Place of duty—4
We paid attention then. All of us.
Nobody in the squad had seen a round-eye since two doughnut dollies came to
Angelique two months past. The girls were kind of cute, and they had light
brown hair and eyes that smiled. They laughed a lot, too, and it had been far
too long since anybody heard a girl laugh.
“Uh-hunh,” Hunter said. “This woman, she
had a boyfriend, maybe a husband, hunh. That’s the only reason a man’d come
back to this shit.”
“She was divorced,” Kincaid said. “I
don’t know if she had a boyfriend.”
Billy D said, “She was a older woman.”
He shook his head. “They say a older woman, she knows what she’s doin.”
“Who says that?” Wizard said. “Who’s
this ‘they’ everybody talks about?” He turned in Billy D’s direction. Wizard
and Billy D were always jawing at each other. “Somebody you know screwed a
older woman, told you she knew what she was doin? Must’ve been somebody you
know, cause I know you ain’t had no older woman.”
Billy D couldn’t let the remark go by.
“Hey, Man. You don’t know who I screwed, who I ain’t screwed. Maybe I screwed a
older woman, that’s how come I know they know what they’re doin.”
“You ain’t screwed a older woman, Billy
D,” Wizard said. “I know you, Man. If you’d ever screwed a older woman, you
woulda told us.”
“Well, maybe I keep some shit to myself,”
Billy D said. “Maybe I don’t tell you everythin.”
“Sheeit,” Wizard said, but Hunter
stopped the argument.
“You two shut the fuck up,” Hunter said.
“I asked Kincaid a simple question, you two butt in. I ain’t asked neither one
of you shit, and you got to argue like what you think is important.”
Wizard drew on his cigarette. Billy D
sucked beer and then crumpled the can. “He started it. All’s I said ...”
“I don’t care,” Hunter said. “Shut the
fuck up and let Kincaid answer the question.”
Kincaid smiled. “What was the question?”
he said, and we all laughed, except Wizard and Billy D. Kincaid got another
beer. Hunter passed the church key. “Thanks,” Kincaid said. He punched holes in
the can, then handed the opener back to Hunter. “Like Billy D said, she was an
older woman. About thirty-three, thirty-four. Somewhere in there.” He sipped at
his beer and stared into the night.
Wizard broke the silence. “What’d she
look like?”
“Tall,” Kincaid said. “Maybe five-foot
eight. Slender. Red hair, green eyes.”
“Man,” Billy D said. “A red-headed
woman. They say ...”
Hunter jumped in before Wizard could
start the argument again. “Shut up, Billy D.” He turned toward Kincaid. “Tall
woman, huh.”
“Yeah,” Kincaid said. “She was a fine
looking woman.” He sat on the edge of the bunker, his hands inside his knees.
“I’ve always had a weakness for fine looking women.”
Hunter laughed. “Who doesn’t?”
“The thing is,” Kincaid said, “I just
can’t turn down a fine looking woman.”
“Well, shit,” Wizard said. “You Rudolph
Fuckin Valentino or somethin? Women always crawlin all over you?” He looked up
at me. “Tom, you ever turn any down? I mean, just because a girl ain’t some
beauty queen or somethin?”
I thought about the question a few
seconds. “Nope. Don't remember ever telling a girl get lost cause she ain’t
pretty enough.”
Wizard laughed. “You took too much time
thinkin, Tom. You been out with that many ugly girls?”
“There ain’t no such thing, Wizard,” I
said. “I mean, in my entire life of nineteen years, I’ve seen one ugly girl.”
Wizard slapped a knee. “You ain’t been
anywhere, then.”
Hunter’s voice was quiet when he said,
“Wizard.”
“Yeah?”
“Kincaid has the floor.”
“Okay,” Wizard said. “Okay. Go ahead on,
man. Tell us how fine women always throwin themselves at you, you got to beat
em off with a stick.”
Billy D didn't let that remark pass. “Ol
Wizard knows all about beatin off.”
“Billy D,” Hunter said, “I swear,
between you and Wizard ... You just like my sister’s kids. Both of you. Don’t
know when to shut up. If I have to say anything else, I’m really gonna be
pissed off.”
Billy D raised a hand. “Okay, Man.
Okay.”
Hunter looked at Wizard. Wizard raised
both hands. “I ain’t sayin nothin.”
“All right,” Hunter said. “I think you
can tell us the rest, Kincaid.”
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