Part 25 (1/2)

It was the end of June when the midgets made Elliot Park look like a fairground; the once-brightly-colored canvases, now faded to pastels, flapped over the little stalls, fringed the merry-go-round, domed the big tent where the main acts would be performed. Kids from the town of Dairy came and hung around our park all day, but the midgets were in no hurry; they set up the stalls; they changed the position of the merry-go-round three times - and refused to hook up the engine that ran it, even to test it out. One day a box arrived, the size of a dining-room table; it was full of large spools of different-coloured tickets, each spool as big as a tyre.

And Frank drove carefully through the now crowded park, circling the little tents and the one big tent, telling the kids from the town to move on. 'It opens the Fourth of July, kids,' Frank would say, officiously - his arm hanging out the window of the car. 'Come back then.'

We would be gone by then; we hoped that the animals might arrive before we had to leave, but we knew, in advance, we were going to miss opening night.

'We've seen all the things they do, anyway,' Franny said.

'Mainly,' Frank said, 'they just go around looking small small.'

Lilly burned. She pointed out the handstands, the juggling acts, the water and fire dance, the eight-man standing pyramid, the blind baseball team skit; and the smallest of the lady midgets said she could ride bareback - on a dog.

'Show me the dog,' said Frank. He was sour because Father had sold Fritz the family car, and Frank now needed Fritz's permission to drive the car around Elliot Park; Fritz was generous about the car, but Frank hated to ask.

Franny liked to take her driving lessons with Max Urick in the hotel pickup, because Max was nervy about Franny driving fast. 'Gun it,' he would encourage her. 'Pa.s.s that sucker - you've got plenty of room.' And Franny would come back from a lesson, proud that she had laid nine feet of rubber around the bandstand or twelve feet around the corner of Front Street verging with Court. 'Laying rubber' was what we said in Dairy, New Hamps.h.i.+re, for leaving a black stain on the road with squealing tyres.

'It's disgusting,' Frank said. 'Bad for the clutch, bad for the tyres, nothing but juvenile showing off - you'll get in trouble, you'll get your learner's permit revoked, Max will lose his license (which he probably should should), you'll run over someone's dog, or a small child, some dumb hoods from the town will try to drag-race you, or follow you home and beat the s.h.i.+t out of you. Or they'll beat the s.h.i.+t out of me me,' Frank said, 'just because I know you.'

'We're going to Vienna, Frank,' Franny said. 'Get in your licks at the town of Dairy while you can.'

'Licks!' said Frank. 'Disgusting.'

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'A bear named Susie Susie?' Frank said. He seemed irritated that it wasn't a German name, or that it was a female bear. It was a disappointment to most of us, I think - a kind of anticlimax before we'd really gotten started. But moving is like that. First the excitement, then the anxiety, then the letdown. First we took a cram course on Vienna, then we started missing the old Hotel New Hamps.h.i.+re - in advance. Then there was a period of waiting waiting - interminable, and perhaps preparing us for some inevitable disappointment on that day of simultaneous departure and arrival, which the invention of the jet plane makes possible. - interminable, and perhaps preparing us for some inevitable disappointment on that day of simultaneous departure and arrival, which the invention of the jet plane makes possible.

On the first of July we borrowed the Volkswagen bus belonging to Fritz's Act. It had funny hand controls, for braking and acceleration, because the midgets couldn't reach the foot pedals; Father and Frank argued over who would be more dexterous at driving the unusual vehicle. Finally, Fritz offered to drive the first s.h.i.+ft to the airport.

Father, Frank, Franny, Lilly, and I were in the first s.h.i.+ft. Mother and Egg would meet us in Vienna the next day; Sorrow would fly with them. But the morning we were leaving, Egg was up before me. He was sitting on his bed in a white dress s.h.i.+rt, and with his best dress pants and black dress shoes, and wearing a white linen jacket; he looked like one of the midgets - in their skit about crippled waiters in a fancy restaurant. Egg was waiting for me to wake up so that I could help him tie his tie. On the bed beside him, the great grinning dog, Sorrow, sat with the frozen idiot glee of the truly insane.

'You go tomorrow tomorrow, Egg,' I said. 'We go today, but you and Mother don't go until tomorrow.'

'I want to be ready,' Egg said, anxiously. I tied his tie for him - to humour him. He was dressing up Sorrow -in an appropriate flying costume - when I brought my bags down to the Volkswagen bus. Egg and Sorrow followed me downstairs.

'If you've room,' Mother said to Father, 'I wish one of you would take the dead dog.'

'No!' Egg said. 'I want Sorrow to stay with me!'

'You know, you can check check him through with the bags,' Fritz said. 'It's not necessary to carry him on board.' him through with the bags,' Fritz said. 'It's not necessary to carry him on board.'

'He can sit in my lap,' Egg said. And that was that.

The trunks had been sent ahead of us.

The carry-on and check-through bags were packed.

The midgets were waving.

Hanging from the fire escape, at Ronda Ray's window, was her orange nightgown - once shocking, now faded, like the canvas for Fritz's Act.

Mrs. Urick and Max stood at the delivery entrance; Mrs. Urick had been scouring pans - she had her rubber gloves on - and Max was holding a leaf basket. 'Four hundred and sixty-four!' Max called.

Frank blushed; he kissed Mother. 'See you soon,' he said.

Franny kissed Egg. 'See you soon, Egg,' Franny said.

'What?' said Egg. He had undressed Sorrow; the beast was naked.

Lilly was crying.

'Four hundred and sixty-four!' Max Urick screamed, witlessly.

Ronda Ray was there, a little orange juice on her white waitress uniform. 'Keep running, John-O,' she whispered, but nicely. She kissed me - she kissed everyone but Frank, who had crawled into the Volkswagen bus to avoid the contact.

Lilly kept crying; one of the midgets was riding Lilly's old bicycle. And just as we were leaving Elliot Park, the animals for Fritz's Act arrived. We saw the long flat-bed trailers, the cages, and the chains. Fritz had to stop the bus for a moment; he ran around, giving everyone directions.

In our own cage - in the Volkswagen bus - we peered at the animals; we had been wondering if they would be dwarf species.

'Ponies,' Lilly said, blubbering. 'And a chimpanzee.' In a cage with red elephants painted on its side - like a child's bedroom wallpaper - a big ape was shrieking.

'Perfectly ordinary animals,' Frank said.

A sled dog circled the bus, barking. One of the lady midgets began to ride the dog.

'No tigers,' said Franny, disappointed, 'no lions, no elephants.'

'See the bear?' said Father. In a grey cage, with nothing painted on it, a dark figure sat swaying in place, rocking to some sad inner tune - its nose too long, its rump too broad, its neck too thick, its paws too short to ever be happy.

'That's a bear?' Franny said.

There was a cage that looked full of geese, or chickens. It was mostly a dog and pony circus, it seemed - with one ape and one disappointing bear: mere tokens toward the exotic hopefulness in us all. cage that looked full of geese, or chickens. It was mostly a dog and pony circus, it seemed - with one ape and one disappointing bear: mere tokens toward the exotic hopefulness in us all.

Looking back on them, in Elliot Park, as Fritz returned to the bus and drove us forward - to the airport and to Vienna - I saw that Egg still held in his arms the most exotic animal of them all. With Lilly crying beside me, I imagined I saw - in the chaos of moving midgets and unloading animals - a whole circus called Sorrow, instead of Fritz's Act. Mother waved, and Mrs. Urick and Ronda Ray waved with her. Max Urick was yelling, but we couldn't hear him. Franny's lips, in time with his, whispered, 'Four hundred and sixty-four!' Frank was already reading the German dictionary, and Father - who was not a man for looking back - sat up front with Fritz and talked rapidly about nothing at all. Lilly wept, but as harmlessly as rain. And Elliot Park disappeared: my last look caught Egg in motion, struggling to run among the midgets, Sorrow held like an idol above his head - an animal for all those other, ordinary ordinary animals to wors.h.i.+p. Egg was excited, and yelling, and Franny's lips - in time with his - whispered, 'What? What? What?' animals to wors.h.i.+p. Egg was excited, and yelling, and Franny's lips - in time with his - whispered, 'What? What? What?'

Fritz drove us to Boston, where Franny had to shop for what Mother called 'city underwear'; Lilly wept her way through the lingerie aisles; Frank and I cruised the escalators. We were at the airport much too early. Fritz apologized for not being able to wait with us; his animals needed him, he said, and Father wished him well -thanking him, in advance, for driving Mother and Egg to the airport tomorrow. Frank was 'approached' in the men's room at Logan International, but he refused to describe the incident to Franny and me; he continued to say only that he had been 'approached.' He was indignant about it, and Franny and I were furious with him for not spelling it out to us in more detail. Father bought Lilly a plastic carry-on flight bag, to cheer her up, and we boarded the plane before dark. I think we took off about 7 or 8 P.M.: the lights of Boston, on a summer night, were half on and half off, and there was enough daylight left to see the harbour clearly. It was our first time on an airplane, and we loved it.

We flew all night across the ocean. Father slept the whole way. Lilly would not sleep; she watched the darkness, and reported sighting what she said were two ocean liners. I dozed and woke, dozed and woke again; with my eyes shut, I watched Elliot Park turning into a circus. Most places we leave in childhood grow less, not more, fancy. I imagined returning to Dairy, and wondered if Fritz's Act would improve or run down the neighbourhood.

We landed in Frankfurt at quarter to eight in the morning. Maybe it was quarter to nine.

'Deutschland!' Frank said. He led us through the Frankfurt airport to our connecting flight to Vienna, reading all the signs out loud, speaking amiably to all the foreigners.

'We're the foreigners,' Franny kept whispering.

'Guten Tag!' Frank hailed all the pa.s.sing strangers.

'Those people were French, Frank,' Franny said. 'I'm sure of it.'