Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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"Well, you never know for sure," the wife says <strong>and</strong> looks along<br />
the beach at the young couple playing with their baby <strong>and</strong> the<br />
sleeping man. The Texan has already moved on, taken the boat<br />
back to the hotel. The wife pulls on her running shoes, <strong>and</strong> when<br />
her husb<strong>and</strong> is not looking, quickly slips the travellers' cheques out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the h<strong>and</strong>bag <strong>and</strong> puts them in the pocket <strong>of</strong> her towelling<br />
shorts. The pocket is not quite large enough for them. She covers<br />
them with her h<strong>and</strong>, smiles at the husb<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> begins to walk up<br />
the hill. He runs ahead <strong>of</strong> her along the steep white dust path that<br />
leads up into the scrub-covered hills. She follows, running along<br />
the path in the sun. She sweats <strong>and</strong> finds it difficult to run with<br />
her h<strong>and</strong> on her pocket. She lets it go, now <strong>and</strong> then checking to<br />
see if the money is still there. She stops a moment <strong>and</strong> tries<br />
bending the cheques to fit them better into the pocket but is afraid<br />
<strong>of</strong> damaging them. She thinks <strong>of</strong> pushing them down the front <strong>of</strong><br />
her bathing suit but fears the ink may run.<br />
At the top <strong>of</strong> the hill she looks down at another small white<br />
beach below. The water is completely transparent, a pale turquoise<br />
at the edge, <strong>and</strong> she can see the white s<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> the even sweep <strong>of</strong><br />
the beach like the smooth arc <strong>of</strong> a bow. Not a breath stirs, not a<br />
leaf moves. No one is in sight; she could be the first person taking<br />
possession <strong>of</strong> the place. She is very hot now <strong>and</strong> sweating heavily.<br />
She runs down the hill to the deserted beach. She takes <strong>of</strong>f the<br />
shorts <strong>and</strong> leaves them on a rock, plunging into the cool water. It<br />
is very salty <strong>and</strong> buoyant. She swims out, turning onto her back<br />
from time to time to keep the shorts in view, then strikes out for<br />
the horizon. When she comes back to the beach, she finds her<br />
husb<strong>and</strong> there, waiting for her in the shade <strong>of</strong> a pine tree. Beside<br />
him lie her shorts with the cheques.<br />
For a moment the wife thinks the sun has simply gone behind<br />
a cloud. Then she realizes it has sunk behind the hills. Under the<br />
arcades the husb<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> wife walk arm <strong>and</strong> arm in the gathering<br />
gloom. The day has ended early, still <strong>and</strong> calm. There is not a<br />
breath <strong>of</strong> wind. They hear the echo <strong>of</strong> their footsteps on the stone.<br />
In the dim light the wife notices certain cracks in the whitewashed<br />
walls, <strong>and</strong> the colors <strong>of</strong> the paint take on a fake glow. At this season<br />
the place looks what it is, a recent development, ephemeral, in a<br />
perdurable l<strong>and</strong>. They pass the Texan who walks by with her<br />
camera around her neck.--?She waves gaily to them <strong>and</strong> says loudly,<br />
"I am seventy-two, but I am still having fun."<br />
The shops are garishly lit under the arcades <strong>and</strong> filled with<br />
expensive goods. The wife says, "You should at least buy yourself<br />
some shoes."<br />
"No, no, I have enough shoes," the husb<strong>and</strong> replies.<br />
The wife sees an expensive black sweater, tailored at the waist;<br />
a bright red scarf, strewn with flowers; a tie with a pattern <strong>of</strong> blue<br />
boats bobbing on the sea; s<strong>of</strong>t leather shoes in black <strong>and</strong> blue. She<br />
wants everything she sees. She says to the husb<strong>and</strong>, "Meet me<br />
back at the hotel in an hour. I am going to w<strong>and</strong>er around a bit<br />
on my own." She buys everything she has seen, paying with some<br />
<strong>of</strong> the travellers' cheques. When she arrives back in her room, she<br />
slips everything except the tie into her suitcase. When her husb<strong>and</strong><br />
emerges from the shower she gives it to him.<br />
"I'll wear it for the dinner," he says, smiling.<br />
Gianna says, "The glasses are from the villa, Signora. You see<br />
we only use them on special occasions." There are blue wine glasses<br />
from the villa, bottles <strong>of</strong> white wine, frosted with cold, the starched<br />
white tablecloth, <strong>and</strong> pink carnations <strong>and</strong> orange lilies as a center<br />
piece. The wife thinks the colors <strong>of</strong> the flowers clash but murmurs<br />
how festive the table looks. She sees four places set <strong>and</strong> asks about<br />
the caretakers' child. Gianna says they have sent her to her cousins<br />
for the night. "An aperitivo," Michelino says.<br />
They sit on the ver<strong>and</strong>a in wicker chairs <strong>and</strong> stare at the lurid<br />
glare <strong>of</strong> the orange moon on the dark water, <strong>and</strong> the distant lights<br />
<strong>of</strong> the town stirring the thick dark. The wife clutches her h<strong>and</strong>bag<br />
with the bills on her lap. The husb<strong>and</strong> smiles <strong>and</strong> makes desperate<br />
attempts to speak Italian. The wife sees he is trying to put the<br />
caretakers at ease. She recalls his telling her how uneasy he had<br />
been made to feel as a boy because <strong>of</strong> his race.<br />
Michelino brings out a tray with tall drinks <strong>of</strong> something<br />
orange with cherries <strong>and</strong> mint.<br />
The caretakers speak to one another in local dialect which<br />
neither the wife nor the husb<strong>and</strong> underst<strong>and</strong>.