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Authors: Laurie Graham

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I just let her cry some, held her in my arms. I caught a whiff of booze on her. She must have downed it as soon as she heard the crash siren.

I said, ‘Honey, you gotta get a grip. You carry on this way, you're gonna make yourself ill. Then what's Okey gonna do? Airman without his sweetheart ain't worth a light.’

‘Yeah,’ she said. She was fixing up her face. ‘I know.’

We carried on, looping up behind Pepper Clump and the sugar factory and then starting to drop down towards Drampton, so we could pick up Crystal. And who should we pass, trudging along in her zip-front boots, but the woman herself.

I said, ‘There's Kath Pharaoh.’

She ran when she saw me stop for her. She didn't take any coaxing to climb in and get a ride home that time.

‘Well, fancy seeing you,’ she said.

I said, ‘This is Gayle. Now you've met the whole gang.’

‘How do you do, very pleased to meet you,’ she said. ‘You got home all right, then? In all that fog? I've been wondering about you.’

I said, ‘But we all came by a few weeks ago. We came visiting but you weren't home. John said you were working.’

‘Did he?’ she said.

I said, ‘Didn't you get the stuff we brought? In a box?’

Kath took her eyes off the road for a minute. ‘Biscuits?’ she said. ‘And strong drink? Was that you?’

I said, ‘It was from all of us. Betty. And Lois. The red-head? And Audrey. You remember? The tall one? We wanted you to have a few things.’

‘Well,’ she said, ‘that's no use expecting a man to get a story straight. John Pharaoh said that was the copper-knob brought it. He never mentioned the rest of you. Was that you brought woollens? And good trousers, hardly worn?’

Seemed like Lois had turned into some kinda angel of mercy. Seemed like she'd decided to fly solo.

‘Well, I thank you very much,’ she said. ‘They were grand biscuits. And them funny sausages in a tin. Champion. Fancy him getting his story wrong. You had a airyplane in trouble this morning, then? We heard the siren a-wailing.’

I tried to signal to her not to pursue that line of conversation, but she was intent on watching me drive.

‘That's a dangerous thing, flying,’ she said. ‘That's a mystery to me how a big heavy thing like that stays up in the sky. How they don't come a-tumbling down every time, I shall never know.’

I was quite expecting Gayle to start up again, but she managed a smile instead. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘It's a mystery to me too.’

There was no sign of John when we dropped Kath off.

I said, ‘I'll come and fetch you out some time, like I promised? You could come and visit with Betty and see her royal scrapbooks? She'd love that. Drives her nuts, she tells us about all the dukes and princesses and none of us can ever remember who they are.’

‘Well… I could do,’ she said. She didn't exactly bite my hand off.

I said, ‘Or we could go for a drive some place? Maybe you could take a turn behind the wheel? See how it feels?’

Then you should have seen her smile. It would have lit up the Cotton Bowl.

Gayle said, ‘Are you crazy? She puts a dent in your fender, Vern's gonna throw a hissy fit.’ I hadn't really thought about that.

I called in on Audrey, when I dropped Gayle. Told her about the little misunderstanding.

I said, ‘Far as Kath knew, it was just Lois had took the groceries. And she must have been back since, took clothes for them too. Playing the lady bountiful, and never even said a word to us. I'm gonna see her, right now, find out what her game is.’

Aud said, ‘Well, of course, that's Lois. She has no concept of teamwork. Nor of when enough is enough. I just hope she's not going round offending people. You know, Peggy, the Pharaohs may be paupers, but I'm sure they have their pride.’

Sandie was drinking red jello from a cup.

‘Don't know what the hell I did wrong,’ Lois said. ‘Two days in the Frigidaire and it still ain't set.’

I said, ‘You've been visiting John Pharaoh, I hear.’

She looked at me. There was just a flicker. At the time, I couldn't have said what it was.

I said, ‘You have to tread careful, you, know? Audrey was just saying, how you gotta be careful with charity. Give people too much and you might offend them. Or they could just get that they expect more and more.’

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘I can see the dangers of giving away a couple of Herb's wore-out shirts. Create unrest and discontent among the natives. Next thing you know, you've got an international incident on your hands. There's probably something in Post Regulations about it. Probably something about putting a fist in Audrey Rudman's know-it-all face, too, but I may just go for it anyhow. You know how I do love to live life on the edge.’

One thing about Lois. She never bottled things up.

12

We found a back road with tarmac for Kath's first lesson.

I said, ‘Now. Hold the gas pedal right there and listen to the engine. Bring your shift pedal up real slow, and keep listening, till you hear the sound changing, then just hold it there. You feel how it's ready to move? Y'understand what I mean? Okay, let's roll. Gently now. Just give the gas pedal a gentle squeeze.’

I gave her an hour and she was away.

Kath Pharaoh was a natural-born driver. I'd taught a few. My big sister, Connie, didn't know her right from her left; and a girl on the base at Carswell, a New York City girl, never used anything but the subway, suddenly found herself with the whole of Texas outside her door. But I never seen anybody take to it like Kath. I just hoped she wouldn't ask me to teach John too. There was something about that smile of his gave me the creeps. Sometimes when I went to pick her up he'd be round the side, skinning a rabbit or fixing up his traps. He'd smile and smile, like he was real excised to see visitors, specially if Gayle had come along for the ride. She was a pretty little thing and he'd keep sneaking a look at her.

All through the spring of ‘52 I saw Kath twice a week at least and she'd drive me around. She was so thrilled, specially when any of those Jexes and Gotobeds'd seen her. She'd give them some regal kinda wave, and then she'd turn and give me her new Pepsodent grin.

One time, when it came on to rain, we stopped and picked up a woman trudging along with heavy bags.

‘Look at poor old Annie gitting drenched,’ Kath said. ‘Can we give her a ride?’

It was a proud moment for her, leaning out of her window, shouting, ‘Jump in the back, Annie, and I'll drop you near your door.’

She climbed in and perched there, steaming, like a wet dog.

Kath said, ‘You all right there, Annie? Soon have you home. Once you can drive a motor, you wonder how you ever went on without it.’

Not that our passenger had asked. She didn't say a word, and when Kath stopped, outside one of those crouched-down houses, she just got out and went. Never a goodbye or a thank-you.

I said, ‘Who'd you say she was?’

‘Annie,’ she said. ‘She was Annie Jex, then she married Harold Howgego. Their boy Colin was took prisoner in the last lot; Japs got him. You should have seen him when they sent him home. I've seen more flesh on a sparrow. Now, he married a girl from Lynn, and
her
mother was a Jex, only not the same lot, of course. Annie was one of the Waplode Jexes, and her mother was a Pargeter.’

She killed me, reeling them off. I said, ‘I think you just invent these names.’

‘Why?’ she said. ‘Don't your lot have Howgegos? I didn't think there was anything you didn't have.’

‘Howgegos!’ I said ‘What kind of name is that, anyway? I think you lie in bed at night and dream them up.’

She laughed. ‘No I don't,’ she said. ‘But I have thought up what name I'd have if I was to be a film star. I'd be Loretta. Loretta Jayne-with-a-Y Pharaoh.’

Kath always put me in a good mood. Didn't matter how much it blew or rained or if I couldn't make it, after I'd promised we'd go driving, I never heard a word of discontent from her. It was like having a puppy-dog around, always wagging its tail. She was just as happy to come out to play or curl up in her basket and wait.

I said, ‘Okay, Loretta Jayne, are you gonna turn this car round nice and neat? Can you do it in three?’

‘Piece of cake.’

I said, ‘You think you'll ever get your own wheels?’

‘When we come up on the Treble Chance,’ she said. ‘First thing I'd do is get the electric light brought in. If we had the electric light, I could see to do a bit of sewing. Then I'd buy a motor and a new wringer. And I'd pay you back, for all your juice I've been using up. I'd come to America and take you out for a slap-up tea.’

13

None of us had been seeing much of Lois, apart from Betty, who had near enough adopted little Sandie.

‘Lois is a restless soul,’ Betty said to us one time. ‘She's one of those girls derives no pleasure from a shelf of Home-made preserves or a stack of nice ironed sheets, so she may as well go out and commune with nature …’

Audrey spluttered her coffee all over us.
‘Commune
with nature? That's a ten-dollar word for anything Lois might get up to.’

Betty turned pink.

‘I don't care what she does,’ she said. ‘Point I'm making is, she's a girl who can't be cooped up inside four walls. You know what she's like when she gets a mood on her. If I can babysit I'm probably sparing the poor child getting the rough side of her tongue. Heck, Sandie toddles around after me, got her own little duster and pan, just like Deana used to do. She's no trouble at all.’

I walked with Audrey to the PX.

I said, ‘You have any idea what Lois is up to? Driving off the base all the time.’ She sure seemed to have got over her fear of getting scalped out there.

‘Don't ask,’ she said. ‘Don't tempt me. The germ of gossip may be likened unto a cancer. Gospel according to the CO's wife, Chapter One, Verse One. All I'll say is, I never would have taken Lois Moon for such a
outdoors
kind of girl. Kath ever say anything to you?’

I said, ‘Such as?’

‘Bout Lois up there visiting all the time?’

Far as I could make out, it was just speculation. I was with the CO's wife all the way on the dangers of idle talk. Made no sense to me, what a girl like Lois'd be doing with a eel-trapper always looked like he'd got a dirty secret, the way he smiled, always fiddling with his fingers and pacing around. I wasn't convinced John Pharaoh was playing with a full deck of cards. Still, I was afraid for Kath. She was such a trusting soul. And I was missing Lois, too. We never hung out any more. Never had any laughs. When friend husband is gone for days on end, you need somebody, help you take up the slack.

Audrey was at the Wives’ Club all hours. She loved bridge afternoons and setting up rosters for Red Cross Clothes Closet, and all that stuff. She was always on Gayle's case to get involved. Said if she wanted Okey to get ahead she had to be seen playing her part too. But Gayle hated the Club. The one time she tried it she was taken to one side and told officers wives don't chew gum. She never went back.

There couldn't have been two girls less suited to be neighbours than Audrey and Gayle. And when Benedetto died of his injuries, they had a real ruckus. Gayle said it was plain cruel, the way his widow got three weeks’ notice to clear the post.

Audrey said, ‘Oh, Gayle, grow up why don't you? You know how many E-5S are waiting to get on base? You can't have the DW of a deceased sitting around, occupying quarters. Hell, she's not even military any more.’

For a whole week they managed not to speak to each other, even though their houses were joined together. Then just when I hoped the Easter Bunny might deliver a little love and forgiveness, Carol Benedetto hanged herself. They found her in her quarters. The place was all scrubbed out and shipshape ready for the final inspection. Just scuff marks on the wall where her feet had scrabbled, at the end. When Gayle heard, she went on a bender. I found her down in her broke-back cottage, still in her robe, and I'd say she'd been drinking all morning.

‘I want to go home,’ she said. ‘I wanna go home, see my kid brothers. Get a little house in Boomer. I want Okey. Can you get Okey for me?’

But Okey was at the pad, and when a man's standing the alert, he can't be reached, don't matter if the sky fell in. I put her to bed and as soon as she was asleep I went round to ask Lois to sit with her, while I put Vern's shirts through the washer. Course, Lois wasn't home. Good old Herb was there, feeding Sandie on grilled cheese.

‘Hey, c'mon in,’ he said. ‘See what I'm making for her birthday.’

He was carving a long piece of wood. ‘See?’ he said. ‘It's a African geeraffe. She always loved them dopey-looking creatures. What'you think?’

I guess when he stood it up it did have a kinda animal shape to it.

I said, ‘She'll be thrilled, Herb. You happen to know what time she'll be home?’

‘Couldn't say,’ he said. ‘She likes to drive around some when I'm here to watch Sandie. Get out and about, looking for wishing-wells and newborn lambs and stuff.’

Sandie'd finished her sandwich and was starting on the wood chippings so I left Herb to clean up.

‘Peggy,’ he called after me. ‘Don't forget now. The geeraffe is a secret.

14

Audrey and Betty were just coming out from the OWC. They'd been helping set up an Easter candy trail for the kids.

‘Time for a truce, Aud,’ I said. ‘This Benedetto business has hit Gayle real hard. I'm afraid she's cracking up.’

Betty said, ‘I have a good nourishing soup at home. I'll go fetch some. That girl needs a mother.’

Audrey said, ‘Yeah, and I'll come straight down, see Gayle. Maybe I was a little hard on her. You didn't tell anybody else?’

I said, ‘Tell anybody else what?’

She lowered her voice. ‘Why, that she's drinking, of course. What we have here is a damage-limitation situation. Wife starts to run off the rails, there goes a man's career and Okey's good troop.’

Seemed to me the main thing was to make sure Gayle didn't come to any harm.

‘Well,’ I said, ‘while we're on the subject of problem wives, Lois is out on the loose again. Herb's home playing Mr Mom.’

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