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Perry stepped outside.
He stood very still. Music strained like lost Old World through the walls and rose to the forest and floated away in a single resonant chord that slowly swallowed itself. He could not get into it. He lit a cigarette. Old Addie, he thought. Addie could get into it.
He stood quietly. In the grass there were crickets and the air was warm and soggy. Down the road, out of sight, the lights of the town were eaten by fog. Old Addie. He smelled methane and ammonia. Mosquitoes, Junebugs. He urinated against the foundation of the old tavern and Bishop Markham came out and peed beside him. ‘That Harvey is some rascal,’ Bishop said.
‘That he is.’
‘He’s having a helluva time. No bitterness there. Wolff was worried he’d be bitter.’
‘Not Harv.’
‘A hard charger.’
‘That he is.’
Markham went inside and Perry smoked another cigarette, listened to the music. He flipped his butt into the gravel parking lot and went through the doors.
Addie waved. A Silver Bay buck had her tight, they were reeling, half polka and half two-step, Du, Du, liebst mir im Herzen, Du, Du, liebst mir im Sinn, Du, Du … the Black Forest, the Magic Forest, back and forth, the great camp-fire, tribal rhythms. Perry watched them all dance. Addie was hot and wet and brown. There were red callouses on her heels where the sandal straps rubbed.
‘Come on,’ she called, ‘dance, dance.’
He grinned, shook his head. He was a little drunk.
‘Dance!’ Harvey called.
Bishop Markham hollered something and waved. Herb Wolff, holding a big woman, also waved. Franz beamed and played the accordion.
When the song ended, everyone clapped and Addie’s friends thumped the accordion player and bought him a beer.
Harvey sat down. It was too noisy to talk and they drank their beers and watched people.
In a while, Addie joined them. She could be very gay.
‘You should dance more,’ she said, sitting down, ‘It makes everyone happy when they dance. Is this your hero brother?’
‘This is the monster.’
‘You look something like a pirate. Do you know what the reason is?’
‘Everyone says that.’
‘This is Addie.’
‘She looks like a bloody Indian.’
‘Everyone says that, too. Actually I’m from New Guinea.’
‘Really? No shit? I plan to go there someday.’
‘Look up my relatives,’ she said.
Perry found himself grinning. ‘Addie-works in the library. She’s a kind of assistant librarian or something. She saves all the good books for me.’ He wrapped his hands around the bottle and squeezed. It was a great blur.
‘You look just like an Indian,’ Harvey said. ‘Sure you’re not Indian? You could make a very classy Indian.’
‘Sure,’ she said.
‘She is part Indian, Harv.’
Addie was very gay. She talked about dancing and swimming and people. Harvey became quiet. Franz came out again with his accordion and Harvey asked her to dance and Perry sat alone and watched them, and when they came back he felt tired.
‘You must learn to dance,’ she said. ‘A great picker-upper. All my friends have to dance.’ Addie moved beside him. ‘Here, I’ll show you how. You can’t be watching all the time, come on. I’ll show you a tricky polka.’
He put his glasses on the table. It was a long, exhausting dance. He was out of shape. Over her shoulder, he saw Harvey watching.
Afterwards he went outside to pee. It was a ritual that the men peed outside and the women peed in the women’s room. He breathed some fresh air.
Inside again, Harvey and Addie were dancing. The Hamms beer sign was revolving. She was bright and fun and she danced on her heels. He got a beer and watched Harvey and Addie and Bishop Markham and the others.
Jud Harmor came in, took a stool at the end of the bar, refused a beer, and pulled his straw hat down. People gave him lots of room.
Harvey held Addie, whooping on the dance floor, and the old timbers were rocking.
When the dance ended, the young waitress took Harvey back to the floor.
Addie was wet and smiling.
‘He’s a real pirate,’ she said. ‘He can dance.’
‘I was watching.’
She touched his arm. ‘Peeping Paul.’
‘Yeah. Ol’ peeping Paul peeped a peck of pickled trouble.’
‘So clever.’
‘Would you like a beer?’
‘Here, let’s us sit down,’ she said.
They took a corner booth. Addie watched Harvey and the beehived waitress dance. ‘He is a fine dancer,’ she said.
‘Sure.’
‘Tell me about your brother the pirate.’
‘There’s nothing to tell. He’s a nice guy. Everybody says that. He’s a rascal and a scamp.’
‘A pirate!’
‘I guess so.’
Addie was barefoot. She put her sandals on the table.
‘There’s nothing like a pirate to brighten things up. Why isn’t Grace here? You should have brought Grace. Then we would have been a group, and groups are always more fun. What happened to his eye?’
‘He was wounded.’
‘Well, I know that. How did it happen?’
Perry shrugged. He had a tight fever. ‘The telegrams just said he’d been wounded, I don’t know. He’s all right now. He hasn’t said anything about it.’
‘That’s silly. I’ll drag it out of him then. I’m good at that. I’ll drag out the whole gruesome story and make him feel all better about it.’
‘You’re the one to do it, Addie.’
‘Want to dance with me?’
‘Not that. Not now, I’m pretty tipsy.’
‘Such a pirate.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Let’s dance. That’ll make it better.’ She got up and held his arm.
‘Don’t be so happy.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Everything gets better, you know.’
‘Let’s dance then.’
‘I’ll dance barefoot.’
‘Spectacular, Addie.’
‘Hmmm.’ She removed his glasses. ‘There, how’s that?’ Very slowly, she pulled him up. ‘Very tribal, don’t you think? Firewater and campfires and wild rhubarb, all erotic.’
‘Stop that.’
‘Don’t be silly. You should be barefoot,