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A few moments later I heard a cell door open and the tinkle of waist or leg chains.
“Hello?” Clete said hoarsely.
“You going to tell me what it is now?” I said.
“When I took Passion up to Angola last weekend? For the dinner with Letty and their relatives? She was wearing a raincoat and that bandanna around her neck. There were two gunbulls outside and a matron inside, but nobody with a lot of smarts. Letty and Passion were going in and out of the john. You get my drift?”
“What are you telling me, Clete?”
“On the way back home Passion was like somebody I didn’t know. Weirded out. Crying. Looking out the side window into the dark. I told her I’d be there when Letty went to the table. She said she wasn’t going back up to the Death House. Just like that. No explanation.”
I could hear him breathing against the phone, his chains tinkling.
“I think they’ve both made their choice. I think it’s time to leave it alone,” I said.
“You’ve got to give me a better answer than that,” he said.
But I didn’t have a better answer. I heard Clete drop the receiver and let it swing on its cord against the wall. Then someone gathered it up and replaced it in the cradle.
It started to rain again after I got home. I listened to no radio or television that night, and at ten minutes after midnight I put on my raincoat and hat and walked down to the bait shop and turned on the string of lights over the dock and the flood lamps that shone on the bayou and every light in every corner of the shop. I fixed coffee and mopped down the floors and cut and trimmed bread for sandwiches and said my rosary on my fingers and listened to the rain beating on the roof until it became the only sound in my head. Then I realized I was not listening to rain anymore but to hail that bounced and smoked on the dock and melted into whit
e string on the flood lamps, and I wanted to stay forever inside the lighted, cool brilliance of the dock and bait shop, and to keep Bootsie and Alafair there with me and let the rest of the world continue in its fashion, its cities and commerce and inhumanity trapped between morning and the blackness of the trees.
But it was I who would not let the world alone. The next day I drove out to the Labiche home and was told by a tall, high-yellow mulatto I had never seen before that Passion was at the nightclub, preparing to open up. He wore a mustache and tasseled, two-tone shoes and dark blue zoot pants with a white stitch in them and a black cowboy snap-button shirt with red flowers on it and a planter’s straw hat cocked at an angle on his head.
“How’s she feeling?” I said.
“Ax her,” he said.
“Excuse me, but who are you?”
“What do you care, Jack?” he said, and closed the door in my face.
Passion’s pickup truck was the only vehicle in the nightclub’s parking lot. I went in the side door and saw a woman at the antique piano by the back wall. She was totally absorbed in her music and was not aware that anyone else was in the building. Her powerful arms lifted and expanded in silhouette as she rolled her fingers up and down the yellowed keys. I couldn’t identify the piece she was playing, but the style was unmistakable. It was Albert Ammons, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Moon Mulligan; it was out of the barrelhouse South of fifty years ago; it was Memphis and Texas R&B that could break your heart.
The woman at the piano stool wore jeans and an LSU T-shirt. A streak of gold sunlight fell across her neck like a sword, and on her neck was a tattooed red rose inside a cluster of green leaves.
She finished her song, then seemed to realize someone was standing behind her. She stayed very still, her hair lifting on her neck in the breeze from the fan, then closed the top on the piano keys.
“You want something?” she said, without turning around.
“No. Not really,” I replied.
“You figured it out?”
“Like Clete Purcel says, ‘What do I know?’ ”
“You think bad of me?”
“No.”
“My sister was brave. A lot braver than me,” she said.
“The dude at your house looks like he’s in the life.”
“It’s a life, ain’t it?”
“I never heard anybody do ‘Pine Top’s Boogie’ as well as you. Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo,” I said, and squeezed her on the shoulder and walked outside into the sunlight.
