Part 9 (1/2)
”What will the two of you do after you're married?” she asked, unable to resist. ”What kind of lives will you have?”
James stared at her in disbelief.
”We'll give parties,” Billie said. ”Right?”
”Sure, lots of parties,” Sonny said. ”Parties every night.”
”I hope you'll invite us,” Diana said.
”Of course,” Sonny a.s.sured her. ”You'll be the guests of honor.” He waited for James to speak. ”Come on, buddy. Crash course on married life. Should we get a dog? One of those basketball hoops above the garage? Cheez Whiz and Ritz Crackers?”
Billie listened with a frown, her idea of marriage to Sonny having clearly a.s.sumed a rather different shape.
”Follow your instincts,” James said mockingly. ”You're made for marriage, Sonny. It's written all over you.”
The sarcasm caught Sonny off guard. He studied James. ”So it's that easy,” he said. ”And here I've been admiring you all these years.”
”You've kept that a secret.”
”What do you mean? I tell everyone.” Sonny refilled the gla.s.ses and shoved the bottle back inside the ice chest. ”There was a time,” he explained to Billie, ”when James and I were in business together.”
”Don't, Sonny,” James said. He hadn't touched his last drink.
”We introduced a few inventions before the world was ready for them. Then James abandoned s.h.i.+p.”
”The s.h.i.+p was sinking. I had a wife and a kid.” He, too, spoke to Billie, as if a word from her would determine, finally, who had lived the better life. She looked from one to the other, flushed from their sudden attention.
”Anyway, being a lawyer isn't so bad,” Sonny said, draining his gla.s.s and setting it on the deck. ”It's just boring as h.e.l.l.”
Billie stood up and moved behind Sonny's chair. She reached her arms around his chest and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Her long hair gathered in his lap. Sonny wound a strand around his finger. James looked away.
”What's boring as h.e.l.l,” James said, ”is hearing you tell the same lies year after year.”
Sonny burst out laughing. ”Less boring than the truth,” he cried.
”What're you talking about?” Billie demanded, letting go of Sonny and turning on James.
James shook his head. Sonny continued laughing in a loud, forced way. Now Billie marched over to James and stood before him. ”How dare you insult my husband,” she declared, using a voice she must have heard somewhere and liked the sound of.
”He's not your husband yet, and I wouldn't be in such a hurry.”
Sonny let out a whoop. ”b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”
”James,” Diana said.
But James was looking up at Billie, who loomed over him now, hands on her hips, her pointy elbows shaking. ”I'd marry him before you any day of the week,” she said.
”No one's asking you to marry me,” James said quietly.
They stared at each other, Billie in a stance of pure childish defiance, James with a kind of confusion, as if the anger he felt toward this young, beautiful girl were a mystery to him.
”I'd go back to my fiance first,” Billie muttered.
”Give that some thought,” James said. ”Because if Sonny still remembers your name next month, you'll have done better than most.”
Billie hesitated, smiling uneasily. She looked unsure of what James meant at first. Then she said, ”I don't believe you. You're just jealous.”
James said nothing. He looked suddenly tired.
”And even if he used to be like that,” Billie said more loudly, ”I couldn't care less, because Sonny loves me.” She turned to Sonny. ”Right?”
But Sonny's eyes were closed, and he appeared lost in some private contemplation. Billie watched him, waiting. Finally he managed to open his eyes and look at her, squinting as if she were a piece of bright foil. ”That's right, baby,” he said. ”It's different this time.”
Billie held very still, as if waiting to experience the comfort of these words. Then she began to cry. Her shoulders curled, and she lifted her hands to her face. Diana left her chair and took the girl in her arms.
Sonny shut his eyes again. Sunlight poured over his face, and sweat glittered in the creases of his skin. He opened his eyes and looked at James. ”I slept with your wife,” he said.
Diana froze, still holding the sobbing Billie. Everything seemed to tilt, and a finger of nausea rose in her throat. ”James, it was a hundred years ago,” she said.
”I don't remember it,” Sonny said, ”but I know it happened.”
James rose slowly from his chair, and went to the edge of the boat. He gazed toward the sh.o.r.e. Billie had quieted down and was looking with smeary, fascinated eyes from Sonny to James.
James turned and veered toward Sonny, who rose halfway out of his chair before James. .h.i.t him twice in the face, knocking him backward over the chair and into the rail. Billie screamed and clung to Diana. Sonny lay with his mouth open, blood running from his nose.
Billie and Diana went to Sonny, took his arms and tried to haul him to his feet, but he shook them off and stood up slowly. His breath stank of alcohol, not just a few drinks but a thick, rotten sweetness. Drops of red bloomed on his collar. He hovered unsteadily, pus.h.i.+ng the hair from his eyes. ”I'm gonna kill you,” he said to James, ”I swear to G.o.d.”
”Do it,” James said.
Sonny came at James and attempted a clumsy punch, which James blocked easily. But Sonny followed almost instantly with a second, jabbing James high under his ribs, seeming to force the breath from him. Then again, in the chin, so James staggered backward.
”Stop it!” Diana screamed, and tried with Billie to come between them, but it was impossible; the men shoved them away and lunged for one another in a frenzy, pounding, grunting, as if each believed his own survival hinged purely on the other's annihilation. Blood ran from Sonny's nose over his teeth, gathering in the cracks between them. He choked and started to cough, then went at James again, slugging his ear before finally James caught him in that boxing hold Diana had seen on TV, when the fighters seem to hug each other, heads down, so neither can move.
A perfect stillness opened around them. Everyone seemed to wait. Diana noticed the whiteness of Sonny's cuffs, a scar behind James's ear from his basketball days, the slick, marmalade-colored planks at her feet. The world disappeared; the only sound was the men's breathing.
Finally James let Sonny go and waited, poised for a response. But Sonny was barely able to stand. His eyes were running-it could have been the sun or the blow to his nose. Diana had never seen him cry in all the years she had known him, and found it hard to watch. But Billie couldn't take her eyes away from Sonny. She wore a look Diana recognized, the sick, scared look of a girl whose mischief has gotten her in trouble, who suspects her life will never be the same.
Sonny went to a chair and sat down heavily. He picked up a gla.s.s and downed what was left inside it, then fumbled for the bottle. ”I can't kill you, buddy, I just realized,” he said, making an effort to smile. ”I'd be too lonely without you.”
It was not until James started the motor that the world seemed to move again. A wind blew, the boat shook, and Diana inhaled the smell of gasoline. From the deck she watched her husband swing the boat around, his knuckles on the wheel, the hollow of his spine against his s.h.i.+rt. She was afraid to go near him. Sonny hadn't moved from his chair. His head was thrown back, and under his nose he held a towel filled with ice Billie had brought him. One eye was already going black.
Slowly Diana inched toward James, hesitating behind him on the flybridge. He had not glanced at her once since the fight with Sonny, and she felt as if he never would again. Finally she went around in front of him and touched his cheek, which was swollen and b.l.o.o.d.y. To her surprise, James grinned. Diana studied him, not sure what this meant. ”The good old days,” he said, and shook his head. He put an arm around Diana, and they stood side by side watching Billie, who was hunched alone at the bow. As the boat thumped over the lake, she leaned forward, watching the thick folds of water peel aside. Her curls had vanished, and now her thin, straight hair whipped madly around her head. Diana had an urge to go to her, to promise Billie she would thank G.o.d one day that none of this had worked. But she doubted the girl would believe her.
More than a year pa.s.sed before James and Diana saw much of Sonny again. By then Diana had earned her Ph.D. and was teaching in the Film Studies Department at the U. of I.'s Circle Campus. Sonny had grown even fatter, and his complexion was the color of raw oysters. The doctor issued continual warnings, but Sonny's only response had been to take up occasional smoking. Diana noticed that he flicked the cigarette constantly, so that it never had time to gather any ash.
”Remember that time I almost killed you?” he would ask James sometimes when they'd had a few drinks. ”I should've let you have it-don't know what stopped me.”