thinking about it. I could not stand the noise either. I havenât had any sleep in a week.â
âThe basement will flood.â
âIâll turn it on in the morning. A few hoursâ peace is all I want.â
âThatâll be too late, itâs raining torrents.â
âIt is not.â
âYou go to the window.â
âItâs raining. Itâs not raining torrents.â
I turned out the light and lay down and said in a calm stern voice, âListen to me, Hugo, you have to go and turn it on, Dotty will be flooded out.â
âIn the morning.â
âYou have to go and turn it on
now
.â
âWell Iâm not.â
âIf youâre not, I am.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âI am.â
But I didnât move.
âDonât be such an alarmist.â
âHugo.â
âDonât
cry
.â
âHer stuff will be ruined.â
âBest thing could happen to it. Anyway, it wonât.â He lay beside me stiff and wary, waiting, I suppose, for me to get out of bed, go down to the basement and figure out how to turn the pump on. Then what would he have done? He could not have hit me, I was too pregnant. He never did hit me, unless I hit him first. He could have gone and turned it off again, and I could have turned it on, and so on, how long could that last? He could have held me down, but if I struggled he would have been afraid of hurting me. He could have sworn at me and left thehouse, but we had no car, and it was raining too hard for him to stay out very long. He would probably just have raged and sulked, alternately, and I could have taken a blanket and gone to sleep on the living room couch for the rest of the night. I think that is what a woman of firm character would have done. I think that is what a woman who wanted that marriage to last would have done. But I did not do it. Instead, I said to myself that I did not know how the pump worked, I did not know where to turn it on. I said to myself that I was afraid of Hugo. I entertained the possibility that Hugo might be right, nothing would happen. But I wanted something to happen, I wanted Hugo to crash.
When I woke up, Hugo was gone and the pump was thumping as usual. Dotty was pounding on the door at the top of the basement stairs.
âYou wonât believe your eyes whatâs down here. Iâm up to my knees in water. I just put my feet out of bed and up to my knees in water. What happened? You hear the pump go off?â
âNo,â I said.
âI donât know what couldâve gone wrong, I guess it couldâve got overworked. I had a couple of beers before I went to bed elst I wouldâve known there was something wrong. I usually sleep light. But I was sleeping like the dead and I put my feet out of bed and Jesus, itâs a good thing I didnât pull on the light switch at the same time, I would have been electrocuted. Everythingâs floating.â
Nothing was floating and the water would not have come to any grown personâs knees. It was about five inches deep in some places, only one or two in others, the floor being so uneven. It had soaked and stained the bottom of her chesterfield and chairs and got into the bottom drawers and cupboards and warped the bottom of her piano. The floor tiles were loosened, the rugs soggy, the edges of her bedspread dripping, her floor heater ruined.
I got dressed and put on a pair of Hugoâs boots andtook a broom downstairs. I started sweeping the water towards the drain outside the door. Dotty made herself a cup of coffee in my kitchen and sat for a while on the top step watching me, going over the same monologue about having a couple of beers and sleeping more soundly than usual, not hearing the pump go off, not understanding why it should go off, if it had gone off, not knowing how she was going to explain to her mother who would certainly make it out to be her fault and charge her.
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