30 Pieces of a Novel by Stephen Dixon Read Free Book Online Page B

local produce stand that sells good bread—out of view of almost everyone, including the service station attendant inside, so he’s sure nobody saw him by the phone and there must be a dozen cars like his of the same color around the area, and even if someone did see him, just about no one around here knows him—he’s a summer renter who comes to town now and then just to buy a few things they can’t get at a big supermarket somewhere else and use the library and have his car serviced once a summer at the other station and maybe every other week a pizza and things at a restaurant with his wife and kids—and it was exciting, making that call, more in the expectation than the doing, and gutsy in a way, so he got that out of him … got what? Just proving he can do it, stupid as it was, but we all occasionally do stupid things, don’t we? or something like it—well, maybe not, and not at his age, but no harm done in the end, he’s sure: the mother will speak to Sage, maybe even today, maybe even use his call as an excuse for calling her, if she needs one—they might be very close, talk on the phone several times a week—and Sage could say “What man was he referring to? I know no fifty-eight-year-old man except one of the cooks at the restaurant, and he’s gay and I think is even married to his mate—anyway, they both wear the same wedding bands,” and her mother will believe her, that’s the kind of relationship they have, he could almost tell when she said, and now he’s sure it was said cynically, “My, my, not Sage”: absolute trust, honesty, et cetera, between them, daughter confiding in Mom and even Dad for years; Sage could then talk of her boyfriend—he’s sure she has one, it’d seem that every pretty girl at every summer job away from home like this would—saying she’s taking every precaution regarding birth control and disease, but about that silly call: “Don’t worry about it, Mom, I’ve had things like this to deal with before, you know that,” and her mother will say, “The price of being so beautiful. Remember what your granddad used to say to me—it doesn’t apply to you in this situation, so it isn’t a criticism, it just popped into my head—‘If you got it, don’t flaunt it.’ Do you know, I don’t think I know what the actual dictionary definition of the word ‘flaunt’ is—do you, my darling?” and Sage will say, “Why, though, are you telling me this?” and her mother will say, or could, could: “As I said, I don’t know; it just came to me, and it probably means wave, wouldn’t you think?—flutter, flap,” and Sage could say, “By the way, Charlie sends his love,” meaning her boyfriend, a waiter at the place, and her mother could say, “And give Charlie my very best and tell him to always be exceptionally good and, if the situation ever calls for it, protective of my lovely daughter,” and Sage could say, “Mommy, I can very well look after myself, so I don’t have to tell Charlie that. Besides, if he isn’t good, in all ways, out he goes,” and her mother could say, “Still, insist on the best treatment possible—you deserve it—but give as well as you get … oh, I am sounding trite today and not truly giving you your due … goodbye, my dearest,” and Sage could say, “One more thing. Who the heck could that man be who called you, and how would he know how to reach you? He must work here—someone who’s made a move on me or something and I told him, or said with a look, ‘No chance.’ I better find out. A person like that could do a lot of damage before the truth’s found out. You said he had a mature voice. Do you mean like an older man’s?” and her mother could say, “Yes, I think so, but I seem to forget now,”