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K. Huebner
They came down from the hills one day in an old green station
wagon, with curtains in the windows and dents in the fenders. No
one could remember how long they had been gone; they only
said “We were staying in a trailer in an apple orchard; it was
beautiful in the spring.” The woman’s watch didn’t work
anymore and she was thinking about having it fixed, so they
drove their station wagon into town and parked it by the central
fountain where there were a great many tulips and some peculiar
municipal sculptures. All of their old friends appeared pleased to
see them, and one person, a man called Max, said “Are you
staying long? You’re welcome to spend the night in our spare
bedroom.”
They accepted the offer, and that evening went to his house. It
was a building of medium size, larger than seemed strictly
necessary for a couple without children or other dependents, but
neatly furnished with wrought-iron lawn furniture and few
ornaments. The bedroom was more opulently fitted with printed
India hangings and futons; the dining room table had as a
centerpiece an obese pottery dwarf with a red and white spotted
Originally published in Forbidden Lines 7
cap just like an Amanita.
“How interesting,” said the woman, whose name was Pauline.
“You used to live quite differently. Where did you get the
dwarf?”
“Oh, I stole that one night from a lawn down the block,” said
their host, serving them each a slab a tofu. “As for the rest, it’s
largely my wife’s influence. I don’t think you’ve met her; she’s
gone to Boston for a master class in dance therapy.”
“Indeed,” said the woman. She poked her tofu with a fork and
saw it shudder, glistening like an albino slug.
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The heat of the afternoon was beginning to rise from the asphalt
as they returned to the station wagon.
“I want to buy that car,” said Pauline suddenly, stuffing the
receipt for the watch into her pocket. The car in question was a
glossy black Alfa with impeccable leather upholstery; it had
everything except its turn signals.
“Don’t you think it might be expensive?” said Gunter.
“Oh, that’s entirely beside the point,” said Pauline. “What it
needs, though, is a ‘For Sale’ sign.”
She went to the station wagon and located a piece of white
shirt cardboard under a pile of army blankets. Writing the words
‘For Sale’ in bold black print, she placed it in the window of the
Alfa.
“It wants only one thing,” she said critically as she viewed the
effect. “It has no phone number.”
“A local number is best,” said Gunter. “574 is a nice prefix.”
“Yes, 574-0102... Now we must make a note of it,” said
Pauline, removing a small green book from Gunter’s pocket.
“Otherwise I might forget.”
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“Oh yes,” said she. “It is very important that I get the black
Alfa before someone else snaps it up.”
“But what if you can’t afford it?” said Gunter.
“I don’t think it will be too expensive; after all, there are very
few things in life that I can’t handle.”
There was a policeman standing across the road observing the
station wagon, so she opened the back gate and changed her shirt
for one of a violent red and white Hawaiian pattern. The
policeman hurried away.
“You see,” she said, “he is not going to arrest us for vagrancy
after all.” Then she got out of the station wagon and located a
phone booth, where she stood on one leg like a flamingo and
dialed, with a kind of careful abandon, the number 574-0102.
The connection rang twice, then was lifted. “You’re calling
about the black Alfa,” said the voice on the other end.
“Yes,” said Pauline.
“At four o’clock you must bring your watch and put it next to
the fire hydrant where the car is parked.”
“Yes,” said Pauline.
The line went dead, and she returned to Gunter, who was
lounging in the back of the station wagon eating a sandwich.
“How much?” he inquired.
“My watch,” she said. “At four o’clock.”
“What about the DMV?” he asked.
“Extraneous,” she said.
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“Believe me,” said Pauline vigorously. “Do you think I am
stupid?”
“Sometimes,” said Gunter.
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