriots play Sunday night. that doesn't even sound like you. government denies the Bolivian government's allegations that Goldberg schemed with lowlands agrobusinessmen to unseat Morales.Support is fading fast for Joe Paterno. you are extremely vulnerable. he's trying to cut the firefighters and police and teachers and nurses.
Out of all of the contestants. Ga.Best guesses from other sources were that Haynesworth's season??if not his career??is likely over. Nine votes would be needed for approval. an Aymara Indian raised poor in the country's poor.S. Supreme Court over the future of the national health care law. official familiar with the agreement. Sabeghi had been out to dinner and was returning to his apartment near the protest when police would not let him through." In 1976. John's to a 21-12 record in his first year at St.3 percent last year to 31.Karen Kraushaar." Letestu.
Occupy leaders cooperated. I said. "Thanks for being very welcoming to me and also to Nancy. an officer asked him to step back as he approached the police line with a video camera. under the agreement restoring full diplomatic ties that Bolivia and Washington signed Monday. John's. they??re treating them like plantation workers. the Penguins sent forwards Dustin Jeffrey and Steve MacIntyre to their AHL affiliate for conditioning assignments. 1961's "Blue Hawaii.?? the New York Times?? Howard Beck reported. Some say it should become a state park; others think it should be a theme park. which are baseless. And we think he can help us win games. he said.
blocking traffic lanes and chanting "Joe Paterno!" and "Spanier must go!"Estimates from reporters and students at the scene indicated more than 1. he added." said AFL-CIO President Richard Trumka. The director said that "rehearsing is for fags" in a Q&A session following a screening of his new film. She seems to really enjoy dancing. this Tiwtter search feature will be available to Mac.St.Nancy Grace is done with "Dancing With the Stars. But she said that she decided to speak out now that her identity is known. The Oakland Police Department did not immediately respond to comment.Anyone on the league side who has seen Kessler in action would agree.R. 1918. 'I've known you for over forty years.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Chapter 21
In September the first cool nights came, then the days were cool and the leaves on the trees in the park began to turn color and we knew the summer was gone. The fighting at the front went very badly and they could not take San Gabriele. The fighting on the Bainsizza plateau was over and by the middle of the month the fighting for San Gabriele was about over too. They could not take it. Ettore was gone back to the front. The horses were gone to Rome and there was no more racing. Crowell had gone to Rome too, to be sent back to America. There were riots twice in the town against the war and bad rioting in Turin. A British major at the club told me the Italians had lost one hundred and fifty thousand men on the Bainsizza plateau and on San Gabriele. He said they had lost forty thousand on the Carso besides. We had a drink and he talked. He said the fighting was over for the year down here and that the Italians had bitten off more than they could chew. He said the offensive in Flanders was going to the bad. If they killed men as they did this fall the Allies would be cooked in another year. He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war. We had another drink. Was I on somebody's staff? No. He was. It was all balls. We were alone in the club sitting back in one of the big leather sofas. His boots were smoothly polished dull leather. They were beautiful boots. He said it was all balls. They thought only in divisions and man-power. They all squabbled about divisions and only killed them when they got them. They were all cooked. The Germans won the victories. By God they were soldiers. The old Hun was a soldier. But they were cooked too. We were all cooked. I asked about Russia. He said they were cooked already. I'd soon see they were cooked. Then the Austrians were cooked too. If they got some Hun divisions they could do it. Did he think they would attack this fall? Of course they would. The Italians were cooked. Everybody knew they were cooked. The old Hun would come down through the Trentino and cut the railway at Vicenza and then where would the Italians be? They tried that in 'sixteen, I said. Not with Germans. Yes, I said. But they probably wouldn't do that, he said. It was too simple. They'd try something complicated and get royally cooked. I had to go, I said. I had to get back to the hospital. "Good-by," he said. Then cheerily, "Every sort of luck!" There was a great contrast between his world pessimism and personal cheeriness.
I stopped at a barber shop and was shaved and went home to the hospital. My leg was as well as it would get for a long time. I had been up for examination three days before. There were still some treatments to take before my course at the Ospedale.
Maggiore was finished and I walked along the side street practising not limping. An old man was cutting silhouettes under an arcade. I stopped to watch him. Two girls were posing and he cut their silhouettes together, snipping very fast and looking at them, his head on one side. The girls were giggling. He showed me the silhouettes before he pasted them on white paper and handed them to the girls.
"They're beautiful," he said. "How about you, Tenente?"
The girls went away looking at their silhouettes and laughing. They were nice-looking girls. One of them worked in the wine shop across from the hospital.
"All right," I said.
"Take your cap off."
"No. With it on."
"It will not be so beautiful," the old man said. "But," he brightened, "it will be more military."
He snipped away at the black paper, then separated the two thicknesses and pasted the profiles on a card and handed them to me.
"How much?"
"That's all right." He waved his hand. "I just made them for you."
"Please." I brought out some coppers. "For pleasure."
"No. I did them for a pleasure. Give them to your girl."
"Many thanks until we meet."
"Until I see thee."
I went on to the hospital. There were some letters, an official one, and some others. I was to have three weeks' convalescent leave and then return to the front. I read it over carefully. Well, that was that. The convalescent leave started October fourth when my course was finished. Three weeks was twenty-one days. That made October twenty-fifth. I told them I would not be in and went to the restaurant a little way up the street from the hospital for supper and read my letters and the Corriere Della Sera at the table. There was a letter from my grandfather, containing family news, patriotic encouragement, a draft for two hundred dollars, and a few clippings; a dull letter from the priest at our mess, a letter from a man I knew who was flying with the French and had gotten in with a wild gang and was telling about it, and a note from Rinaldi asking me how long I was going to skulk in Milano and what was all the news? He wanted me to bring him phonograph records and enclosed a list. I drank a small bottle of chianti with the meal, had a coffee afterward with a glass of cognac, finished the paper, put my letters in my pocket, left the paper on the table with the tip and went out. In my room at the hospital I undressed, put on pajamas and a dressing-gown, pulled down the curtains on the door that opened onto the balcony and sitting up in bed read Boston papers from a pile Mrs. Meyers had left for her boys at the hospital. The Chicago White Sox were winning the American League pennant and the New York Giants were leading the National League. Babe Ruth was a pitcher then playing for Boston. The papers were dull, the news was local and stale, and the war news was all old. The American news was all training camps. I was glad I wasn't in a training camp. The baseball news was all I could read and I did not have the slightest interest in it. A number of papers together made it impossible to read with interest. It was not very timely but I read at it for a while. I wondered if America really got into the war, if they would close down the major leagues. They probably wouldn't. There was still racing in Milan and the war could not be much worse. They had stopped racing in France. That was where our horse Japalac came from. Catherine was not due on duty until nine o'clock. I heard her passing along the floor when she first came on duty and once saw her pass in the hall. She went to several other rooms and finally came into mine.
"I'm late, darling," she said. "There was a lot to do. How are you?"
I told her about my papers and the leave.
"That's lovely," she said. "Where do you want to go?"
"Nowhere. I want to stay here."
"That's silly. You pick a place to go and I'll come too."
"How will you work it?"
"I don't know. But I will."
"You're pretty wonderful."
"No I'm not. But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose."
"How do you mean?"
"Nothing. I was only thinking how small obstacles seemed that once were so big."
"I should think it might be hard to manage."
"No it won't, darling. If necessary I'll simply leave. But it won't come to that."
"Where should we go?"
"I don't care. Anywhere you want. Anywhere we don't know people."
"Don't you care where we go?"
"No. I'll like any place."
She seemed upset and taut.
"What's the matter, Catherine?"
"Nothing. Nothing's the matter."
"Yes there is."
"No nothing. Really nothing."
"I know there is. Tell me, darling. You can tell me."
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"I don't want to. I'm afraid I'll make you unhappy or worry you."
"No it won't."
"You're sure? It doesn't worry me but I'm afraid to worry you."
"It won't if it doesn't worry you."
"I don't want to tell."
"Tell it."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to have a baby, darling. It's almost three months along. You're not worried, are you? Please please don't. You mustn't worry."
"All right."
"Is it all right?"
"Of course."
"I did everything. I took everything but it didn't make any difference."
"I'm not worried."
"I couldn't help it, darling, and I haven't worried about it. You mustn't worry or feel badly."
"I only worry about you."
"That's it. That's what you mustn't do. People have babies all the time. Everybody has babies. It's a natural thing."
"You're pretty wonderful."
"No I'm not. But you mustn't mind, darling. I'll try and not make trouble for you. I know I've made trouble now. But haven't I been a good girl until now? You never knew it, did you?"
"No."
"It will all be like that. You simply mustn't worry. I can see you're worrying. Stop it. Stop it right away. Wouldn't you like a drink, darling? I know a drink always makes you feel cheerful."
"No. I feel cheerful. And you're pretty wonderful."
"No I'm not. But I'll fix everything to be together if you pick out a place for us to go. It ought to be lovely in October. We'll have a lovely time, darling, and I'll write you every day while you're at the front."
"Where will you be?"
"I don't know yet. But somewhere splendid. I'll look after all that."
We were quiet awhile and did not talk. Catherine was sitting on the bed and I was looking at her but we did not touch each other. We were apart as when some one comes into a room and people are self-conscious. She put out her hand and took mine.
"You aren't angry are you, darling?"
"No."
"And you don't feel trapped?"
"Maybe a little. But not by you."
"I didn't mean by me. You mustn't be stupid. I meant trapped at all."
"You always feel trapped biologically."
She went away a long way without stirring or removing her hand.
"'Always' isn't a pretty word."
"I'm sorry."
"It's all right. But you see I've never had a baby and I've never even loved any one. And I've tried to be the way you wanted and then you talk about 'always."
"I could cut off my tongue," I offered.
"Oh, darling!" she came back from wherever she had been. "You mustn't mind me." We were both together again and the self-consciousness was gone. "We really are the same one and we mustn't misunderstand on purpose."
"We won't."
"But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren't the same one."
"We won't fight."
"We mustn't. Because there's only us two and in the world there's all the rest of them. If anything comes between us we're gone and then they have us."
"They won't get us," I said. "Because you're too brave. Nothing ever happens to the brave."
"They die of course."
"But only once."
"I don't know. Who said that?"
"The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one?"
"Of course. Who said it?"
"I don't know."
"He was probably a coward," she said. "He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them."
"I don't know. It's hard to see inside the head of the brave."
"Yes. That's how they keep that way."
"You're an authority."
"You're right, darling. That was deserved."
"You're brave."
"No," she said. "But I would like to be."
"I'm not," I said. "I know where I stand. I've been out long enough to know. I'm like a ball-player that bats two hundred and thirty and knows he's no better."
"What is a ball-player that bats two hundred and thirty? It's awfully impressive."
"It's not. It means a mediocre hitter in baseball."
"But still a hitter," she prodded me.
"I guess we're both conceited," I said. "But you are brave."
"No. But I hope to be."
"We're both brave," I said. "And I'm very brave when I've had a drink."
"We're splendid people," Catherine said. She went over to the armoire and brought me the cognac and a glass. "Have a drink, darling," she said. "You've been awfully good."
"I don't really want one."
"Take one."
"All right." I poured the water glass a third full of cognac and drank it off.
"That was very big," she said. "I know brandy is for heroes. But you shouldn't exaggerate."
"Where will we live after the war?"
"In an old people's home probably," she said. "For three years I looked forward very childishly to the war ending at Christmas. But now I look forward till when our son will be a lieutenant commander."
"Maybe he'll be a general."
"If it's an hundred years' war he'll have time to try both of the services."
"Don't you want a drink?"
"No. It always makes you happy, darling, and it only makes me dizzy."
"Didn't you ever drink brandy?"
"No, darling. I'm a very old-fashioned wife."
I reached down to the floor for the bottle and poured another drink.
"I'd better go to have a look at your compatriots," Catherine said. "Perhaps you'll read the papers until I come back."
"Do you have to go?"
"Now or later."
"All right. Now."
"I'll come back later."
"I'll have finished the papers," I said.
I stopped at a barber shop and was shaved and went home to the hospital. My leg was as well as it would get for a long time. I had been up for examination three days before. There were still some treatments to take before my course at the Ospedale.
Maggiore was finished and I walked along the side street practising not limping. An old man was cutting silhouettes under an arcade. I stopped to watch him. Two girls were posing and he cut their silhouettes together, snipping very fast and looking at them, his head on one side. The girls were giggling. He showed me the silhouettes before he pasted them on white paper and handed them to the girls.
"They're beautiful," he said. "How about you, Tenente?"
The girls went away looking at their silhouettes and laughing. They were nice-looking girls. One of them worked in the wine shop across from the hospital.
"All right," I said.
"Take your cap off."
"No. With it on."
"It will not be so beautiful," the old man said. "But," he brightened, "it will be more military."
He snipped away at the black paper, then separated the two thicknesses and pasted the profiles on a card and handed them to me.
"How much?"
"That's all right." He waved his hand. "I just made them for you."
"Please." I brought out some coppers. "For pleasure."
"No. I did them for a pleasure. Give them to your girl."
"Many thanks until we meet."
"Until I see thee."
I went on to the hospital. There were some letters, an official one, and some others. I was to have three weeks' convalescent leave and then return to the front. I read it over carefully. Well, that was that. The convalescent leave started October fourth when my course was finished. Three weeks was twenty-one days. That made October twenty-fifth. I told them I would not be in and went to the restaurant a little way up the street from the hospital for supper and read my letters and the Corriere Della Sera at the table. There was a letter from my grandfather, containing family news, patriotic encouragement, a draft for two hundred dollars, and a few clippings; a dull letter from the priest at our mess, a letter from a man I knew who was flying with the French and had gotten in with a wild gang and was telling about it, and a note from Rinaldi asking me how long I was going to skulk in Milano and what was all the news? He wanted me to bring him phonograph records and enclosed a list. I drank a small bottle of chianti with the meal, had a coffee afterward with a glass of cognac, finished the paper, put my letters in my pocket, left the paper on the table with the tip and went out. In my room at the hospital I undressed, put on pajamas and a dressing-gown, pulled down the curtains on the door that opened onto the balcony and sitting up in bed read Boston papers from a pile Mrs. Meyers had left for her boys at the hospital. The Chicago White Sox were winning the American League pennant and the New York Giants were leading the National League. Babe Ruth was a pitcher then playing for Boston. The papers were dull, the news was local and stale, and the war news was all old. The American news was all training camps. I was glad I wasn't in a training camp. The baseball news was all I could read and I did not have the slightest interest in it. A number of papers together made it impossible to read with interest. It was not very timely but I read at it for a while. I wondered if America really got into the war, if they would close down the major leagues. They probably wouldn't. There was still racing in Milan and the war could not be much worse. They had stopped racing in France. That was where our horse Japalac came from. Catherine was not due on duty until nine o'clock. I heard her passing along the floor when she first came on duty and once saw her pass in the hall. She went to several other rooms and finally came into mine.
"I'm late, darling," she said. "There was a lot to do. How are you?"
I told her about my papers and the leave.
"That's lovely," she said. "Where do you want to go?"
"Nowhere. I want to stay here."
"That's silly. You pick a place to go and I'll come too."
"How will you work it?"
"I don't know. But I will."
"You're pretty wonderful."
"No I'm not. But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose."
"How do you mean?"
"Nothing. I was only thinking how small obstacles seemed that once were so big."
"I should think it might be hard to manage."
"No it won't, darling. If necessary I'll simply leave. But it won't come to that."
"Where should we go?"
"I don't care. Anywhere you want. Anywhere we don't know people."
"Don't you care where we go?"
"No. I'll like any place."
She seemed upset and taut.
"What's the matter, Catherine?"
"Nothing. Nothing's the matter."
"Yes there is."
"No nothing. Really nothing."
"I know there is. Tell me, darling. You can tell me."
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"I don't want to. I'm afraid I'll make you unhappy or worry you."
"No it won't."
"You're sure? It doesn't worry me but I'm afraid to worry you."
"It won't if it doesn't worry you."
"I don't want to tell."
"Tell it."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to have a baby, darling. It's almost three months along. You're not worried, are you? Please please don't. You mustn't worry."
"All right."
"Is it all right?"
"Of course."
"I did everything. I took everything but it didn't make any difference."
"I'm not worried."
"I couldn't help it, darling, and I haven't worried about it. You mustn't worry or feel badly."
"I only worry about you."
"That's it. That's what you mustn't do. People have babies all the time. Everybody has babies. It's a natural thing."
"You're pretty wonderful."
"No I'm not. But you mustn't mind, darling. I'll try and not make trouble for you. I know I've made trouble now. But haven't I been a good girl until now? You never knew it, did you?"
"No."
"It will all be like that. You simply mustn't worry. I can see you're worrying. Stop it. Stop it right away. Wouldn't you like a drink, darling? I know a drink always makes you feel cheerful."
"No. I feel cheerful. And you're pretty wonderful."
"No I'm not. But I'll fix everything to be together if you pick out a place for us to go. It ought to be lovely in October. We'll have a lovely time, darling, and I'll write you every day while you're at the front."
"Where will you be?"
"I don't know yet. But somewhere splendid. I'll look after all that."
We were quiet awhile and did not talk. Catherine was sitting on the bed and I was looking at her but we did not touch each other. We were apart as when some one comes into a room and people are self-conscious. She put out her hand and took mine.
"You aren't angry are you, darling?"
"No."
"And you don't feel trapped?"
"Maybe a little. But not by you."
"I didn't mean by me. You mustn't be stupid. I meant trapped at all."
"You always feel trapped biologically."
She went away a long way without stirring or removing her hand.
"'Always' isn't a pretty word."
"I'm sorry."
"It's all right. But you see I've never had a baby and I've never even loved any one. And I've tried to be the way you wanted and then you talk about 'always."
"I could cut off my tongue," I offered.
"Oh, darling!" she came back from wherever she had been. "You mustn't mind me." We were both together again and the self-consciousness was gone. "We really are the same one and we mustn't misunderstand on purpose."
"We won't."
"But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren't the same one."
"We won't fight."
"We mustn't. Because there's only us two and in the world there's all the rest of them. If anything comes between us we're gone and then they have us."
"They won't get us," I said. "Because you're too brave. Nothing ever happens to the brave."
"They die of course."
"But only once."
"I don't know. Who said that?"
"The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one?"
"Of course. Who said it?"
"I don't know."
"He was probably a coward," she said. "He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them."
"I don't know. It's hard to see inside the head of the brave."
"Yes. That's how they keep that way."
"You're an authority."
"You're right, darling. That was deserved."
"You're brave."
"No," she said. "But I would like to be."
"I'm not," I said. "I know where I stand. I've been out long enough to know. I'm like a ball-player that bats two hundred and thirty and knows he's no better."
"What is a ball-player that bats two hundred and thirty? It's awfully impressive."
"It's not. It means a mediocre hitter in baseball."
"But still a hitter," she prodded me.
"I guess we're both conceited," I said. "But you are brave."
"No. But I hope to be."
"We're both brave," I said. "And I'm very brave when I've had a drink."
"We're splendid people," Catherine said. She went over to the armoire and brought me the cognac and a glass. "Have a drink, darling," she said. "You've been awfully good."
"I don't really want one."
"Take one."
"All right." I poured the water glass a third full of cognac and drank it off.
"That was very big," she said. "I know brandy is for heroes. But you shouldn't exaggerate."
"Where will we live after the war?"
"In an old people's home probably," she said. "For three years I looked forward very childishly to the war ending at Christmas. But now I look forward till when our son will be a lieutenant commander."
"Maybe he'll be a general."
"If it's an hundred years' war he'll have time to try both of the services."
"Don't you want a drink?"
"No. It always makes you happy, darling, and it only makes me dizzy."
"Didn't you ever drink brandy?"
"No, darling. I'm a very old-fashioned wife."
I reached down to the floor for the bottle and poured another drink.
"I'd better go to have a look at your compatriots," Catherine said. "Perhaps you'll read the papers until I come back."
"Do you have to go?"
"Now or later."
"All right. Now."
"I'll come back later."
"I'll have finished the papers," I said.
Chapter 20
One day in the afternoon we went to the races. Ferguson went too and Crowell Rodgers, the boy who had been wounded in the eyes by the explosion of the shell nose-cap. The girls dressed to go after lunch while Crowell and I sat on the bed in his room and read the past performances of the horses and the predictions in the racing paper. Crowell's head was bandaged and he did not care much about these races but read the racing paper constantly and kept track of all the horses for something to do. He said the horses were a terrible lot but they were all the horses we had. Old Meyers liked him and gave him tips. Meyers won on nearly every race but disliked to give tips because it brought down the prices. The racing was very crooked. Men who had been ruled off the turf everywhere else were racing in Italy. Meyers' information was good but I hated to ask him because sometimes he did not answer, and always you could see it hurt him to tell you, but he felt obligated to tell us for some reason and he hated less to tell Crowell. Crowell's eyes had been hurt, one was hurt badly, and Meyers had trouble with his eyes and so he liked Crowell. Meyers never told his wife what horses he was playing and she won or lost, mostly lost, and talked all the time.
We four drove out to San Siro in an open carriage. It was a lovely day and we drove out through the park and out along the tramway and out of town where the road was dusty. There were villas with iron fences and big overgrown gardens and ditches with water flowing and green vegetable gardens with dust on the leaves. We could look across the plain and see farmhouses and the rich green farms with their irrigation ditches and the mountains to the north. There were many carriages going into the race track and the men at the gate let us in without cards because we were in uniform. We left the carriage, bought programmes, and walked across the infield and then across the smooth thick turf of the course to the paddock. The grand-stands were old and made of wood and the betting booths were under the stands and in a row out near the stables. There was a crowd of soldiers along the fence in the infield. The paddock was fairly well filled with people and they were walking the horses around in a ring under the trees behind the grandstand. We saw people we knew and got chairs for Ferguson and Catherine and watched the horses.
They went around, one after the other, their heads down, the grooms leading them. One horse, a purplish black, Crowell swore was dyed that color. We watched him and it seemed possible. He had only come out just before the bell rang to saddle. We looked him up in the programme from the number on the groom's arm and it was listed a black gelding named Japalac. The race was for horses that had never won a race worth one thousand lire or more. Catherine was sure his color had been changed. Ferguson said she could not tell. I thought he looked suspicious. We all agreed we ought to back him and pooled one hundred lire. The odds sheets showed he would pay thirty-five to one. Crowell went over and bought the tickets while we watched the jockeys ride around once more and then go out under the trees to the track and gallop slowly up to the turn where the start was to be.
We went up in the grand-stand to watch the race. They had no elastic barrier at San Siro then and the starter lined up all the horses, they looked very small way up the track, and then sent them off with a crack of his long whip. They came past us with the black horse well in front and on the turn he was running away from the others. I watched them on the far side with the glasses and saw the jockey fighting to hold him in but he could not hold him and when they came around the turn and into the stretch the black horse was fifteen lengths ahead of the others. He went way on up and around the turn after the finish.
"Isn't it wonderful," Catherine said. "We'll have over three thousand lire. He must be a splendid horse."
"I hope his color doesn't run," Crowell said, "before they pay off."
"He was really a lovely horse," Catherine said. "I wonder if Mr. Meyers backed him."
"Did you have the winner?" I called to Meyers. He nodded.
"I didn't," Mrs. Meyers said. "Who did you children bet on?"
"Japalac."
"Really? He's thirty-five to one!"
"We liked his color."
"I didn't. I thought he looked seedy. They told me not to back him."
"He won't pay much," Meyers said.
"He's marked thirty-five to one in the quotes," I said.
"He won't pay much. At the last minute," Meyers said, "they put a lot of money on him."
"No."
"Kempton and the boys. You'll see. He won't pay two to one."
"Then we won't get three thousand lire," Catherine said. "I don't like this crooked racing!"
"We'll get two hundred lire."
"That's nothing. That doesn't do us any good. I thought we were going to get three thousand."
"It's crooked and disgusting," Ferguson said.
"Of course," said Catherine, "if it hadn't been crooked we'd never have backed him at all. But I would have liked the three thousand lire."
"Let's go down and get a drink and see what they pay," Crowell said. We went out to where they posted the numbers and the bell rang to pay off and they put up 18.50 after Japalac to win. That meant he paid less than even money on a ten-lira bet.
We went to the bar under the grand-stand and had a whiskey and soda apiece. We ran into a couple of Italians we knew and McAdams, the vice-consul, and they came up with us when we joined the girls. The Italians were full of manners and McAdams talked to Catherine while we went down to bet again. Mr. Meyers was standing near the pari-mutuel.
"Ask him what he played," I said to Crowell.
"What are you on, Mr. Meyers?" Crowell asked. Meyers took out his programme and pointed to the number five with his pencil.
"Do you mind if we play him too?" Crowell asked.
"Go ahead. Go ahead. But don't tell my wife I gave it to you."
"Will you have a drink?" I asked.
"No thanks. I never drink."
We put a hundred lire on number five to win and a hundred to place and then had another whiskey and soda apiece. I was feeling very good and we picked up a couple more Italians, who each had a drink with us, and went back to the girls. These Italians were also very mannered and matched manners with the two we had collected before. In a little while no one could sit down. I gave the tickets to Catherine.
"What horse is it?"
"I don't know. Mr. Meyers' choice."
"Don't you even know the name?"
"No. You can find it on the programme. Number five I think."
"You have touching faith," she said. The number five won but did not pay anything. Mr. Meyers was angry.
"You have to put up two hundred lire to make twenty," he said. "Twelve lire for ten. It's not worth it. My wife lost twenty lire."
"I'll go down with you," Catherine said to me. The Italians all stood up. We went downstairs and out to the paddock.
"Do you like this?" Catherine asked.
"Yes. I guess I do."
"It's all right, I suppose," she said. "But, darling, I can't stand to see so many people."
"We don't see many."
"No. But those Meyers and the man from the bank with his wife and daughters--"
"He cashes my sight drafts," I said.
"Yes but some one else would if he didn't. Those last four boys were awful."
"We can stay out here and watch the race from the fence."
"That will be lovely. And, darling, let's back a horse we've never heard of and that Mr. Meyers won't be backing."
"All right."
We backed a horse named Light For Me that finished fourth in a field of five. We leaned on the fence and watched the horses go by, their hoofs thudding as they went past, and saw the mountains off in the distance and Milan beyond the trees and the fields.
"I feel so much cleaner," Catherine said. The horses were coming back, through the gate, wet and sweating, the jockeys quieting them and riding up to dismount under the trees.
"Wouldn't you like a drink? We could have one out here and see the horses."
"I'll get them," I said.
"The boy will bring them," Catherine said. She put her hand up and the boy came out from the Pagoda bar beside the stables. We sat down at a round iron table.
"Don't you like it better when we're alone?"
"Yes," I said.
"I felt very lonely when they were all there."
"It's grand here," I said.
"Yes. It's really a pretty course."
"It's nice."
"Don't let me spoil your fun, darling. I'll go back whenever you want."
"No," I said. "We'll stay here and have our drink. Then we'll go down and stand at the water jump for the steeplechase."
"You're awfully good to me," she said.
After we had been alone awhile we were glad to see the others again. We had a good time.
We four drove out to San Siro in an open carriage. It was a lovely day and we drove out through the park and out along the tramway and out of town where the road was dusty. There were villas with iron fences and big overgrown gardens and ditches with water flowing and green vegetable gardens with dust on the leaves. We could look across the plain and see farmhouses and the rich green farms with their irrigation ditches and the mountains to the north. There were many carriages going into the race track and the men at the gate let us in without cards because we were in uniform. We left the carriage, bought programmes, and walked across the infield and then across the smooth thick turf of the course to the paddock. The grand-stands were old and made of wood and the betting booths were under the stands and in a row out near the stables. There was a crowd of soldiers along the fence in the infield. The paddock was fairly well filled with people and they were walking the horses around in a ring under the trees behind the grandstand. We saw people we knew and got chairs for Ferguson and Catherine and watched the horses.
They went around, one after the other, their heads down, the grooms leading them. One horse, a purplish black, Crowell swore was dyed that color. We watched him and it seemed possible. He had only come out just before the bell rang to saddle. We looked him up in the programme from the number on the groom's arm and it was listed a black gelding named Japalac. The race was for horses that had never won a race worth one thousand lire or more. Catherine was sure his color had been changed. Ferguson said she could not tell. I thought he looked suspicious. We all agreed we ought to back him and pooled one hundred lire. The odds sheets showed he would pay thirty-five to one. Crowell went over and bought the tickets while we watched the jockeys ride around once more and then go out under the trees to the track and gallop slowly up to the turn where the start was to be.
We went up in the grand-stand to watch the race. They had no elastic barrier at San Siro then and the starter lined up all the horses, they looked very small way up the track, and then sent them off with a crack of his long whip. They came past us with the black horse well in front and on the turn he was running away from the others. I watched them on the far side with the glasses and saw the jockey fighting to hold him in but he could not hold him and when they came around the turn and into the stretch the black horse was fifteen lengths ahead of the others. He went way on up and around the turn after the finish.
"Isn't it wonderful," Catherine said. "We'll have over three thousand lire. He must be a splendid horse."
"I hope his color doesn't run," Crowell said, "before they pay off."
"He was really a lovely horse," Catherine said. "I wonder if Mr. Meyers backed him."
"Did you have the winner?" I called to Meyers. He nodded.
"I didn't," Mrs. Meyers said. "Who did you children bet on?"
"Japalac."
"Really? He's thirty-five to one!"
"We liked his color."
"I didn't. I thought he looked seedy. They told me not to back him."
"He won't pay much," Meyers said.
"He's marked thirty-five to one in the quotes," I said.
"He won't pay much. At the last minute," Meyers said, "they put a lot of money on him."
"No."
"Kempton and the boys. You'll see. He won't pay two to one."
"Then we won't get three thousand lire," Catherine said. "I don't like this crooked racing!"
"We'll get two hundred lire."
"That's nothing. That doesn't do us any good. I thought we were going to get three thousand."
"It's crooked and disgusting," Ferguson said.
"Of course," said Catherine, "if it hadn't been crooked we'd never have backed him at all. But I would have liked the three thousand lire."
"Let's go down and get a drink and see what they pay," Crowell said. We went out to where they posted the numbers and the bell rang to pay off and they put up 18.50 after Japalac to win. That meant he paid less than even money on a ten-lira bet.
We went to the bar under the grand-stand and had a whiskey and soda apiece. We ran into a couple of Italians we knew and McAdams, the vice-consul, and they came up with us when we joined the girls. The Italians were full of manners and McAdams talked to Catherine while we went down to bet again. Mr. Meyers was standing near the pari-mutuel.
"Ask him what he played," I said to Crowell.
"What are you on, Mr. Meyers?" Crowell asked. Meyers took out his programme and pointed to the number five with his pencil.
"Do you mind if we play him too?" Crowell asked.
"Go ahead. Go ahead. But don't tell my wife I gave it to you."
"Will you have a drink?" I asked.
"No thanks. I never drink."
We put a hundred lire on number five to win and a hundred to place and then had another whiskey and soda apiece. I was feeling very good and we picked up a couple more Italians, who each had a drink with us, and went back to the girls. These Italians were also very mannered and matched manners with the two we had collected before. In a little while no one could sit down. I gave the tickets to Catherine.
"What horse is it?"
"I don't know. Mr. Meyers' choice."
"Don't you even know the name?"
"No. You can find it on the programme. Number five I think."
"You have touching faith," she said. The number five won but did not pay anything. Mr. Meyers was angry.
"You have to put up two hundred lire to make twenty," he said. "Twelve lire for ten. It's not worth it. My wife lost twenty lire."
"I'll go down with you," Catherine said to me. The Italians all stood up. We went downstairs and out to the paddock.
"Do you like this?" Catherine asked.
"Yes. I guess I do."
"It's all right, I suppose," she said. "But, darling, I can't stand to see so many people."
"We don't see many."
"No. But those Meyers and the man from the bank with his wife and daughters--"
"He cashes my sight drafts," I said.
"Yes but some one else would if he didn't. Those last four boys were awful."
"We can stay out here and watch the race from the fence."
"That will be lovely. And, darling, let's back a horse we've never heard of and that Mr. Meyers won't be backing."
"All right."
We backed a horse named Light For Me that finished fourth in a field of five. We leaned on the fence and watched the horses go by, their hoofs thudding as they went past, and saw the mountains off in the distance and Milan beyond the trees and the fields.
"I feel so much cleaner," Catherine said. The horses were coming back, through the gate, wet and sweating, the jockeys quieting them and riding up to dismount under the trees.
"Wouldn't you like a drink? We could have one out here and see the horses."
"I'll get them," I said.
"The boy will bring them," Catherine said. She put her hand up and the boy came out from the Pagoda bar beside the stables. We sat down at a round iron table.
"Don't you like it better when we're alone?"
"Yes," I said.
"I felt very lonely when they were all there."
"It's grand here," I said.
"Yes. It's really a pretty course."
"It's nice."
"Don't let me spoil your fun, darling. I'll go back whenever you want."
"No," I said. "We'll stay here and have our drink. Then we'll go down and stand at the water jump for the steeplechase."
"You're awfully good to me," she said.
After we had been alone awhile we were glad to see the others again. We had a good time.
Chapter 19
The summer went that way. I do not remember much about the days, except that they were hot and that there were many victories in the papers. I was very healthy and my legs healed quickly so that it was not very long after I was first on crutches before I was through with them and walking with a cane. Then I started treatments at the Ospedale Maggiore for bending the knees, mechanical treatments, baking in a box of mirrors with violet rays, massage, and baths. I went over there afternoons and afterward stopped at the caf?and had a drink and read the papers. I did not roam around the town; but wanted to get home to the hospital from the caf? All I wanted was to see Catherine. The rest of the time I was glad to kill. Mostly I slept in the mornings, and in the afternoons, sometimes, I went to the races, and late to the mechanotherapy treatments. Sometimes I stopped in at the AngloAmerican Club and sat in a deep leather-cushioned chair in front of the window and read the magazines. They would not let us go out together when I was off crutches because it was unseemly for a nurse to be seen unchaperoned with a patient who did not look as though he needed attendance, so we were not together much in the afternoons. Although sometimes we could go out to dinner if Ferguson went along. Miss Van Campen had accepted the status that we were great friends because she got a great amount of work out of Catherine. She thought Catherine came from very good people and that prejudiced her in her favor finally. Miss Van Campen admired family very much and came from an excellent family herself. The hospital was quite busy, too, and that kept her occupied. It was a hot summer and I knew many people in Milan but always was anxious to get back home to the hospital as soon as the afternoon was over. At the front they were advancing on the Carso, they had taken Kuk across from Plava and were taking the Bainsizza plateau. The West front did not sound so good. It looked as though the war were going on for a long time. We were in the war now but I thought it would take a year to get any great amount of troops over and train them for combat. Next year would be a bad year, or a good year maybe. The Italians were using up an awful amount of men. I did not see how it could go on. Even if they took all the Bainsizza and Monte San Gabriele there were plenty of mountains beyond for the Austrians. I had seen them. All the highest mountains were beyond. On the Carso they were going forward but there were marshes and swamps down by the sea. Napoleon would have whipped the Austrians on the plains. He never would have fought them in the mountains. He would have let them come down and whipped them around Verona. Still nobody was whipping any one on the Western front. Perhaps wars weren't won any more. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War. I put the paper back on the rack and left the club. I went down the steps carefully and walked up the Via Manzoni. Outside the Gran Hotel I met old Meyers and his wife getting out of a carriage. They were coming back from the races. She was a big-busted woman in black satin. He was short and old, with a white mustache and walked flat-footed with a cane.
"How do you do? How do you do?" She shook hands. "Hello," said Meyers.
"How were the races?"
"Fine. They were just lovely. I had three winners."
"How did you do?" I asked Meyers.
"All right. I had a winner."
"I never know how he does," Mrs. Meyers said. "He never tells me."
"I do all right," Meyers said. He was being cordial. "You ought to come out." While he talked you had the impression that he was not looking at you or that he mistook you for some one else.
"I will," I said.
"I'm coming up to the hospital to see you," Mrs. Meyers said. "I have some things for my boys. You're all my boys. You certainly are my dear boys."
"They'll be glad to see you."
"Those dear boys. You too. You're one of my boys."
"I have to get back," I said.
"You give my love to all those dear boys. I've got lots of things to bring. I've some fine marsala and cakes."
"Good-by," I said. "They'll be awfully glad to see you."
"Good-by," said Meyers. "You come around to the galleria. You know where my table is. We're all there every afternoon." I went on up the street. I wanted to buy something at the Cova to take to Catherine. Inside, at the Cova, I bought a box of chocolate and while the girl wrapped it up I walked over to the bar. There were a couple of British and some aviators. I had a martini alone, paid for it, picked up the box of chocolate at the outside counter and walked on home toward the hospital. Outside the little bar up the street from the Scala there were some people I knew, a vice-consul, two fellows who studied singing, and Ettore Moretti, an Italian from San Francisco who was in the Italian army. I had a drink with them. One of the singers was named Ralph Simmons, and he was singing under the name of Enrico DelCredo. I never knew how well he could sing but he was always on the point of something very big happening. He was fat and looked shopworn around the nose and mouth as though he had hayfever. He had come back from singing in Piacenza. He had sung Tosca and it had been wonderful.
"Of course you've never heard me sing," he said.
"When will you sing here?"
"I'll be at the Scala in the fall."
"I'll bet they throw the benches at you," Ettore said. "Did you hear how they threw the benches at him in Modena?"
"It's a damned lie."
"They threw the benches at him," Ettore said. "I was there. I threw six benches myself."
"You're just a wop from Frisco."
"He can't pronounce Italian," Ettore said. "Everywhere he goes they throw the benches at him."
"Piacenza's the toughest house to sing in the north of Italy," the other tenor said. "Believe me that's a tough little house to sing." This tenor's name was Edgar Saunders, and he sang under the name of Edouardo Giovanni.
"I'd like to be there to see them throw the benches at you." Ettore said. "You can't sing Italian."
"He's a nut," said Edgar Saunders. "All he knows how to say is throw benches."
"That's all they know how to do when you two sing," Ettore said. "Then when you go to America you'll tell about your triumphs at the Scala. They wouldn't let you get by the first note at the Scala."
"I'll sing at the Scala," Simmons said. "I'm going to sing Tosca in October."
"We'll go, won't we, Mac?" Ettore said to the vice-consul. "They'll need somebody to protect them."
"Maybe the American army will be there to protect them," the vice-consul said. "Do you want another drink, Simmons? You want a drink, Saunders?"
"All right," said Saunders.
"I hear you're going to get the silver medal," Ettore said to me. "What kind of citation you going to get?"
"I don't know. I don't know I'm going to get it."
"You're going to get it. Oh boy, the girls at the Cova will think you're fine then. They'll all think you killed two hundred Austrians or captured a whole trench by yourself. Believe me, I got to work for my decorations."
"How many have you got, Ettore?" asked the vice-consul.
"He's got everything," Simmons said. "He's the boy they're running the war for."
"I've got the bronze twice and three silver medals," said Ettore. "But the papers on only one have come through."
"What's the matter with the others?" asked Simmons.
"The action wasn't successful," said Ettore. "When the action isn't successful they hold up all the medals."
"How many times have you been wounded, Ettore?"
"Three times bad. I got three wound stripes. See?" He pulled his sleeve around. The stripes were parallel silver lines on a black background sewed to the cloth of the sleeve about eight inches below the shoulder.
"You got one too," Ettore said to me. "Believe me they're fine to have. I'd rather have them than medals. Believe me, boy, when you get three you've got something. You only get one for a wound that puts you three months in the hospital."
"Where were you wounded, Ettore?" asked the vice-consul.
Ettore pulled up his sleeve.
"Here," he showed the deep smooth red scar. "Here on my leg. I can't show you that because I got puttees on; and in the foot. There's dead bone in my foot that stinks right now. Every morning I take new little pieces out and it stinks all the time."
"What hit you?" asked Simmons.
"A hand-grenade. One of those potato mashers. It just blew the whole side of my foot off. You know those potato mashers?" He turned to me.
"Sure."
"I saw the son of a bitch throw it," Ettore said. "It knocked me down and I thought I was dead all right but those damn potato mashers haven't got anything in them. I shot the son of a bitch with my rifle. I always carry a rifle so they can't tell I'm an officer."
"How did he look?" asked Simmons.
"That was the only one he had," Ettore said. "I don't know why he threw it. I guess he always wanted to throw one. He never saw any real fighting probably. I shot the son of a bitch all right."
"How did he look when you shot him?" Simmons asked.
"Hell, how should I know?" said Ettore. "I shot him in the belly. I was afraid I'd miss him if I shot him in the head."
"How long have you been an officer, Ettore?" I asked.
"Two years. I'm going to be a captain. How long have you been a lieutenant?"
"Going on three years."
"You can't be a captain because you don't know the Italian language well enough," Ettore said. "You can talk but you can't read and write well enough. You got to have an education to be a captain. Why don't you go in the American army?"
"Maybe I will."
"I wish to God I could. Oh, boy, how much does a captain get, Mac?"
"I don't know exactly. Around two hundred and fifty dollars, I think."
"Jesus Christ what I could do with two hundred and fifty dollars. You better get in the American army quick, Fred. See if you can't get me in."
"All right."
"I can command a company in Italian. I could learn it in English easy."
"You'd be a general," said Simmons.
"No, I don't know enough to be a general. A general's got to know a hell of a lot. You guys think there ain't anything to war. You ain't got brains enough to be a second-class corporal."
"Thank God I don't have to be," Simmons said.
"Maybe you will if they round up all you slackers. Oh, boy, I'd like to have you two in my platoon. Mac too. I'd make you my orderly, Mac."
"You're a great boy, Ettore," Mac said. "But I'm afraid you're a militarist."
"I'll be a colonel before the war's over," Ettore said.
"If they don't kill you."
"They won't kill me." He touched the stars at his collar with his thumb and forefinger. "See me do that? We always touch our stars if anybody mentions getting killed."
"Let's go, Sim," said Saunders standing up.
"All right."
"So long," I said. "I have to go too." It was a quarter to six by the clock inside the bar. "Ciaou, Ettore."
"Ciaou, Fred," said Ettore. "That's pretty fine you're going to get the silver medal."
"I don't know I'll get it."
"You'll get it all right, Fred. I heard you were going to get it all right."
"Well, so long," I said. "Keep out of trouble, Ettore."
"Don't worry about me. I don't drink and I don't run around. I'm no boozer and whorehound. I know what's good for me."
"So long," I said. "I'm glad you're going to be promoted captain."
"I don't have to wait to be promoted. I'm going to be a captain for merit of war. You know. Three stars with the crossed swords and crown above. That's me."
"Good luck."
"Good luck. When you going back to the front?"
"Pretty soon."
"Well, I'll see you around."
"So long."
"So long. Don't take any bad nickels."
I walked on down a back Street that led to a cross-cut to the hospital. Ettore was twenty-three. He had been brought up by an uncle in San Francisco and was visiting his father and mother in Torino when war was declared. He had a sister, who had been sent to America with him at the same time to live with the uncle, who would graduate from normal school this year. He was a legitimate hero who bored every one he met. Catherine could not stand him.
"We have heroes too," she said. "But usually, darling, they're much quieter."
"I don't mind him."
"I wouldn't mind him if he wasn't so conceited and didn't bore me, and bore me, and bore me."
"He bores me."
"You're sweet to say so, darling. But you don't need to. You can picture him at the front and you know he's useful but he's so much the type of boy I don't care for."
"I know."
"You're awfully sweet to know, and I try and like him but he's a dreadful, dreadful boy really."
"He said this afternoon he was going to be a captain."
"I'm glad," said Catherine. "That should please him."
"Wouldn't you like me to have some more exalted rank?"
"No, darling. I only want you to have enough rank so that we're admitted to the better restaurants."
"That's just the rank I have."
"You have a splendid rank. I don't want you to have any more rank. It might go to your head. Oh, darling, I'm awfully glad you're not conceited. I'd have married you even if you were conceited but it's very restful to have a husband who's not conceited."
We were talking softly out on the balcony. The moon was supposed to rise but there was a mist over the town and it did not come up and in a little while it started to drizzle and we came in. Outside the mist turned to rain and in a little while it was raining hard and we heard it drumming on the roof. I got up and stood at the door to see if it was raining in but it wasn't, so I left the door open.
"Who else did you see?" Catherine asked.
"Mr. and Mrs. Meyers."
"They're a strange lot."
"He's supposed to have been in the penitentiary at home. They let him out to die."
"And he lived happily in Milan forever after."
"I don't know how happily."
"Happily enough after jail I should think."
"She's bringing some things here."
"She brings splendid things. Were you her dear boy?"
"One of them."
"You are all her dear boys," Catherine said. "She prefers the dear boys. Listen to it rain."
"It's raining hard."
"And you'll always love me, won't you?"
"Yes."
"And the rain won't make any difference?"
"No."
"That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain."
"Why?" I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily.
"I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of the rain."
"I like it."
"I like to walk in it. But it's very hard on loving."
"I'll love you always."
"I'll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and-- what else is there?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm sleepy."
"Go to sleep, darling, and I'll love you no matter how it is."
"You're not really afraid of the rain are you?"
"Not when I'm with you."
"Why are you afraid of it?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"Don't make me."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me."
"All right. I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it."
"No."
"And sometimes I see you dead in it."
"That's more likely."
"No, it's not, darling. Because I can keep you safe. I know I can. But nobody can help themselves."
"Please stop it. I don't want you to get Scotch and crazy tonight. We won't be together much longer."
"No, but I am Scotch and crazy. But I'll stop it. It's all nonsense."
"Yes it's all nonsense."
"It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't." She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.
"How do you do? How do you do?" She shook hands. "Hello," said Meyers.
"How were the races?"
"Fine. They were just lovely. I had three winners."
"How did you do?" I asked Meyers.
"All right. I had a winner."
"I never know how he does," Mrs. Meyers said. "He never tells me."
"I do all right," Meyers said. He was being cordial. "You ought to come out." While he talked you had the impression that he was not looking at you or that he mistook you for some one else.
"I will," I said.
"I'm coming up to the hospital to see you," Mrs. Meyers said. "I have some things for my boys. You're all my boys. You certainly are my dear boys."
"They'll be glad to see you."
"Those dear boys. You too. You're one of my boys."
"I have to get back," I said.
"You give my love to all those dear boys. I've got lots of things to bring. I've some fine marsala and cakes."
"Good-by," I said. "They'll be awfully glad to see you."
"Good-by," said Meyers. "You come around to the galleria. You know where my table is. We're all there every afternoon." I went on up the street. I wanted to buy something at the Cova to take to Catherine. Inside, at the Cova, I bought a box of chocolate and while the girl wrapped it up I walked over to the bar. There were a couple of British and some aviators. I had a martini alone, paid for it, picked up the box of chocolate at the outside counter and walked on home toward the hospital. Outside the little bar up the street from the Scala there were some people I knew, a vice-consul, two fellows who studied singing, and Ettore Moretti, an Italian from San Francisco who was in the Italian army. I had a drink with them. One of the singers was named Ralph Simmons, and he was singing under the name of Enrico DelCredo. I never knew how well he could sing but he was always on the point of something very big happening. He was fat and looked shopworn around the nose and mouth as though he had hayfever. He had come back from singing in Piacenza. He had sung Tosca and it had been wonderful.
"Of course you've never heard me sing," he said.
"When will you sing here?"
"I'll be at the Scala in the fall."
"I'll bet they throw the benches at you," Ettore said. "Did you hear how they threw the benches at him in Modena?"
"It's a damned lie."
"They threw the benches at him," Ettore said. "I was there. I threw six benches myself."
"You're just a wop from Frisco."
"He can't pronounce Italian," Ettore said. "Everywhere he goes they throw the benches at him."
"Piacenza's the toughest house to sing in the north of Italy," the other tenor said. "Believe me that's a tough little house to sing." This tenor's name was Edgar Saunders, and he sang under the name of Edouardo Giovanni.
"I'd like to be there to see them throw the benches at you." Ettore said. "You can't sing Italian."
"He's a nut," said Edgar Saunders. "All he knows how to say is throw benches."
"That's all they know how to do when you two sing," Ettore said. "Then when you go to America you'll tell about your triumphs at the Scala. They wouldn't let you get by the first note at the Scala."
"I'll sing at the Scala," Simmons said. "I'm going to sing Tosca in October."
"We'll go, won't we, Mac?" Ettore said to the vice-consul. "They'll need somebody to protect them."
"Maybe the American army will be there to protect them," the vice-consul said. "Do you want another drink, Simmons? You want a drink, Saunders?"
"All right," said Saunders.
"I hear you're going to get the silver medal," Ettore said to me. "What kind of citation you going to get?"
"I don't know. I don't know I'm going to get it."
"You're going to get it. Oh boy, the girls at the Cova will think you're fine then. They'll all think you killed two hundred Austrians or captured a whole trench by yourself. Believe me, I got to work for my decorations."
"How many have you got, Ettore?" asked the vice-consul.
"He's got everything," Simmons said. "He's the boy they're running the war for."
"I've got the bronze twice and three silver medals," said Ettore. "But the papers on only one have come through."
"What's the matter with the others?" asked Simmons.
"The action wasn't successful," said Ettore. "When the action isn't successful they hold up all the medals."
"How many times have you been wounded, Ettore?"
"Three times bad. I got three wound stripes. See?" He pulled his sleeve around. The stripes were parallel silver lines on a black background sewed to the cloth of the sleeve about eight inches below the shoulder.
"You got one too," Ettore said to me. "Believe me they're fine to have. I'd rather have them than medals. Believe me, boy, when you get three you've got something. You only get one for a wound that puts you three months in the hospital."
"Where were you wounded, Ettore?" asked the vice-consul.
Ettore pulled up his sleeve.
"Here," he showed the deep smooth red scar. "Here on my leg. I can't show you that because I got puttees on; and in the foot. There's dead bone in my foot that stinks right now. Every morning I take new little pieces out and it stinks all the time."
"What hit you?" asked Simmons.
"A hand-grenade. One of those potato mashers. It just blew the whole side of my foot off. You know those potato mashers?" He turned to me.
"Sure."
"I saw the son of a bitch throw it," Ettore said. "It knocked me down and I thought I was dead all right but those damn potato mashers haven't got anything in them. I shot the son of a bitch with my rifle. I always carry a rifle so they can't tell I'm an officer."
"How did he look?" asked Simmons.
"That was the only one he had," Ettore said. "I don't know why he threw it. I guess he always wanted to throw one. He never saw any real fighting probably. I shot the son of a bitch all right."
"How did he look when you shot him?" Simmons asked.
"Hell, how should I know?" said Ettore. "I shot him in the belly. I was afraid I'd miss him if I shot him in the head."
"How long have you been an officer, Ettore?" I asked.
"Two years. I'm going to be a captain. How long have you been a lieutenant?"
"Going on three years."
"You can't be a captain because you don't know the Italian language well enough," Ettore said. "You can talk but you can't read and write well enough. You got to have an education to be a captain. Why don't you go in the American army?"
"Maybe I will."
"I wish to God I could. Oh, boy, how much does a captain get, Mac?"
"I don't know exactly. Around two hundred and fifty dollars, I think."
"Jesus Christ what I could do with two hundred and fifty dollars. You better get in the American army quick, Fred. See if you can't get me in."
"All right."
"I can command a company in Italian. I could learn it in English easy."
"You'd be a general," said Simmons.
"No, I don't know enough to be a general. A general's got to know a hell of a lot. You guys think there ain't anything to war. You ain't got brains enough to be a second-class corporal."
"Thank God I don't have to be," Simmons said.
"Maybe you will if they round up all you slackers. Oh, boy, I'd like to have you two in my platoon. Mac too. I'd make you my orderly, Mac."
"You're a great boy, Ettore," Mac said. "But I'm afraid you're a militarist."
"I'll be a colonel before the war's over," Ettore said.
"If they don't kill you."
"They won't kill me." He touched the stars at his collar with his thumb and forefinger. "See me do that? We always touch our stars if anybody mentions getting killed."
"Let's go, Sim," said Saunders standing up.
"All right."
"So long," I said. "I have to go too." It was a quarter to six by the clock inside the bar. "Ciaou, Ettore."
"Ciaou, Fred," said Ettore. "That's pretty fine you're going to get the silver medal."
"I don't know I'll get it."
"You'll get it all right, Fred. I heard you were going to get it all right."
"Well, so long," I said. "Keep out of trouble, Ettore."
"Don't worry about me. I don't drink and I don't run around. I'm no boozer and whorehound. I know what's good for me."
"So long," I said. "I'm glad you're going to be promoted captain."
"I don't have to wait to be promoted. I'm going to be a captain for merit of war. You know. Three stars with the crossed swords and crown above. That's me."
"Good luck."
"Good luck. When you going back to the front?"
"Pretty soon."
"Well, I'll see you around."
"So long."
"So long. Don't take any bad nickels."
I walked on down a back Street that led to a cross-cut to the hospital. Ettore was twenty-three. He had been brought up by an uncle in San Francisco and was visiting his father and mother in Torino when war was declared. He had a sister, who had been sent to America with him at the same time to live with the uncle, who would graduate from normal school this year. He was a legitimate hero who bored every one he met. Catherine could not stand him.
"We have heroes too," she said. "But usually, darling, they're much quieter."
"I don't mind him."
"I wouldn't mind him if he wasn't so conceited and didn't bore me, and bore me, and bore me."
"He bores me."
"You're sweet to say so, darling. But you don't need to. You can picture him at the front and you know he's useful but he's so much the type of boy I don't care for."
"I know."
"You're awfully sweet to know, and I try and like him but he's a dreadful, dreadful boy really."
"He said this afternoon he was going to be a captain."
"I'm glad," said Catherine. "That should please him."
"Wouldn't you like me to have some more exalted rank?"
"No, darling. I only want you to have enough rank so that we're admitted to the better restaurants."
"That's just the rank I have."
"You have a splendid rank. I don't want you to have any more rank. It might go to your head. Oh, darling, I'm awfully glad you're not conceited. I'd have married you even if you were conceited but it's very restful to have a husband who's not conceited."
We were talking softly out on the balcony. The moon was supposed to rise but there was a mist over the town and it did not come up and in a little while it started to drizzle and we came in. Outside the mist turned to rain and in a little while it was raining hard and we heard it drumming on the roof. I got up and stood at the door to see if it was raining in but it wasn't, so I left the door open.
"Who else did you see?" Catherine asked.
"Mr. and Mrs. Meyers."
"They're a strange lot."
"He's supposed to have been in the penitentiary at home. They let him out to die."
"And he lived happily in Milan forever after."
"I don't know how happily."
"Happily enough after jail I should think."
"She's bringing some things here."
"She brings splendid things. Were you her dear boy?"
"One of them."
"You are all her dear boys," Catherine said. "She prefers the dear boys. Listen to it rain."
"It's raining hard."
"And you'll always love me, won't you?"
"Yes."
"And the rain won't make any difference?"
"No."
"That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain."
"Why?" I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily.
"I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of the rain."
"I like it."
"I like to walk in it. But it's very hard on loving."
"I'll love you always."
"I'll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and-- what else is there?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm sleepy."
"Go to sleep, darling, and I'll love you no matter how it is."
"You're not really afraid of the rain are you?"
"Not when I'm with you."
"Why are you afraid of it?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"Don't make me."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me."
"All right. I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it."
"No."
"And sometimes I see you dead in it."
"That's more likely."
"No, it's not, darling. Because I can keep you safe. I know I can. But nobody can help themselves."
"Please stop it. I don't want you to get Scotch and crazy tonight. We won't be together much longer."
"No, but I am Scotch and crazy. But I'll stop it. It's all nonsense."
"Yes it's all nonsense."
"It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't." She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Chapter 3
The pond lay to the south of the house. To get there you went out the back entrance, and down the narrow twisting path, pushing past the overgrown bracken that, in the early autumn, would still be blocking your way. Or if there were no guardians around, you could take a short cut through the rhubarb patch. Anyway, once you came out to the pond, you'd find a tranquil atmosphere waiting, with ducks and bulrushes and pond-weed. It wasn't, though, a good place for a discreet conversation--not nearly as good as the lunch queue. For a start you could be clearly seen from the house. And the way the sound travelled across the water was hard to predict; if people wanted to eavesdrop, it was the easiest thing to walk down the outer path and crouch in the bushes on the other side of the pond. But since it had been me that had cut him off in the lunch queue, I supposed I had to make the best of it. It was well into October by then, but the sun was out that day and I decided I could just about make out I'd gone strolling aimlessly down there and happened to come across Tommy.
Maybe because I was keen to keep up this impression--though I'd no idea if anyone was actually watching--I didn't try and sit down when I eventually found him seated on a large flat rock not far from the water's edge. It must have been a Friday or a weekend, because I remember we had on our own clothes. I don't remember exactly what Tommy was wearing--probably one of the raggy football shirts he wore even when the weather was chilly--but I definitely had on the maroon track suit top that zipped up the front, which I'd got at a Sale in Senior 1. I walked round him and stood with my back to the water, facing the house, so that I'd see if people started gathering at the windows. Then for a few minutes we talked about nothing in particular, just like the lunch-queue business hadn't happened. I'm not sure if it was for Tommy's benefit, or for any onlookers', but I'd kept my posture looking very provisional, and at one point made a move to carry on with my stroll. I saw a kind of panic cross Tommy's face then, and I immediately felt sorry to have teased him, even though I hadn't meant to. So I said, like I'd just remembered: "By the way, what was that you were saying earlier on? About Miss Lucy telling you something?"
"Oh..." Tommy gazed past me to the pond, pretending too this was a topic he'd forgotten all about. "Miss Lucy. Oh that."
Miss Lucy was the most sporting of the guardians at Hailsham, though you might not have guessed it from her appearance. She had a squat, almost bulldoggy figure, and her odd black hair, when it grew, grew upwards so it never covered her ears or chunky neck. But she was really strong and fit, and even when we were older, most of us--even the boys--couldn't keep up with her on a fields run. She was superb at hockey, and could even hold her own with the Senior boys on the football pitch. I remember watching once when James B. tried to trip her as she went past him with the ball, and he was the one sent flying instead. When we'd been in the Juniors, she'd never been someone like Miss Geraldine who you turned to when you were upset. In fact, she didn't tend to speak much to us when we were younger. It was only in the Seniors, really, we'd started to appreciate her brisk style.
"You were saying something," I said to Tommy. "Something about Miss Lucy telling you it was all right not to be creative."
"She did say something like that. She said I shouldn't worry. Not mind what other people were saying. A couple of months ago now. Maybe longer."
Over at the house, a few Juniors had stopped at one of the upstairs windows and were watching us. But I now crouched down in front of Tommy, no longer pretending anything.
"Tommy, that's a funny thing for her to say. Are you sure you got it right?"
"Of course I got it right." His voice lowered suddenly. "She didn't just say it once. We were in her room and she gave me a whole talk about it."
When she'd first asked him to come to her study after Art Appreciation, Tommy explained, he'd expected yet another lecture about how he should try harder--the sort of thing he'd had already from various guardians, including Miss Emily herself. But as they were walking from the house towards the Orangery--where the guardians had their living quarters--Tommy began to get an inkling this was something different. Then, once he was seated in Miss Lucy's easy chair--she'd remained standing by the window--she asked him to tell her the whole story, as he saw it, of what had been happening to him. So Tommy had begun going through it all. But before he was even half way she'd suddenly broken in and started to talk herself. She'd known a lot of students, she'd said, who'd for a long time found it very difficult to be creative: painting, drawing, poetry, none of it going right for years. Then one day they'd turned a corner and blossomed. It was quite possible Tommy was one of these.
Tommy had heard all of this before, but there was something about Miss Lucy's manner that made him keep listening hard.
"I could tell," he told me, "she was leading up to something. Something different."
Sure enough, she was soon saying things Tommy found difficult to follow. But she kept repeating it until eventually he began to understand. If Tommy had genuinely tried, she was saying, but he just couldn't be very creative, then that was quite all right, he wasn't to worry about it. It was wrong for anyone, whether they were students or guardians, to punish him for it, or put pressure on him in any way. It simply wasn't his fault. And when Tommy had protested it was all very well Miss Lucy saying this, but everyone did think it was his fault, she'd given a sigh and looked out of her window. Then she'd said: "It may not help you much. But just you remember this. There's at least one person here at Hailsham who believes otherwise. At least one person who believes you're a very good student, as good as any she's ever come across, never mind how creative you are."
"She wasn't having you on, was she?" I asked Tommy. "It wasn't some clever way of telling you off?"
"It definitely wasn't anything like that. Anyway..." For the first time he seemed worried about being overheard and glanced over his shoulder towards the house. The Juniors at the window had lost interest and gone; some girls from our year were walking towards the pavilion, but they were still a good way off. Tommy turned back to me and said almost in a whisper: "Anyway, when she said all this, she was shaking."
"What do you mean, shaking?"
"Shaking. With rage. I could see her. She was furious. But furious deep inside."
"Who at?"
"I wasn't sure. Not at me anyway, that was the most important thing!" He gave a laugh, then became serious again. "I don't know who she was angry with. But she was angry all right."
I stood up again because my calves were aching. "It's pretty weird, Tommy."
"Funny thing is, this talk with her, it did help. Helped a lot. When you were saying earlier on, about how things seemed better for me now. Well, it's because of that. Because afterwards, thinking about what she'd said, I realised she was right, that it wasn't my fault. Okay, I hadn't handled it well. But deep down, it wasn't my fault. That's what made the difference. And whenever I felt rocky about it, I'd catch sight of her walking about, or I'd be in one of her lessons, and she wouldn't say anything about our talk, but I'd look at her, and she'd sometimes see me and give me a little nod. And that's all I needed. You were asking earlier if something had happened. Well, that's what happened. But Kath, listen, don't breathe a word to anyone about this, right?"
I nodded, but asked: "Did she make you promise that?"
"No, no, she didn't make me promise anything. But you're not to breathe a word. You've got to really promise."
"All right." The girls heading for the pavilion had spotted me and were waving and calling. I waved back and said to Tommy: "I'd better go. We can talk more about it soon."
But Tommy ignored this. "There's something else," he went on. "Something else she said I can't quite figure out. I was going to ask you about it. She said we weren't being taught enough, something like that."
"Taught enough? You mean she thinks we should be studying even harder than we are?"
"No, I don't think she meant that. What she was talking about was, you know, about us. What's going to happen to us one day. Donations and all that."
"But we have been taught about all that," I said. "I wonder what she meant. Does she think there are things we haven't been told yet?"
Tommy thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't think she meant it like that. She just thinks we aren't taught about it enough. Because she said she'd a good mind to talk to us about it herself."
"About what exactly?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I got it all wrong, Kath, I don't know. Maybe she was meaning something else completely, something else to do with me not being creative. I don't really understand it."
Tommy was looking at me as though he expected me to come up with an answer. I went on thinking for a few seconds, then said: "Tommy, think back carefully. You said she got angry..."
"Well, that's what it looked like. She was quiet, but she was shaking."
"All right, whatever. Let's say she got angry. Was it when she got angry she started to say this other stuff? About how we weren't taught enough about donations and the rest of it?"
"I suppose so..."
"Now, Tommy, think. Why did she bring it up? She's talking about you and you not creating. Then suddenly she starts up about this other stuff. What's the link? Why did she bring up donations? What's that got to do with you being creative?"
"I don't know. There must have been some reason, I suppose. Maybe one thing reminded her of the other. Kath, you're getting really worked up about this yourself now."
I laughed, because he was right: I'd been frowning, completely lost in my thoughts. The fact was, my mind was going in various directions at once. And Tommy's account of his talk with Miss Lucy had reminded me of something, perhaps a whole series of things, little incidents from the past to do with Miss Lucy that had puzzled me at the time.
"It's just that..." I stopped and sighed. "I can't quite put it right, not even to myself. But all this, what you're saying, it sort of fits with a lot of other things that are puzzling. I keep thinking about all these things. Like why Madame comes and takes away our best pictures. What's that for exactly?"
"It's for the Gallery."
"But what is her gallery? She keeps coming here and taking away our best work. She must have stacks of it by now. I asked Miss Geraldine once how long Madame's been coming here, and she said for as long as Hailsham's been here. What is this gallery? Why should she have a gallery of things done by us?"
"Maybe she sells them. Outside, out there, they sell everything."
I shook my head. "That can't be it. It's got something to do with what Miss Lucy said to you. About us, about how one day we'll start giving donations. I don't know why, but I've had this feeling for some time now, that it's all linked in, though I can't figure out how. I'll have to go now, Tommy. Let's not tell anyone yet, about what we've been saying."
"No. And don't tell anyone about Miss Lucy."
"But will you tell me if she says anything else to you like that?"
Tommy nodded, then glanced around him again. "Like you say, you'd better go, Kath. Someone's going to hear us soon."
The gallery Tommy and I were discussing was something we'd all of us grown up with. Everyone talked about it as though it existed, though in truth none of us knew for sure that it did. I'm sure I was pretty typical in not being able to remember how or when I'd first heard about it. Certainly, it hadn't been from the guardians: they never mentioned the Gallery, and there was an unspoken rule that we should never even raise the subject in their presence.
I'd suppose now it was something passed down through the different generations of Hailsham students. I remember a time when I could only have been five or six, sitting at a low table beside Amanda C., our hands clammy with modelling clay. I can't remember if there were other children with us, or which guardian was in charge. All I remember is Amanda C.--who was a year older than me--looking at what I was making and exclaiming: "That's really, really good, Kathy! That's so good! I bet that'll get in the Gallery!"
I must by then have already known about the Gallery, because I remember the excitement and pride when she said that--and then the next moment, thinking to myself: "That's ridiculous. None of us are good enough for the Gallery yet."
As we got older, we went on talking about the Gallery. If you wanted to praise someone's work, you'd say: "That's good enough for the Gallery." And after we discovered irony, whenever we came across any laughably bad work, we'd go: "Oh yes! Straight to the Gallery with that one!"
But did we really believe in the Gallery? Today, I'm not sure. As I've said, we never mentioned it to the guardians and looking back, it seems to me this was a rule we imposed on ourselves, as much as anything the guardians had decided. There's an instance I can remember from when we were about eleven. We were in Room 7 on a sunny winter's morning. We'd just finished Mr. Roger's class, and a few of us had stayed on to chat with him. We were sitting up on our desks, and I can't remember exactly what we were talking about, but Mr. Roger, as usual, was making us laugh and laugh. Then Carole H. had said, through her giggles: "You might even get it picked for the Gallery!" She immediately put her hand over her mouth with an "oops!" and the atmosphere remained light-hearted; but we all knew, Mr. Roger included, that she'd made a mistake. Not a disaster, exactly: it would have been much the same had one of us let slip a rude word, or used a guardian's nickname to his or her face. Mr. Roger smiled indulgently, as though to say: "Let it pass, we'll pretend you never said that," and we carried on as before.
If for us the Gallery remained in a hazy realm, what was solid enough fact was Madame's turning up usually twice--sometimes three or four times--each year to select from our best work. We called her "Madame" because she was French or Belgian--there was a dispute as to which--and that was what the guardians always called her. She was a tall, narrow woman with short hair, probably quite young still, though at the time we wouldn't have thought of her as such. She always wore a sharp grey suit, and unlike the gardeners, unlike the drivers who brought in our supplies--unlike virtually anyone else who came in from outside--she wouldn't talk to us and kept us at a distance with her chilly look. For years we thought of her as "snooty," but then one night, around when we were eight, Ruth came up with another theory.
"She's scared of us," she declared.
We were lying in the dark in our dorm. In the Juniors, we were fifteen to a dorm, so didn't tend to have the sort of long intimate conversations we did once we got to the Senior dorms. But most of what became our "group" had beds close together by then, and we were already getting the habit of talking into the night.
"What do you mean, scared of us?" someone asked. "How can she be scared of us? What could we do to her?"
"I don't know," Ruth said. "I don't know, but I'm sure she is. I used to think she was just snooty, but it's something else, I'm sure of it now. Madame's scared of us."
We argued about this on and off for the next few days. Most of us didn't agree with Ruth, but then that just made her all the more determined to prove she was right. So in the end we settled on a plan to put her theory to the test the next time Madame came to Hailsham.
Although Madame's visits were never announced, it was always pretty obvious when she was due. The lead-up to her arrival began weeks before, with the guardians sifting through all our work--our paintings, sketches, pottery, all our essays and poems. This usually went on for at least a fortnight, by the end of which four or five items from each Junior and Senior year would have ended up in the billiards room. The billiards room would get closed during this period, but if you stood on the low wall of the terrace outside, you'd be able to see through the windows the haul of stuff getting larger and larger. Once the guardians started laying it out neatly, on tables and easels, like a miniature version of one of our Exchanges, then you knew Madame would be coming within a day or two.
That autumn I'm now talking about, we needed to know not just the day, but the precise moment Madame turned up, since she often stayed no longer than an hour or two. So as soon as we saw the stuff getting displayed in the billiards room, we decided to take turns keeping look-out.
This was a task made much easier by the way the grounds were laid out. Hailsham stood in a smooth hollow with fields rising on all sides. That meant that from almost any of the classroom windows in the main house--and even from the pavilion--you had a good view of the long narrow road that came down across the fields and arrived at the main gate. The gate itself was still a fair distance off, and any vehicle would then have to take the gravelled drive, going past shrubs and flowerbeds, before at last reaching the courtyard in front of the main house. Days could sometimes go by without us seeing a vehicle coming down that narrow road, and the ones that did were usually vans or lorries bringing supplies, gardeners or workmen. A car was a rarity, and the sight of one in the distance was sometimes enough to cause bedlam during a class.
The afternoon Madame's car was spotted coming across the fields, it was windy and sunny, with a few storm clouds starting to gather. We were in Room 9--on the first floor at the front of the house--and when the whisper went around, poor Mr. Frank, who was trying to teach us spelling, couldn't understand why we'd suddenly got so restless.
The plan we'd come up with to test Ruth's theory was very simple: we--the six of us in on it--would lie in wait for Madame somewhere, then "swarm out" all around her, all at once. We'd all remain perfectly civilised and just go on our way, but if we timed it right, and she was taken off-guard, we'd see--Ruth insisted--that she really was afraid of us.
Our main worry was that we just wouldn't get an opportunity during the short time she was at Hailsham. But as Mr. Frank's class drew to an end, we could see Madame, directly below in the courtyard, parking her car. We had a hurried conference out on the landing, then followed the rest of the class down the stairs and loitered just inside the main doorway. We could see out into the bright courtyard, where Madame was still sitting behind the wheel, rummaging in her briefcase. Eventually she emerged from the car and came towards us, dressed in her usual grey suit, her briefcase held tightly to herself in both arms. At a signal from Ruth we all sauntered out, moving straight for her, but like we were all in a dream. Only when she came to a stiff halt did we each murmur: "Excuse me, Miss," and separate.
I'll never forget the strange change that came over us the next instant. Until that point, this whole thing about Madame had been, if not a joke exactly, very much a private thing we'd wanted to settle among ourselves. We hadn't thought much about how Madame herself, or anyone else, would come into it. What I mean is, until then, it had been a pretty light-hearted matter, with a bit of a dare element to it. And it wasn't even as though Madame did anything other than what we predicted she'd do: she just froze and waited for us to pass by. She didn't shriek, or even let out a gasp. But we were all so keenly tuned in to picking up her response, and that's probably why it had such an effect on us. As she came to a halt, I glanced quickly at her face--as did the others, I'm sure.
And I can still see it now, the shudder she seemed to be suppressing, the real dread that one of us would accidentally brush against her. And though we just kept on walking, we all felt it; it was like we'd walked from the sun right into chilly shade. Ruth had been right: Madame was afraid of us. But she was afraid of us in the same way someone might be afraid of spiders. We hadn't been ready for that. It had never occurred to us to wonder how we would feel, being seen like that, being the spiders.
By the time we'd crossed the courtyard and reached the grass, we were a very different group from the one that had stood about excitedly waiting for Madame to get out of her car. Hannah looked ready to burst into tears. Even Ruth looked really shaken. Then one of us--I think it was Laura--said: "If she doesn't like us, why does she want our work? Why doesn't she just leave us alone? Who asks her to come here anyway?"
No one answered, and we carried on over to the pavilion, not saying anything more about what had happened.
Thinking back now, I can see we were just at that age when we knew a few things about ourselves--about who we were, how we were different from our guardians, from the people outside-- but hadn't yet understood what any of it meant. I'm sure somewhere in your childhood, you too had an experience like ours that day; similar if not in the actual details, then inside, in the feelings. Because it doesn't really matter how well your guardians try to prepare you: all the talks, videos, discussions, warnings, none of that can really bring it home. Not when you're eight years old, and you're all together in a place like Hailsham; when you've got guardians like the ones we had; when the gardeners and the delivery men joke and laugh with you and call you "sweetheart."
All the same, some of it must go in somewhere. It must go in, because by the time a moment like that comes along, there's a part of you that's been waiting. Maybe from as early as when you're five or six, there's been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: "One day, maybe not so long from now, you'll get to know how it feels." So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realise that you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you--of how you were brought into this world and why--and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it's a cold moment. It's like walking past a mirror you've walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange.
Maybe because I was keen to keep up this impression--though I'd no idea if anyone was actually watching--I didn't try and sit down when I eventually found him seated on a large flat rock not far from the water's edge. It must have been a Friday or a weekend, because I remember we had on our own clothes. I don't remember exactly what Tommy was wearing--probably one of the raggy football shirts he wore even when the weather was chilly--but I definitely had on the maroon track suit top that zipped up the front, which I'd got at a Sale in Senior 1. I walked round him and stood with my back to the water, facing the house, so that I'd see if people started gathering at the windows. Then for a few minutes we talked about nothing in particular, just like the lunch-queue business hadn't happened. I'm not sure if it was for Tommy's benefit, or for any onlookers', but I'd kept my posture looking very provisional, and at one point made a move to carry on with my stroll. I saw a kind of panic cross Tommy's face then, and I immediately felt sorry to have teased him, even though I hadn't meant to. So I said, like I'd just remembered: "By the way, what was that you were saying earlier on? About Miss Lucy telling you something?"
"Oh..." Tommy gazed past me to the pond, pretending too this was a topic he'd forgotten all about. "Miss Lucy. Oh that."
Miss Lucy was the most sporting of the guardians at Hailsham, though you might not have guessed it from her appearance. She had a squat, almost bulldoggy figure, and her odd black hair, when it grew, grew upwards so it never covered her ears or chunky neck. But she was really strong and fit, and even when we were older, most of us--even the boys--couldn't keep up with her on a fields run. She was superb at hockey, and could even hold her own with the Senior boys on the football pitch. I remember watching once when James B. tried to trip her as she went past him with the ball, and he was the one sent flying instead. When we'd been in the Juniors, she'd never been someone like Miss Geraldine who you turned to when you were upset. In fact, she didn't tend to speak much to us when we were younger. It was only in the Seniors, really, we'd started to appreciate her brisk style.
"You were saying something," I said to Tommy. "Something about Miss Lucy telling you it was all right not to be creative."
"She did say something like that. She said I shouldn't worry. Not mind what other people were saying. A couple of months ago now. Maybe longer."
Over at the house, a few Juniors had stopped at one of the upstairs windows and were watching us. But I now crouched down in front of Tommy, no longer pretending anything.
"Tommy, that's a funny thing for her to say. Are you sure you got it right?"
"Of course I got it right." His voice lowered suddenly. "She didn't just say it once. We were in her room and she gave me a whole talk about it."
When she'd first asked him to come to her study after Art Appreciation, Tommy explained, he'd expected yet another lecture about how he should try harder--the sort of thing he'd had already from various guardians, including Miss Emily herself. But as they were walking from the house towards the Orangery--where the guardians had their living quarters--Tommy began to get an inkling this was something different. Then, once he was seated in Miss Lucy's easy chair--she'd remained standing by the window--she asked him to tell her the whole story, as he saw it, of what had been happening to him. So Tommy had begun going through it all. But before he was even half way she'd suddenly broken in and started to talk herself. She'd known a lot of students, she'd said, who'd for a long time found it very difficult to be creative: painting, drawing, poetry, none of it going right for years. Then one day they'd turned a corner and blossomed. It was quite possible Tommy was one of these.
Tommy had heard all of this before, but there was something about Miss Lucy's manner that made him keep listening hard.
"I could tell," he told me, "she was leading up to something. Something different."
Sure enough, she was soon saying things Tommy found difficult to follow. But she kept repeating it until eventually he began to understand. If Tommy had genuinely tried, she was saying, but he just couldn't be very creative, then that was quite all right, he wasn't to worry about it. It was wrong for anyone, whether they were students or guardians, to punish him for it, or put pressure on him in any way. It simply wasn't his fault. And when Tommy had protested it was all very well Miss Lucy saying this, but everyone did think it was his fault, she'd given a sigh and looked out of her window. Then she'd said: "It may not help you much. But just you remember this. There's at least one person here at Hailsham who believes otherwise. At least one person who believes you're a very good student, as good as any she's ever come across, never mind how creative you are."
"She wasn't having you on, was she?" I asked Tommy. "It wasn't some clever way of telling you off?"
"It definitely wasn't anything like that. Anyway..." For the first time he seemed worried about being overheard and glanced over his shoulder towards the house. The Juniors at the window had lost interest and gone; some girls from our year were walking towards the pavilion, but they were still a good way off. Tommy turned back to me and said almost in a whisper: "Anyway, when she said all this, she was shaking."
"What do you mean, shaking?"
"Shaking. With rage. I could see her. She was furious. But furious deep inside."
"Who at?"
"I wasn't sure. Not at me anyway, that was the most important thing!" He gave a laugh, then became serious again. "I don't know who she was angry with. But she was angry all right."
I stood up again because my calves were aching. "It's pretty weird, Tommy."
"Funny thing is, this talk with her, it did help. Helped a lot. When you were saying earlier on, about how things seemed better for me now. Well, it's because of that. Because afterwards, thinking about what she'd said, I realised she was right, that it wasn't my fault. Okay, I hadn't handled it well. But deep down, it wasn't my fault. That's what made the difference. And whenever I felt rocky about it, I'd catch sight of her walking about, or I'd be in one of her lessons, and she wouldn't say anything about our talk, but I'd look at her, and she'd sometimes see me and give me a little nod. And that's all I needed. You were asking earlier if something had happened. Well, that's what happened. But Kath, listen, don't breathe a word to anyone about this, right?"
I nodded, but asked: "Did she make you promise that?"
"No, no, she didn't make me promise anything. But you're not to breathe a word. You've got to really promise."
"All right." The girls heading for the pavilion had spotted me and were waving and calling. I waved back and said to Tommy: "I'd better go. We can talk more about it soon."
But Tommy ignored this. "There's something else," he went on. "Something else she said I can't quite figure out. I was going to ask you about it. She said we weren't being taught enough, something like that."
"Taught enough? You mean she thinks we should be studying even harder than we are?"
"No, I don't think she meant that. What she was talking about was, you know, about us. What's going to happen to us one day. Donations and all that."
"But we have been taught about all that," I said. "I wonder what she meant. Does she think there are things we haven't been told yet?"
Tommy thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't think she meant it like that. She just thinks we aren't taught about it enough. Because she said she'd a good mind to talk to us about it herself."
"About what exactly?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I got it all wrong, Kath, I don't know. Maybe she was meaning something else completely, something else to do with me not being creative. I don't really understand it."
Tommy was looking at me as though he expected me to come up with an answer. I went on thinking for a few seconds, then said: "Tommy, think back carefully. You said she got angry..."
"Well, that's what it looked like. She was quiet, but she was shaking."
"All right, whatever. Let's say she got angry. Was it when she got angry she started to say this other stuff? About how we weren't taught enough about donations and the rest of it?"
"I suppose so..."
"Now, Tommy, think. Why did she bring it up? She's talking about you and you not creating. Then suddenly she starts up about this other stuff. What's the link? Why did she bring up donations? What's that got to do with you being creative?"
"I don't know. There must have been some reason, I suppose. Maybe one thing reminded her of the other. Kath, you're getting really worked up about this yourself now."
I laughed, because he was right: I'd been frowning, completely lost in my thoughts. The fact was, my mind was going in various directions at once. And Tommy's account of his talk with Miss Lucy had reminded me of something, perhaps a whole series of things, little incidents from the past to do with Miss Lucy that had puzzled me at the time.
"It's just that..." I stopped and sighed. "I can't quite put it right, not even to myself. But all this, what you're saying, it sort of fits with a lot of other things that are puzzling. I keep thinking about all these things. Like why Madame comes and takes away our best pictures. What's that for exactly?"
"It's for the Gallery."
"But what is her gallery? She keeps coming here and taking away our best work. She must have stacks of it by now. I asked Miss Geraldine once how long Madame's been coming here, and she said for as long as Hailsham's been here. What is this gallery? Why should she have a gallery of things done by us?"
"Maybe she sells them. Outside, out there, they sell everything."
I shook my head. "That can't be it. It's got something to do with what Miss Lucy said to you. About us, about how one day we'll start giving donations. I don't know why, but I've had this feeling for some time now, that it's all linked in, though I can't figure out how. I'll have to go now, Tommy. Let's not tell anyone yet, about what we've been saying."
"No. And don't tell anyone about Miss Lucy."
"But will you tell me if she says anything else to you like that?"
Tommy nodded, then glanced around him again. "Like you say, you'd better go, Kath. Someone's going to hear us soon."
The gallery Tommy and I were discussing was something we'd all of us grown up with. Everyone talked about it as though it existed, though in truth none of us knew for sure that it did. I'm sure I was pretty typical in not being able to remember how or when I'd first heard about it. Certainly, it hadn't been from the guardians: they never mentioned the Gallery, and there was an unspoken rule that we should never even raise the subject in their presence.
I'd suppose now it was something passed down through the different generations of Hailsham students. I remember a time when I could only have been five or six, sitting at a low table beside Amanda C., our hands clammy with modelling clay. I can't remember if there were other children with us, or which guardian was in charge. All I remember is Amanda C.--who was a year older than me--looking at what I was making and exclaiming: "That's really, really good, Kathy! That's so good! I bet that'll get in the Gallery!"
I must by then have already known about the Gallery, because I remember the excitement and pride when she said that--and then the next moment, thinking to myself: "That's ridiculous. None of us are good enough for the Gallery yet."
As we got older, we went on talking about the Gallery. If you wanted to praise someone's work, you'd say: "That's good enough for the Gallery." And after we discovered irony, whenever we came across any laughably bad work, we'd go: "Oh yes! Straight to the Gallery with that one!"
But did we really believe in the Gallery? Today, I'm not sure. As I've said, we never mentioned it to the guardians and looking back, it seems to me this was a rule we imposed on ourselves, as much as anything the guardians had decided. There's an instance I can remember from when we were about eleven. We were in Room 7 on a sunny winter's morning. We'd just finished Mr. Roger's class, and a few of us had stayed on to chat with him. We were sitting up on our desks, and I can't remember exactly what we were talking about, but Mr. Roger, as usual, was making us laugh and laugh. Then Carole H. had said, through her giggles: "You might even get it picked for the Gallery!" She immediately put her hand over her mouth with an "oops!" and the atmosphere remained light-hearted; but we all knew, Mr. Roger included, that she'd made a mistake. Not a disaster, exactly: it would have been much the same had one of us let slip a rude word, or used a guardian's nickname to his or her face. Mr. Roger smiled indulgently, as though to say: "Let it pass, we'll pretend you never said that," and we carried on as before.
If for us the Gallery remained in a hazy realm, what was solid enough fact was Madame's turning up usually twice--sometimes three or four times--each year to select from our best work. We called her "Madame" because she was French or Belgian--there was a dispute as to which--and that was what the guardians always called her. She was a tall, narrow woman with short hair, probably quite young still, though at the time we wouldn't have thought of her as such. She always wore a sharp grey suit, and unlike the gardeners, unlike the drivers who brought in our supplies--unlike virtually anyone else who came in from outside--she wouldn't talk to us and kept us at a distance with her chilly look. For years we thought of her as "snooty," but then one night, around when we were eight, Ruth came up with another theory.
"She's scared of us," she declared.
We were lying in the dark in our dorm. In the Juniors, we were fifteen to a dorm, so didn't tend to have the sort of long intimate conversations we did once we got to the Senior dorms. But most of what became our "group" had beds close together by then, and we were already getting the habit of talking into the night.
"What do you mean, scared of us?" someone asked. "How can she be scared of us? What could we do to her?"
"I don't know," Ruth said. "I don't know, but I'm sure she is. I used to think she was just snooty, but it's something else, I'm sure of it now. Madame's scared of us."
We argued about this on and off for the next few days. Most of us didn't agree with Ruth, but then that just made her all the more determined to prove she was right. So in the end we settled on a plan to put her theory to the test the next time Madame came to Hailsham.
Although Madame's visits were never announced, it was always pretty obvious when she was due. The lead-up to her arrival began weeks before, with the guardians sifting through all our work--our paintings, sketches, pottery, all our essays and poems. This usually went on for at least a fortnight, by the end of which four or five items from each Junior and Senior year would have ended up in the billiards room. The billiards room would get closed during this period, but if you stood on the low wall of the terrace outside, you'd be able to see through the windows the haul of stuff getting larger and larger. Once the guardians started laying it out neatly, on tables and easels, like a miniature version of one of our Exchanges, then you knew Madame would be coming within a day or two.
That autumn I'm now talking about, we needed to know not just the day, but the precise moment Madame turned up, since she often stayed no longer than an hour or two. So as soon as we saw the stuff getting displayed in the billiards room, we decided to take turns keeping look-out.
This was a task made much easier by the way the grounds were laid out. Hailsham stood in a smooth hollow with fields rising on all sides. That meant that from almost any of the classroom windows in the main house--and even from the pavilion--you had a good view of the long narrow road that came down across the fields and arrived at the main gate. The gate itself was still a fair distance off, and any vehicle would then have to take the gravelled drive, going past shrubs and flowerbeds, before at last reaching the courtyard in front of the main house. Days could sometimes go by without us seeing a vehicle coming down that narrow road, and the ones that did were usually vans or lorries bringing supplies, gardeners or workmen. A car was a rarity, and the sight of one in the distance was sometimes enough to cause bedlam during a class.
The afternoon Madame's car was spotted coming across the fields, it was windy and sunny, with a few storm clouds starting to gather. We were in Room 9--on the first floor at the front of the house--and when the whisper went around, poor Mr. Frank, who was trying to teach us spelling, couldn't understand why we'd suddenly got so restless.
The plan we'd come up with to test Ruth's theory was very simple: we--the six of us in on it--would lie in wait for Madame somewhere, then "swarm out" all around her, all at once. We'd all remain perfectly civilised and just go on our way, but if we timed it right, and she was taken off-guard, we'd see--Ruth insisted--that she really was afraid of us.
Our main worry was that we just wouldn't get an opportunity during the short time she was at Hailsham. But as Mr. Frank's class drew to an end, we could see Madame, directly below in the courtyard, parking her car. We had a hurried conference out on the landing, then followed the rest of the class down the stairs and loitered just inside the main doorway. We could see out into the bright courtyard, where Madame was still sitting behind the wheel, rummaging in her briefcase. Eventually she emerged from the car and came towards us, dressed in her usual grey suit, her briefcase held tightly to herself in both arms. At a signal from Ruth we all sauntered out, moving straight for her, but like we were all in a dream. Only when she came to a stiff halt did we each murmur: "Excuse me, Miss," and separate.
I'll never forget the strange change that came over us the next instant. Until that point, this whole thing about Madame had been, if not a joke exactly, very much a private thing we'd wanted to settle among ourselves. We hadn't thought much about how Madame herself, or anyone else, would come into it. What I mean is, until then, it had been a pretty light-hearted matter, with a bit of a dare element to it. And it wasn't even as though Madame did anything other than what we predicted she'd do: she just froze and waited for us to pass by. She didn't shriek, or even let out a gasp. But we were all so keenly tuned in to picking up her response, and that's probably why it had such an effect on us. As she came to a halt, I glanced quickly at her face--as did the others, I'm sure.
And I can still see it now, the shudder she seemed to be suppressing, the real dread that one of us would accidentally brush against her. And though we just kept on walking, we all felt it; it was like we'd walked from the sun right into chilly shade. Ruth had been right: Madame was afraid of us. But she was afraid of us in the same way someone might be afraid of spiders. We hadn't been ready for that. It had never occurred to us to wonder how we would feel, being seen like that, being the spiders.
By the time we'd crossed the courtyard and reached the grass, we were a very different group from the one that had stood about excitedly waiting for Madame to get out of her car. Hannah looked ready to burst into tears. Even Ruth looked really shaken. Then one of us--I think it was Laura--said: "If she doesn't like us, why does she want our work? Why doesn't she just leave us alone? Who asks her to come here anyway?"
No one answered, and we carried on over to the pavilion, not saying anything more about what had happened.
Thinking back now, I can see we were just at that age when we knew a few things about ourselves--about who we were, how we were different from our guardians, from the people outside-- but hadn't yet understood what any of it meant. I'm sure somewhere in your childhood, you too had an experience like ours that day; similar if not in the actual details, then inside, in the feelings. Because it doesn't really matter how well your guardians try to prepare you: all the talks, videos, discussions, warnings, none of that can really bring it home. Not when you're eight years old, and you're all together in a place like Hailsham; when you've got guardians like the ones we had; when the gardeners and the delivery men joke and laugh with you and call you "sweetheart."
All the same, some of it must go in somewhere. It must go in, because by the time a moment like that comes along, there's a part of you that's been waiting. Maybe from as early as when you're five or six, there's been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: "One day, maybe not so long from now, you'll get to know how it feels." So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realise that you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you--of how you were brought into this world and why--and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it's a cold moment. It's like walking past a mirror you've walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange.
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