Zombies: The Recent Dead (22 page)

There’s no perfect answer to your question. It depends on the two people and their definition of their relationship and themselves.

Gosh, I don’t know, Bud. It all sounds pretty complicated.

It’s the easiest thing in the world. You could call her today just to thank her for going with you to the skating party. That’s a common courtesy. A girl would appreciate the gesture. Remember, though, to have a sensible attitude. Your call shouldn’t go on for hours.

Should I ask her out again when I call?

After your courtesy call, I would wait a couple of days. By then it will be mid-week, and it will still give her several days notice . Remember, though, not to call her so late that she thinks she’s the last resort.

So Jerry did call Caroline later that day, and handled it just the way Bud suggested. Although he yearned to talk to Caroline for hours, he kept it short. She seemed to genuinely appreciate his thoughtfulness.

Her receptive attitude toward him made his next call easy.

Hi Caroline, it’s Jerry.

Hi, Jerry. How are you?

I’m doing very well, thank you. And yourself?

Just fine, thanks.

I was wondering, Caroline if you would like to go on a hay ride this Saturday? The whole gang is going.

Oh, I’d love to, Jerry.

Great. I’ll come for you around six, if that’s okay.

That would be perfect. I’ll see you then, Jerry.

Thank you, Caroline. Goodbye.

Jerry passed the week in a daze. A wonderful new world was opening up for him. He thought about Caroline constantly, and eagerly anticipated their next engagement. A hay ride would be the ideal second date. You don’t ask just anyone to go on a hayride. Skating is something you do separately, but a hayride is something you do . . . together. There could be several opportunities for floating his arm around her shoulder. Sweet. Bud strongly approved, too. Everything was going to be a shining golden sky.

And then disaster turned his social life on its ear.

Actually, more toward the front of his head.

One moment his left eyeball was tucked snugly into its socket where it belonged, the next moment it had migrated down his cheek, like a mouse peeking out of its hole.

The rotting must have progressed further than he realized. Jerry knew it was inevitable, although he hadn’t cared to dwell on it, but why did it have to happen now? This week? So close to the hayride?

He tried to look on the bright side. The eye was still attached. That was worth something. Jerry tried to recall anatomy. Was it the optic nerve that secured the eyeball to the socket? And when that disintegrated . . .

What a fix.

Jerry immediately sought out Bud. He had to help. He just had to. Both of his eyes had long since vacated the premises. He must know what to do.

After hearing his dilemma, Bud said,
Well heck, I’d lend you mine, if I still had any.

Can’t we just pop it back in?

Afraid not. The normal rotting of tissue, plus the bugs, plus . . .

Okay, okay. So what am I going to do? I have a date with Caroline on Saturday. We’re going on a hayride. I can’t let her see me like this.

Don’t call attention to it and she’ll hardly notice.

How could she not notice? My eye is hanging halfway down my face for gosh sake.

Try to keep her on the side of your good eye.

I don’t think that’s going to solve much.

Listen, Jerry. This is just in the nature of things. You can’t stop it. I can’t stop it. We just do the best we can with what we have left of ourselves. Death goes on.

But Caroline . . .

You think she really likes you?

Yes. I do.

Then it won’t matter. Consider this: if one of her eyes fell out of her head, would you stop seeing her?

Well, no . . .

There, you see? She probably feels exactly the same way.

But she’s so pretty.

They’re always pretty, in the beginning.

But what should I say to her?

Be straightforward. Girls appreciate that. There’s no need to get graphic, of course. Avoid the temptation to seek sympathy. Have a positive, accepting attitude. You still have one good eye, don’t you?

Well, yes . . .

If you let her know you’re disturbed by it, then you’ll just end up making her feel uncomfortable. She’ll be glad to follow your lead. Once you explain the situation, don’t bring it up again. Soon, you won’t even remember that your eye is out of its socket, dangling there.

I don’t know, Bud . . .

It will work, Jerry. Trust me. I haven’t steered you wrong so far, have I?

Bud was right. His advice had been invaluable. He had common sense in bushels.

Jerry didn’t want to spring any surprises on Caroline, so on Saturday morning he called for her.

Hi, Caroline. This is Jerry.

Well hi, Jerry. How are you?

I’m fine, Caroline. And yourself?

Fine, thank you. We’re still on for tonight, aren’t we?

Yes, of course. But, uh, there’s a little problem.

A problem?

I’m just having some trouble with my eye.

Nothing too serious, I hope.

Oh, no, no. . . . It’s just, well, not exactly in the socket anymore. It’s sort of . . . hanging down.

My goodness.

I mean, it’s still attached. No doubt about that.

Yes, of course.

Silence.

I’m sorry,
Jerry said.

It’s okay. I understand, I really do.

You do?

I sure do. You still have one good eye, don’t you?

Yes.

Well there you go.

You mean you don’t mind, Caroline? You’ll still go on the hayride with me?

Yes, I’ll still go on the hayride with you, silly. You’re still the same person I went skating with, aren’t you?

Gosh, Caroline, you’re really a swell girl.

So I’ll see you this evening and I don’t want to hear another word about it.

So long, Caroline. And thank you.

Jerry put the eye out of his mind.

A few minutes before six he came to Caroline. It’s wise to leave a little early for a date. That way, there’s no need to rush when you arrive at your date’s residence. Makes for a more relaxed and enjoyable experience for everyone.

Hi, Jerry.

Hi, Caroline. Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Ames
.

He felt a warm greeting. Apparently he met with their approval.

Caroline looked beautiful. White dress, beads, peace, etc.

You look just like yourself,
said Jerry.

Thank you, Jerry. That’s sweet of you to say.

Are you all ready then?
Jerry asked.

All set. ’Night mom and dad. We’ll be back by ten-thirty.

Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Ames. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Caroline.

When they arrived at the hayride, the gang was already piling into the rotting hay wagon. Jerry had a few kernels of uneasiness as they approached the wagon. Someone was hooking a chestnut mare horse into its bridle. Large chunks of flesh were missing from the horse’s flanks. Much of its head was eaten away, a part of the jawbone showing. Nobody was making fuss about it. Jerry felt his self-confidence soar.

When they reached the business end of the wagon, Jerry stepped up first, and offered Caroline a hand. She took it and he pulled her up.

Hi gang,
Jerry said.

Hi Jerry,
the gang replied.
Nice to see you, Caroline.

Hi everybody!
Caroline said.

Jerry found a spot for them in the hay. He positioned himself so that Caroline had to sit on the side of his good eye. No sense drawing attention to the flaw if it could be easily avoided.

In a short time the driver hopped up on the front of the wagon, and gently shook the frayed reins. The skeletal horse broke into a trot, its sleigh bells sounding like a death rattle, the wagon rocking forward with the motion.

The driver guided the horse along the narrow trail that wound around the frozen pond and through the snowy field. Pines trees, statuary and ornate white buildings passed by.

What a wonderful idea this was,
Caroline said.
This is really fun.

I’m glad you came along.

Caroline patted Jerry on the forearm, then her fingers began to slide down toward his wrist, a clear sign that she was interested in holding hands.

Fortunately, Jerry first glanced down at her hand, then saw his own . . .

Immediately, he brought his arm across his chest and thrust his hand into the hay. Then, he reached across with his left hand and took hers.

I think I got a sliver,
he explained.

Oh, let me see. I can take it out.

Well, it’s in pretty deep. I’ll remove it later. It doesn’t hurt much at all, really.

This seemed to satisfy her.

Her fingers were cold, and his were gone.

Not all of them, perhaps two, possibly three. All he saw were black, rotted stumps. The digits must have fallen off after he hoisted her up onto the wagon. He didn’t even feel their departure. Were they in the wagon? He scanned the bed in the vicinity of where he had been standing, but he couldn’t spot them amid the hay and snow. They must have fallen into the snow back on the trail. He’d never find them. And even if he did, what good would they do him now?

Caroline must not have noticed. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have tried to hold that hand.

The rest of the hayride Jerry spent in nervous preoccupation with his missing appendages. The eye was bad enough. He didn’t want Caroline to think he was coming apart on her.

Why now? Why all of a sudden? It was almost like the more he tried to have a social life, the more his body rebelled.

When the hay wagon returned to their point of departure, the horse collapsing into dust, Jerry helped Caroline down to the ground with his left hand, keeping his right tucked into the pocket of his best suit. He didn’t dare search the vicinity for his fingers now.

The gang hung out afterwards, gossiping and cracking wise like dead teenagers do. Jerry struggled to keep in good spirits. When they got back to her place, it was later than he expected.

Say, look at the time,
said Jerry.
I told your folks I’d get you home by ten-thirty and here it is, almost eleven.

I’m sure they’d understand. We aren’t very late at all. There was nothing we could do about it, really.

I don’t want your parents to think I’m taking advantage of you.

They won’t think that. You can stay for awhile. I mean it.

Thank you for the offer, Caroline. I would just feel better if I took a rain check. You understand, don’t you?

Oh, of course. You’re such a gentleman, Jerry. Next time, I won’t let you off the hook so easily.

Good night, Caroline.

Good night, Jerry.
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, deftly avoiding his droopy eye. Her lips were still chilly from the hayride.

Jerry told Bud the rotten news when he returned to his plot.

Fingers rotting away, eh? Join the club.

But what can I do about it? I can’t keep company with Caroline like this. She was okay with my eye, but I can’t expect her to pretend forever. How are we supposed to hold hands?

Do it spiritually. Girls like a boy who has a kind heart. It makes them feel special.

I want to feel Caroline, touch her.

Use your other hand.

I did, but how long will that last? I’m surprised it’s still attached.

There’s no turning back, Jerry. There’s an old saying around here: If you don’t rest in peace, you’ll come apart in pieces.

Look, my prospects aren’t too good anyway. I appreciate your willingness to help me, Bud. I’ll think of something. Maybe if we can keep going on group dates I can hide it from her.

And then what?

I don’t know. I don’t know. I’ll come up with something.

Jerry knew he had to apologize to Caroline, after his behavior on the hayride.