Big Money by John Dos Passos Read Free Book Online Page B

She supposed things seemed pretty tame to him now after all those French girls. And imagine him getting a commission, the Andersons sure were going up in the world, she guessed they’d be forgetting their old friends. Emiscah’s voice had gotten screechy and she had a way he didn’t like of putting her hand on his knee.
    As soon as he could Charley said he had a headache and had to go home. He wouldn’t wait for the guys he’d come with. The evening was ruined for him anyway, he was thinking. He rode back all alone on the interurban trolley. It was cold as blazes. It was about time he got the hell out of this dump. He really did have a splitting headache and chills.
    Next morning he was down with the flu and had to stay in bed. It was almost a relief. Hedwig brought him stacks of detective stories and Aunt Hartmann fussed over him and brought him toddies and eggflips, and all he had to do was lie there and read.
    First thing he did when he got on his feet was to go over to the hospital. Ma had had another operation and hadn’t come out of it very well. The room was darkened and she didn’t remember when she’d seen him last. She seemed to think she was home in Fargo and that he’d just come back from his trip south. She held tight to his hand and kept saying, “My son that was lost hath been returned to me . . . thank God for my boy.” It took the strength out of him so he had to sit down for a second in a wicker chair in the corridor when he left her.
    A nurse came up to him and stood beside him fidgeting with a paper and pencil. He looked up at her, she had pink cheeks and pretty dark eyelashes. “You mustn’t let it get you,” she said. He grinned. “Oh,
I’m all right. . . . I just got out of bed from a touch of flu, it sure pulls down your strength.”
    â€œI hear you were an aviator,” she said. “I had a brother in the Royal Flying Corps. We’re Canadians.”
    â€œThose were great boys,” said Charley. He wondered if he could date her up but then he thought of Ma. “Tell me honestly what you think, please do.”
    â€œWell, it’s against the rules, but judging from other cases I’ve seen her chances are not very good.”
    â€œI thought so.”
    He got to his feet. “You’re a peach, do you know it?” Her face got red from the starched cap to the white collar of her uniform. She wrinkled up her forehead and her voice got very chilly. “In a case like that it’s better to have it happen quickly.” Charley felt a lump rise in his throat. “Oh, I know.” “Well, goodby, Lieutenant, I’ve got to go about my business.” “Gee, thanks a lot,” said Charley. When he got out in the air he kept remembering her pretty face and her nice lips.
    One slushy morning of thaw in early March Charley was taking a scorched gasket out of a Buick when the garage helper came and said they wanted him on the phone from the hospital. A cold voice said Mrs. Anderson was sinking fast and the family better be notified. Charley got out of his overalls and went to call Hedwig. Jim was out, so they took one of the cars out of the garage. Charley had forgotten to wash his hands and they were black with grease and carbon. Hedwig found him a rag to wipe them off with. “Someday, Hedwig,” he said, “I’m going to get me a clean job in a draftin’room.”
    â€œWell, Jim wanted you to be his salesman,” Hedwig snapped crossly. “I don’t see how you’re going to get anywheres if you turn down every opportunity.” “Well, maybe there’s opportunities I won’t turn down.” “I’d like to know where you’re going to get ’em except with us,” she said. Charley didn’t answer. Neither of them said anything more in the long drive across town. When they got to the hospital they found that Ma had sunk