Dear Life: Stories by Alice Munro Read Free Book Online

Your old man can’t hit a shithouse.”
    The dog followed at a distance, with some insincere threatening.
    “I can take care of any dog, don’t worry,” Mary said. “I bet I could take care of a bear if we ran into one.”
    “Don’t bears tend to hibernate at this time of year?”
    I had been quite scared by the dog but affected carelessness.
    “Yeah, but you never know. One came out early and it got into the garbage down at the San. My mom turned around and there it was. Reddy got his gun and shot it.
    “Reddy used to take me and Anabel out on the sled, and sometimes other kids too and he had a special whistle that scared off bears. It was pitched too high for the ears of humans.”
    “Really. Did you see it?”
    “It wasn’t that kind. I meant one he could do with his mouth.”
    I thought of the performance in the classroom.
    “I don’t know, maybe that was just to keep Anabel from getting scared he said that. She couldn’t ride, he had to pull her on a toboggan. I’d go right behind her and sometimes I’d jump on the toboggan and he’d say what’s the matter with this thing, it weighs a ton. Then he’d try to turn around quick and catch me, but he never did. And he’d ask Anabel what makes it so heavy what did you have to eat for breakfast, but she never told. If there was other kids I wouldn’t do it. It was best when just me and Anabel went. She was the best friend I ever will have.”
    “What about those girls at the school? Aren’t they friends?”
    “I just hang around with them when there’s nobody else. They’re nothing.
    “Anabel and me had our birthdays in the same month. June. Our eleventh birthday Reddy took us down the lake in a boat. He taught us swimming. Well, me. He always hadto hold Anabel though, she couldn’t really learn. Once he went swimming way out by himself and we filled his shoes up with sand. And then our twelfth birthday we couldn’t go anywhere like that, but we went to his house and had a cake. She couldn’t eat even a little piece of it, so he took us in his car and we threw pieces out the window and fed the seagulls. They were fighting and screaming like mad. We were laughing ourselves crazy and he had to stop and hold Anabel so she wouldn’t have a hemorrhage.
    “And after that,” she said, “after that I wasn’t allowed to see her anymore. My mom never wanted me anyway to hang around with kids that had TB. But Reddy talked her into it, he said he’d stop it when he had to. So he did and I got mad. But she wouldn’t have been any fun anymore she was too sick. I’d show you her grave but there isn’t anything to mark it yet. Reddy and me are going to make something when he gets time. If we’d’ve gone straight along on the road instead of turning down where we did we would have come to her graveyard. It’s just for people that don’t have anybody to come and take them home.”
    By this time we were down on level ground approaching the San.
    She said, “Oh I almost forgot,” and brought out a fistful of tickets.
    “For Valentine’s Day. We’re putting on this play at the school and it’s called
Pinafore
. I got all these to sell and you can be my first sale. I’m in it.”
    I was right about the house in Amundsen being where the doctor lived. He took me there for supper. The invitation seemed to come rather on the spur of the moment when hemet me in the hall. Perhaps he had an uneasy memory of saying we would get together to talk about teaching ideas.
    The evening he proposed was the one for which I had bought a ticket for
Pinafore
. I told him that and he said, “Well I did too. It doesn’t mean we have to show up.”
    “I sort of feel as if I’d promised her.”
    “Well. Now you can sort of unpromise her. It will be dreadful, believe me.”
    I did as he told me, though I did not see Mary, to tell her. I was waiting where he had instructed me to be, on the open porch outside the front door. I was wearing my best dress of dark green crepe