Appointment in Samarra (9 page)

He represented the best things in the community. He was a member of the County Medical Society, the Medical Club of Philadelphia, the Gibbsville Chamber of Commerce, the Gibbsville Community Chest (director), the Children’s Home Association (life subscriber), the Y.M.C.A. (director), Lantenengo County Historical Society, the Gibbsville Club (board of governors), the Lantenengo Country Club (board of governors), the Gibbsville Assembly (membership committee), the Union League of Philadelphia, the Ancient and Arabic Order-Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, the Scottish Rite Masons (32°), and the Liberty (formerly Germania) Hook & Ladder Company Number 1 (honorary). He also was a director of the Gibbsville National Bank & Trust Company, the Gibbsville Building & Loan Company, the Gibbsville-Cadillac Motor Car Company, the Lantenengo Lumber Company, and the Gibbsville Tap & Reamer Company. Episcopalian. Republican. Hobbies: golf, trapshooting. All that in addition to his work at the hospital and his private practice. Of course he didn’t do nearly the private practice he used to. He was more or less giving that up and specializing in surgery. He left the little stuff to the younger men that were just starting out—childbirth and tonsils and ordinary sickness.

If there was one thing he loved, outside of his wife and son, it was surgery. He had been doing surgery for years, in the days when the ambulances from the mines were high black wagons, open at the rear, drawn by two black mules. It was almost a day’s drive from some of the mines to the hospital, in the mule-drawn-ambulance days. Sometimes the patient or patients would bleed to death on the way, in spite of the best of care on
the part of the first aid crews. Sometimes a simple fracture would be joggled into a gangrenous condition by the time the ambulance got off the terrible roads. But when that occurred Dr. English would amputate. Even when it didn’t look like gangrene Dr. English would amputate. He wanted to be sure. If the case was a skull fracture and Dr. English knew about it in time, he would say to the one man in the world he hated most: “Say, Doctor Malloy, I’ve ordered the operating room for five o’clock. Man brought in from Collieryville with a compound fracture of the skull. I think it’s going to be very interesting, and I’d like you to come up and see it if you have time.” And Mike Malloy, in the old mule-ambulance days, would be polite and tell Dr. English he would be very glad to. Dr. Malloy would get into his gown and follow Dr. English to the operating room, and by saying “I think this, Doctor English” and “I think that, Doctor English,” Dr. Malloy would direct Dr. English in trephining the man on the table. But that was in the old days, before Dr. English overheard one of the surgical nurses saying: “Trephine this afternoon. I hope to God Malloy’s around if English is going to try it.” The nurse later was dismissed for being caught undressed in an intern’s room, a crime of which she had been guilty many times, but which had been overlooked because she knew at least as much medicine as half of the men on the staff, and more surgery than several of the surgeons. But even without her assistance Dr. English continued to do surgery, year after year, and several of the men he trephined lived. The dismissal of that nurse had one effect: Dr. Malloy never again spoke to Dr. English. “Need I say more?” Dr. English said, in telling his wife of Malloy’s strange behavior.

III

One look at his father told Julian that the old man had not heard anything about the scene in the smoking room of the country club. The old man greeted him about as usual, with Merry Christmas thrown in, but Julian expected that. He knew there was nothing wrong when he saw the old man’s
mustache flatten back and the crow’s feet behind his shell-rim spectacles wrinkle up in the smile that he saved for Caroline. “Well, Caroline,” said the doctor. He took Caroline’s right hand in his own and put his left hand on her shoulder. “Help you with your coat?”

“Thanks, Father English,” she said. She put her packages down on the hall table and was helped out of her mink coat. The old man took it to the closet under the stairs and put it on a hanger. “Haven’t seen you in I guess it must be two weeks,” he said.

“No. Christmas preparations—”

“Yes, I know. Well, we didn’t do very much in the way of shopping. I thought it over and I told Mrs. English, I said I think checks would be more acceptable this year, wherever we can—”

“Doc-tor!” came a voice.

“Oh, there she is now,” said the doctor.

“Merry Christmas!” Caroline called out.

“Merry Christmas, Mother,” shouted Julian.

“Oh, you’re here,” she replied, and appeared at the top of the steps. “I was just about to say we ought to call you up. It must have been a good party at the club.” Julian saw his father’s expression change. Mrs. English came downstairs and kissed Caroline, and then Julian.

“Now let’s all have a nice cocktail,” said Mrs. English, “and then we can tell Ursula to start serving while everything’s still hot. You two are so late. What kept you? Did you really get in so late last night? How was the dance?”

“I couldn’t get the car started,” said Julian. “Cold.”

“What?” said the old man. “Couldn’t get it started? I thought that apparatus you put in your garage, I thought—”

“It wasn’t in the garage. I left it out all night,” said Julian.

“Our driveway was blocked,” said Caroline. “
We’re
out in real
country
. It was drifted as high as the roof.”

“Was it?” said the doctor. “I never knew it to drift that high out where you are. Remarkable. Well, I s’pose a Martini. Martini, Caroline?”

“Fine for me,” said Caroline. “What about you, Julian?”

“Now, Caroline,” said the doctor. “He’ll drink anything, and you know it.”

“See our tree?” said Julian’s mother. “Such a skimpy little thing, but they’re so much trouble. I like a spruce, but they’re so much trouble I don’t think it’s worth it when there aren’t any children in the house.”

“We have a small tree, too,” said Caroline.

“When Julian was a boy, do you remember those trees? You must have been here during the holidays when we had a tree, weren’t you, Caroline?”

“No, I don’t think I ever was. Julian used to hate me then, remember?”

“Funny, isn’t it?” said Julian’s mother. “Tsih, when I look back. You’re right. He didn’t like to play with you, but my gracious, I don’t think he disliked you. He was in awe of you. But we all were. Still are.” Caroline gave her mother-in-law a hug.

“Oh, now, Mother,” she said. “Julian did hate me. Probably because I was older.”

“Well, you wouldn’t think it now,” said the older woman. “I mean that both ways. You wouldn’t think he ever hated you, and you certainly wouldn’t think you were older. Julian, why don’t you go to the ‘Y’ or something? Let me look. Turn your face over that way…. You are. You’re getting a double chin. Julian, really.”

“Very busy man,” said Julian.

“Here we are,” said the doctor. “Drink this one, Caroline, and you and I can have another before we sit down.”

“We can all have another one,” said his wife, “but we’ll have to take it in to the table with us. I don’t want to keep the girls any later than necessary. But that doesn’t mean you’re to bolt your food. Bad for the digestion.”

“It is if you don’t masticate—” said the doctor.

“Doctor, please don’t say that,” said his wife. “Chew your food is just as good a word. Well, shall we have a toast?”

“Yes, I think so,” said the doctor. He raised the glass. “‘God bless us, everyone,’” he said; and all momentarily serious and self-conscious, they drank their drinks.

IV

Caroline and Julian, in the car, waved to Dr. and Mrs. English, and then Julian slowly took his foot off the clutch and the car pulled away. The clock on the dashboard said 4:35.

Julian reached in his pocket and took out the Christmassy envelope, which had been on his plate, exactly like the envelope that had been on Caroline’s plate. He laid it in Caroline’s lap. “See how much it’s for,” he said.

She opened the envelope and looked at the check. “Two hundred and fifty,” she said.

“How much was yours?” he said.

She opened her envelope. “Same thing,” she said. “Two hundred and fifty. Really, that’s too much. They’re sweet.” She stopped herself and he looked at her without turning.

“What is it?” he inquired.

“Oh,” she said. “It’s just that they’re so swell. Your mother is such a darling. I don’t see how you—if she finds out about last night, your performance, do you realize how ashamed she’ll be?”

“She’s my mother,” he said.

“Yes, she is. It’s pretty hard to believe sometimes.”

“Am I going to be bawled out the rest of the way home?” he said.

“No,” she said. “What’s the use? What are you planning to do about Harry?”

“Harry? I don’t know. I could call him up,” he said.

“No, that’s not enough. I think the best thing is for you to take me home and then go to his house and apologize in person.”

“Fat chance,” said Julian.

“All right. But if you don’t, I go to no more parties with you. That means I’ll stay home from everything that we’ve accepted, and another thing,
our
party is
off
. If you think I’m going to make a spectacle of myself for people to talk about, going around to parties and having people feel sorry for me because of your behavior—I just won’t do it, Ju, I won’t do it, and that’s that.”

“If there’s anything I hate, it’s that’s that,” he said. “All right. I’ll go to his house. He’s probably forgotten about it, and my going there will bugger things up proper.”

“Please promise me you
won’t
bugger things up. You can handle him, Ju, if you’re just careful. I didn’t mean it when I said you couldn’t. You can. Turn on some of that English charm and he’ll fall for it. But please make it right so there won’t be a situation for the rest of the holidays. Will you, darling?” Her tone had changed completely, and her earnestness thrilled him. She was not quite so handsome when she was being earnest, but she so seldom wanted anything enough to be earnest about it that she became a new and rare Caroline.

“One condition,” he said.

“What?”

“Will you do it?” he said.

“I won’t promise till I know what it is. What’s the condition?”

“That you be in bed when I get home,” he said.

“Now? In the afternoon?”

“You always used to love to in the daylight.” He reached over and put his hand high on the inside of her leg.

She nodded slowly.

“Ah, you’re my sweet girl,” he said, already grateful. “I love you more than tongue can tell.”

She spoke no more the rest of the way home, not even goodbye when she got out of the car, but he knew. It was always that way when they were away from their home, and made a date to go to bed when they got home. When they made a date like that she thought of nothing else until they got home. She wanted nothing else, and no one else could take anything of her, not even the energy that goes into gregarious gayety. Always she seemed then to crouch a little, although she didn’t actually crouch. But whenever they did that, from the moment she agreed, to the ultimate thing, she began to submit. And driving away he knew again, as he had known again and again, that with Caroline that was the only part of their love that was submission. She was as passionate and as curious, as experimental and joyful as ever he was. After four years she was still the only
woman he wanted to wake up with, to lie glowing with—yes, and even to have intercourse with. The things that she said, the words he had taught her, and the divining queries that they put to each other—they were his and hers. They were the things that made her fidelity so important, he believed; and when he thought of how important those things were, the words and the rest, he sometimes could understand that the physical act in unfaithfulness can be unimportant. But he doubted that infidelity is ever unimportant.

He stopped the car at Harry Reilly’s house, where Reilly lived with his widowed sister and her two sons and daughter. It was a low stone and brick house, with a vast porch around three sides. He pushed the bellbutton, and Mrs. Gorman, Reilly’s sister, came to the door. She was a stout woman with black hair, with a dignity that had nothing to do with her sloppy clothes. She was nearsighted, wore glasses, but she recognized Julian. “Oh, Julian English. Come on in,” she said, and left the door open for him to close. She did not bother to be polite. “I guess you want to see Harry,” she said.

“Yes, is he here?” he said.

“He’s here,” she said. “Go on in the living-room and I’ll go up and tell him. He’s in bed.”

“Oh, don’t disturb him,” said Julian, “if he’s still asleep.”

She made no answer. She went upstairs. She was gone less than five minutes.

“He can’t see you,” she said.

He stood and looked at her, and she returned his look without a word and her expression said, “It’s up to you.”

“Mrs. Gorman, you mean he won’t see me?” said Julian.

“Well, he said to tell you he can’t see you. It’s the same difference.”

“I came here to apologize for last night,” said Julian.

“I know you did,” she said. “I told him he was a fool to raise a stink about it, but you can’t change him. He has a right to stay sore if he wants to.”

“Yes, I know.”

“I told him what he should of done was give you a puck in the mouth when you threw the drink at him, but he said there
were other ways of fixing you.” She was completely ruthless and honest, but Julian had a suspicion that she was a little on his side.

“You don’t think it would do any good if I went upstairs?”

“Only make matters worse, if you want my opinion. He has a black eye.”

“Black eye?”

“Yes. It isn’t much of a one, but it’s there. The ice from the drink. You must of slung it pretty hard. No, I guess the best thing you can do is go. You won’t get anywhere hanging around here now, and he’s upstairs waiting till you go so he can curse you out once you get outside.”

Julian smiled. “Do you think if I leave and he curses me out, it’d be all right if I came back then?”

Her face became a little angry. “Listen, Mr. English, I don’t want to stick my two cents in this one way or the other. It’s none of my affair. But I want to tell you this much. Harry Reilly is a sore pup, and there isn’t anything funny about it when he gets sore.”