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Authors: John Lutz
Single White Female (12 page)
19
“All kinds of scuzzballs in New York,” Hedra said when she'd returned home from work and listened to Allie. She'd brought with her the scents of outside: exhaust fumes, tobacco smoke. “This guy must have got you mixed up with somebody who looks a lot like you, huh?”
Allie was sitting in the wing chair in the living room, legs drawn up, chin resting on her knees. She'd been in that position for hours. Her chin ached dully and there were white spots on the insides of both knees where it had dug into the flesh. She hadn't eaten anything, and had drunk only half the Diet Pepsi Hedra brought her. She said, “No, he called me by name.”
Hedra shrugged. “That one I can't explain.” She walked to the window and gazed outside. There was something about her walk. It wasn't the slump-shouldered, tentative shuffle that had been Hedra's when she'd first moved into the apartment. Yet it was oddly familiar. Disturbing. Maybe it was simply the dress; she was wearing Allie's yellow dressâor a duplicateâwith the pleated skirt. Allie's shoes that she'd borrowed, though they had to be half a size too large. Did she wad Kleenexes in the toes?
Then it struck Allie and she shivered. It wasn't the dress or shoes, but the way Hedra was standing with hand on hip. The lean of her body. Even the tilt of her head. Allie saw familiarity in Hedra because of her, Allie's, own characteristics. Oh, she knew this person in front of her. A composite. A thousand flat images in countless mirrors, a thousand glances into reflecting display windows as she walked past; it was as if they'd all come to life in Hedra.
Hedra, envying Allie. Mimicking her.
Allie, understanding at last, said, “Hedra, you don't really want to be me.”
And Hedra turned. Allie almost expected to see her own face. Hedra's features were twisted in self-pity and guilt and fear. The breeze sifting in through the window had toyed with her hair and given her childish bangs. She seemed to shrink inside the dress, a small girl caught playing grown-up with Mommy's clothes.
Allie was incredulous. She knew the meaning of Hedra's reaction. “You've been impersonating me . . . !”
Hedra took two unsteady steps toward her, then stopped cold, as if she might fall down if she continued. “God, no! Nothing like that . . .”
“What, then? Who was that man? Who's been calling me?”
“I don't know. Honest! It was because of the coat, I guess.”
“Coat?”
“When I was at a singles bar down in the Village I had on your coatâthe blue one with the white collar and big white buttons. I mean, there aren't a lot of coats like that. You must have been wearing it today when that creep came up to you on the street.”
Allie
had
been wearing the blue coat. Fascinated, she lowered her legs and placed her bare feet flat on the floor. She sat and waited for Hedra to continue, wanting to hear it but afraid of what Hedra might reveal. There was something here she didn't understand. Something elusive and primal that skittered across the back of her mind on a thousand delicate legs and left her frightened.
had
been wearing the blue coat. Fascinated, she lowered her legs and placed her bare feet flat on the floor. She sat and waited for Hedra to continue, wanting to hear it but afraid of what Hedra might reveal. There was something here she didn't understand. Something elusive and primal that skittered across the back of her mind on a thousand delicate legs and left her frightened.
“Anyway,” Hedra went on, “this real cute guy came up to me at the bar and we started to talk. Then we had a few dances. I mean, there was some real chemistry there, but I didn't wanna lead him on too much, wanted to take it slow. I guess, tell you the truth, I was a little scared. It's just the way I've always been around men. So when he asked me my name, it took me by surprise, and I didn't wanna use my real name so I just blurted out the first one that popped into mind, and it was yours. I didn't figure it'd hurt anything.”
“What did this guy look like?” Allie asked.
“Tall, with black hair going a little thin on top, but with a kind face and a terrific build. Really great shoulders. Like an athlete. I wouldn't be surprised if he was one.”
Not the scrawny, sandy-haired animal who'd accosted Allie. Allie said, “So who was the kink I talked to today?”
“I don't know. Me and Bradâthat was this guy's nameâwere joined by some of his friends and he introduced me. It was too late to back out then; I had to keep on being Allie Jones. We went to another place, and another. More of Brad's friends joined us. I didn't like them, hardly any of them, especially the women. And some of the men were absolutely scary. You know, the extreme kinky kind you run into every once in a while at clubs and singles bars.”
Allie knew, from her early days in Manhattan. She never wanted to revisit that scene. But now, thanks to Hedra, it had left its dim and boozy confines and visited her on a sunny street, bringing with it its own sleaziness and darkness.
“Anyway,” Hedra said, “we went to this one guy's apartment and drank and talked, and one of the geeky women suggested group sex. Just got up and took off her blouse, danced around, and said something about us all doing some dope and having some
real
fun.”
real
fun.”
“And what'd you do?”
“Well, for God's sake, Allie, I got outta there! Soon as I saw that, I was history.”
“What about Brad?”
Hedra frowned and bit her lip. “He stayed.” Anger reddened her cheeks, brought out pinched white patches around her nose and the corners of her lips. “I never want to see him again, Allie! No matter what he does. He's not anything like he pretended to be.”
Wolves in sheep's clothing, Allie thought, monsters in people's flesh. Terror shot through her. “It might have been more than coincidence that I was approached by that weirdo so close to the Cody. Did you tell any of these people yourâmy address?”
“I didn't think so, but I might have. I don't remember a lot of that night clearly; I was . . . I'd drunk more'n I should have.”
“Had you been taking pills?”
“No, no, not pills or any other kinda dope. 'Cept for liquor. And only mixed drinks, that's all. But a crowd like that, maybe somebody put something in one of my drinks. Maybe somebody'd doctored the drinks of the girl who started dancing topless. She wasn't acting quite normal. Her eyes were funny. I dunno, bunch of sickos get together that way . . .”
Allie described the man who'd approached her on Amsterdam and West 74th, then she asked Hedra if he'd been one of the group of Brad's friends.
“Yeah, I think so. I remember him because he was so thin, and he had this nasty kinda leer and kooky eyes. He kept looking at me like he could see through my clothes.”
My clothes, Allie thought. But what difference did that make? “Remember his name?”
“Carl something, I think. I'm not sure. It's hazy.” Hedra suddenly looked horrified. “Allie, you
do
believe me, don't you?”
do
believe me, don't you?”
Allie wanted to believe, and did believe at least enough to feel the relief of having some explanation about her encounter with the pervert on the street corner, who for Christ's sake had known her name. It was easier to believe than to doubt, and what Allie was hearing was damning enough, so there was no reason for Hedra to lie. Besides, Hedra had this Calvinistic compulsion to confess, to purify herself. Truth in her would work to the surface like a splinter in a festering wound. Allie was so tired, so worn down. God, all she wanted to do now was sleep, secure in her understanding of what had happened.
Softly, she said, “Of course I believe you.”
Hedra approached and laid her trembling hand on Allie's shoulder. No, not Hedra trembling. Allie realized
she
was trembling; Hedra's hand was steady. Hedra, wearing a sapphire ring given to Allie by an old boyfriend in college. “I'll stay away from that place and those kinda people, Allie.”
she
was trembling; Hedra's hand was steady. Hedra, wearing a sapphire ring given to Allie by an old boyfriend in college. “I'll stay away from that place and those kinda people, Allie.”
“I know you will.”
“There'll be no more encounters like today, no more nasty phone calls. Not if I can help it.”
“Why, that's right,” Allie said. “That explains the obscene phone calls, too.”
“Sure it does.” Hedra's hand caressed and petted. “Everything's gonna turn out okay, Allie, believe me. We'll go out for breakfast tomorrow morning before I leave for work. At that deli down the street. All right?”
Hedra comforting Allie, calling the shots.
“All right,” Allie heard herself say. Through her weariness she realized that things weren't the same. An important balance had shifted.
Somehow, inexorably, Allie had become weaker and it was Hedra who'd come to dominate their relationship. Mimicking Allie. Dressing like her. Sometimes even wearing Allie's clothes.
Becoming
Allie Jones. A strong Allie Jones.
Becoming
Allie Jones. A strong Allie Jones.
Imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, Allie had often heard. But this was, in some strange way, more than mere imitation. It made her think of that old science-fiction movie
Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Allie didn't care. Not right now. Maybe in the morning.
Maybe.
Now, tonight, she was tired and wanted only the sweet oblivion of sleep. The bliss of total surrender.
Hedra said, “I think you should go to your room and lie down, Allie.”
Allie went.
20
Allie slept deeply until the next morning. The clock radio blared and yanked her awake at eight o'clock. Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones blasting about spending just another night with somebody. Somehow the volume of the radio had been turned up. The Stones might as well have been wailing and gyrating right alongside the bed, Mick jackknifed at the waist to lean insolently over Allie and scream in her ear.
Allie suddenly remembered one of the few responses to the résumés she'd sent out. She had an appointment for a job interview this morning. Not a very promising appointment, but nonetheless a straw to grasp.
She scooted over, reached out, and slapped the plastic button on the side of the clock radio. In the buzzing silence that followed, she lay motionless and let herself gradually wake up.
Her mind reached complete wakefulness before her body. Did she really want to get dressed and be interviewed for a job she most likely wouldn't get? Of course she did, she tried to convince herself. After all, wasn't that the reason she'd sent out résumés? Her legs were ignoring this internal debate; they felt too heavy and comfortable to move. The rectangle of sunlight lying over them seemed to have the warmth and solidity of a lead-lined blanket. Another fifteen minutes of rest won't matter, urged a deep, persistent part of her brain.
Her mind drifted, went blank.
An explosion of sound caused her body to levitate off the mattress.
But almost immediately her pounding heartbeat slowed. She'd pressed the snooze button by mistake and the Stones were back in the bedroom. That got her up in a hurry and she switched off the clock radio. She was a Stones fan, but she wanted no truck with them at eight
A.M.
A.M.
She noticed a sheet of yellow paper, a Post-it, stuck to the top of the radio. At first she thought it was her own handwriting, a reminder she'd left for herself. Then she squinted and read:
Sorry, I didn't have time for breakfastâhad to leave for work. Decided you needed sleep anyway.
Love,
Hedra
Hedra
Allie peeled the note off the radio, wadded it, and tossed it aside. She'd allowed herself plenty of time to make her ten o'clock appointment. After taking a shower, then blow-drying and combing her hair, she stood in front of her closet and chose a subdued blue skirt, navy-blue high heels, and a white blouse to wear for the interview.
When she was dressed, she glanced out the window at the gray morning and saw that it was raining. Not heavily, but with a gloomy regularity that suggested it might rain for the next twenty years, and certainly it was coming down hard enough to make a wreck of her hair. She clattered to the entry hall in her high heels and checked to see if there was an umbrella there.
No umbrella. And her blue coat she'd intended to wearâthe one Hedra favoredâwas gone.
Maybe coat and umbrella were in Hedra's closet.
Allie went to Hedra's bedroom door and knocked lightly, to be sure the unpredictable Hedra hadn't returned.
No sound. No sign of life inside.
She eased the door open and saw that the bed was made. Its white spread was smooth and pristine as layered icing on a great rectangular cake. She turned away, walked down the hall, and peered again into living room.
She noticed that the lamp near the sofa was glowing feebly in the morning light. Had Hedra left before daybreak, or had she simply forgotten the lamp last night? Maybe she'd stayed up all night, hadn't slept. Well, she was a big girl, and what she did with her time was none of Allie's business.
Allie still didn't want her hairdo destroyed.
She
tap-tap-tapped
on her high heels back into Hedra's bedroom and stared at the smooth expanse of bedspread. She'd never seen a bed that looked
so
unslept in, as if it were a display in a department store window.
tap-tap-tapped
on her high heels back into Hedra's bedroom and stared at the smooth expanse of bedspread. She'd never seen a bed that looked
so
unslept in, as if it were a display in a department store window.
Allie opened Hedra's closet door and there were the familiar clothes that Hedra, and not Allie, had worn lately. A sachet gave the closet a fresh scent of sun and flowers despite the rain outside.
The blue coat wasn't there. Neither was an umbrella.
Allie's attention snagged on something else, though. There were three cardboard shoeboxes on the closet shelf. She told herself that one of them might hold a collapsible umbrella, but she knew she really was simply curious about what the boxes contained.
She got them down from the shelf one by one and opened them, moving slowly and methodically, listening; she knew it wasn't unusual for Hedra to come home unexpectedly any time of day or night.
The first box contained only a few pieces of inexpensive jewelry. It looked familiar to Allie, and she realized the pieces were near or exact duplicates of jewelry she herself owned. Some of it, she was sure, was her jewelry, such as the gold chain Sam had given her for her last birthday. It had a very distinctive link pattern; Allie was sure Hedra wouldn't have been able to find a duplicate.
The second box held nothing but folded tissue paper, and beneath it some old newspaper clippings. Allie glanced at the top clipping. It was a recipe for blueberry cobbler. That struck her as odd; she hadn't figured Hedra for someone who liked to spend time in the kitchen. The clipping slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor. When she picked it up she noticed that on the back of the recipe was a grisly news item about the discovery of a dismembered murder victim.
When she opened the third box, Allie stood staring at what was inside.
A blond wig. Exactly the shade of her hair. She gingerly drew it from the box and held it up. Then she moved over so she was in front of the mirror. She raised the wig slightly so it was at the level of her head. The wig was tangled and needed to be combed out, but it was cut precisely in the style in which she wore her hair. Something about seeing it reflected next to her own hair made her shiver.
She sat down on the edge of the mattress. She glanced at Hedra's dresser. The cosmetics lined before the mirror were almost exact duplicates of those on Allie's dresser. Lying near an eyebrow pencil that was her shade were either Allie's purple-tinted sunglasses or glasses just like them.
“Jesus!” Allie said softly. Her own voice startled her.
She got up, reached for the end shoebox, and placed the wig inside. She stared at the mass of blond hair again. Looking at it caused something icy to wriggle up her spine. It was so much like a part of her image in the mirror, like a part of
her.
This was too much,
too much!
her.
This was too much,
too much!
Then Allie saw the time on the clock radio that was like hers. Nine-fifteen. She had to hurry if she was going to be on time for her interview.
She looked again at the wig in the box and put the lid on gently, as if there were a fragile creature inside that she feared injuring. Then she placed the box next to the other two again on the shelf, in precisely the position it had been in when she'd first discovered it.
Disregarding the rain, she hurried from the Cody Arms and managed to hail a cab at the corner.
As she stepped over an oily dark puddle to enter the cab, she decided it was time to ask Hedra to move out of the apartment.
Sam could move back in. He was due back from L.A. on the red-eye flight, which had probably already landed, and he wasn't working today. He'd cab in from LaGuardia and soon be in his room at the Atherton. When she finished with her interview, she'd go to the hotel and talk to him.
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