Part 44 (1/2)
Pretty yellow hair she had, too. Gangrene.... Only lasted a day....
Well, I'm going off, I guess you guys wish you was going to be where I'm goin' to be tonight.... That's one thing you guys are lucky in, don't have to worry about propho.” The orderly wrinkled his face up and winked elaborately.
”Say, will you do something for me?” asked Andrews.
”Sure, if it ain't no trouble.”
”Will you buy me a book?”
”Ain't ye got enough with all the books at the 'Y'?”
”No.... This is a special book,” said Andrews smiling, ”a French book.”
”A French book, is it? Well, I'll see what I can do. What's it called?”
”By Flaubert.... Look, if you've got a piece of paper and a pencil, I'll write it down.”
Andrews scrawled the t.i.tle on the back of an order slip.
”There.”
”What the h.e.l.l? Who's Antoine? Gee whiz, I bet that's hot stuff. I wish I could read French. We'll have you breakin' loose out o' here an' going down to number four, roo Villiay, if you read that kind o' book.”
”Has it got pictures?” asked Applebaum. ”One feller did break out o'
here a month ago,... Couldn't stand it any longer, I guess. Well, his wound opened an' he had a hemorrhage, an' now he's planted out in the back lot.... But I'm goin'. Goodnight.” The orderly bustled to the end of the ward and disappeared.
The lights went out, except for the bulb over the nurse's desk at the end, beside the ornate doorway, with its wreathed pinnacles carved out of the grey stone, which could be seen above the white canvas screen that hid the door.
”What's that book about, buddy?” asked Applebaum, twisting his head at the end of his lean neck so as to look Andrews full in the face.
”Oh, it's about a man who wants everything so badly that he decides there's nothing worth wanting.”
”I guess youse had a college edication,” said Applebaum sarcastically.
Andrews laughed.
”Well, I was goin' to tell youse about when I used to drive a taxi. I was makin' big money when I enlisted. Was you drafted?”
”Yes.”
”Well, so was I. I doan think nauthin o' them guys that are so stuck up 'cause they enlisted, d'you?”
”Not a h.e.l.l of a lot.”
”Don't yer?” came a voice from the other side of Andrews, a thin voice that stuttered. ”W-w-well, all I can say is, it'ld have sss-spoiled my business if I hadn't enlisted. No, sir, n.o.body can say I didn't enlist.”
”Well, that's your look-out,” said Applebaum.
”You're G.o.ddam right, it was.”
”Well, ain't your business spoiled anyway?”