The Cider House Rules (35 page)

Olive Worthington had mentioned that Homer was taking driving lessons from Wally and swimming lessons from Candy—the latter in the Haven Club's heated pool. The latter—swimming lessons from that girl! — made Larch growl, and he concluded his cautionary advice about Homer's heart with the suggestion that Homer 'take it easy with the swimming.'

Dr. Larch did not share Olive Worthington's opinion that 'every boy should know how to drive and swim'; Dr. Larch could do neither.

'Here in St. Cloud's,' he wrote, to himself, 'it is imperative to have good obstetrical procedure, and to be able to perform a dilatation and curettage. In other parts of the world, they learn how to drive and swim!'

He showed Olive Worthington's letter to Nurse Angela and Nurse Edna, who both wept over it. They were of the opinion that Mrs. Worthington sounded 'charminG' and 'warm' and 'intelligent,' but Larch grumbled how it was strange that
Mr.
Worthington was so little in view; what was the matter with him? 'What's his wife running the farm for?' Larch asked his nurses, who both scolded him for his readiness to assume there was something wrong whenever a woman was in charge of anything. They reminded him that he had an appointment with Melony.

Melony had been working herself into a proper state of mind for her meeting with Dr. Larch. She prepared herself by lying in her bed and reading over and over again the inscription she had written in the stolen copy of
Little Dorrit:

TO HOMER 'SUNSHINE' WELLS {282}

FOR THE PROMISE

YOU MADE ME

LOVE, MELONY

Then she tried, again and again, to begin the book through her angry tears.

The image of the staring, blazing sun in Marseilles —the oppressive glare—was both dazzling and mystifying to Melony. What experience did she have to help her comprehend a sun of that brightness? And the coincidence of so much
sunshine
(considering her nickname for Homer Wells) was too much for her. She read, got lost, began again, got lost again; she grew angrier and angrier.

Then she looked in her canvas bag of toilet articles and saw that the horn-rim barrette, which Mary Agnes had stolen from Candy—and which Melony had snatched out of Mary Agnes's hair and taken for herself—had been stolen again. She marched to Mary Agnes Cork's bed and retrieved the elegant barrette from under Mary Agnes's pillow. Melony's hair was cropped too short for her to be able to use the barrette, which she was not exactly sure how to use, anyway. She jammed it into her jeans' pocket; this was uncomfortable—her jeans were so tight. She went into the girls' shower room, where Mary Agnes Cork was washing her hair, and she turned the hot water up so hot that Mary Agnes was nearly scalded. Mary Agnes flung herself out of the shower; she lay red and writhing on the floor, where Melony twisted her arm behind her back and then stepped with all her weight on Mary Agnes's shoulder. Melony didn't mean to break anything; she was repelled by the sound of Mary Agnes's collarbone giving way, and she stepped quickly away from the younger girl—whose naked body turned from very red to very white. She lay on the shower room floor, shivering and moaning, not daring to move.

'Get dressed and I'll take you to the hospital,' Melony said. 'You broke something.' {283}

Mary Agnes trembled. 'I can't move,' she whispered.

'I didn't mean to,' Melony said, 'but I told you to keep outta my stuff.'

'Your hair's too short,' Mary Agnes said. 'You can't wear it, anyway.'

'You want me to break something else?' Melony asked the girl.

Mary Agnes tried to shake her head, but she stopped. 'I can't move,' she repeated. When Melony bent over to help her up, Mary Agnes screamed, 'Don't touch me!'

'Suit yourself,' Melony said, leaving her there. 'Just keep outta my stuff.'

In the lobby of the girls' division, on her way to her meeting with Dr. Larch, Melony told Mrs. Grogan that Mary Agnes had 'broken something.' Mrs. Grogan naturally assumed that Melony meant that Mary Agnes had broken a lamp, or a window, or even a bed,

'How are you liking the book, dear?' Mrs Grogan asked Melony, who always carried
Little Dorrit
with her; she'd not been able to get past the first page.

'It starts kinda slow,' said Melony.

When she got to Nurse Angela's office, where Dr. Larch was waiting for her, she was slightly out of breath and sweating.

'What's the book?' Dr. Larch asked her.

'Little Dorrit
by Charles Dickens,' Melony said; she felt the barrette bite into her leg when she sat down.

'Where'd you get it?' Dr. Larch asked her.

'It was a gift,' Melony said—which was not exactly a lie.

'That's nice,' said Wilbur Larch.

Melony shrugged. 'It starts kinda slow,' she said.

They eyed each other for a moment, cautiously. Larch smiled a little. Melony tried to smile but she was unsure how this looked on her face—so she stopped. She shifted in the chair; the barrette in her pocket hurt her a little less.

'He's not coming back, is he? Melony asked Dr. Larch, {284} who regarded her with the respect and wariness you feel for someone who has read your mind.

'He has a summer job,' Larch said. 'Of course, some other opportunity might develop.'

Melony shrugged. 'He might go to school, I suppose,' she said.

'Oh, I
hope
so!' Larch said.

'I suppose you want him to be a doctor,' Melony said.

Larch shrugged. It was his turn to feign indifference. 'If he wants to be,' he said.

'I broke someone's arm, once,' Melony said. 'Or maybe it was something in the chest.'

'The chest?' Larch asked. 'When did you do this?'

'Not too long ago,' Melony said. 'Pretty recently. I didn't mean to.'

'How did it happen?' Dr. Larch asked her.

'I twisted her arm behind her back—she was on the floor—and then I stepped on her shoulder, the same shoulder of the arm I twisted.'

'Ouch,' said Dr. Larch. I

'I heard it,' Melony said. 'Her arm or her chest.'

'Perhaps her collarbone,' Larch suggested. Given the position, he guessed it would be the collarbone.

'Well, whatever it was, I heard it,' Melony said.

'How did that make you feel?' Wilbur Larch asked Melony, who shrugged.

'I don't know,' Melony said. 'Sick, I guess, but strong,' she added. 'Sick and strong,' she said.

'Perhaps you'd like to have more to do?' Larch asked her.

'Here?' Melony asked.

'Well, here, yes,' Larch said. 'I could find more things for you to do here—more important things. Of course, I could also inquire for you about jobs—outside, I mean. Away from here.'

'You want me to go, or do more chores, is that it?'

'I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. You told me you didn't want to leave, once—and I'll {285} never force you. It's just that I thought you might be looking for a change.'

'You don't like how I read, huh?' Melony asked. 'Is that it?'

'No!' Dr. Larch said. 'I want you to keep reading, but that's only one of the things you might do here.'

'You want me to do what Homer Wells did?'

'Homer did a lot
of studying,'
Dr. Larch said. 'Perhaps you could assist Nurse Angela and Nurse Edna, and me. Perhaps you'd be interested in just
observing—to
see if you liked it.'

'I think it's sick,' Melony said.

'You disapprove?' Larch asked, but Melony looked genuinely puzzled.

'What?' she asked.

'You don't believe we should perform the abortions, is that it?' Larch asked. 'You don't believe in terminating a birth, in aborting the fetus?'

Melony shrugged. 'I just think it would make me sick,' she repeated. 'Delivering babies—yuck,' she said. 'And cutting babies out of people—yuck, again.'

Larch was confused. 'But it's not that you think it's wrong?' he asked.

'What's wrong about it?' she asked him. 'I think it's sick. Blood, people leaking stuff out of their bodies — sick,' Melony said. 'It smells bad around here,' she added, meaning the hospital air—the aura of ether, the scent of old blood.

Wilbur Larch stared at Melony and thought., Why, she's just a big child! She's a baby thug!

'I don't want to work around the hospital,' Melony said flatly. 'I'll rake leaves, or something—stuff like that is okay, if you want me to work more, for my food or something.'

'I want you to be happier than you are, Melony,' Dr. Larch said cautiously. He felt miserable for how neglected the creature before him was.

'Happier!' said Melony; she gave a little jump in her {286} chair and the stolen barrette dug into her. 'You must be stupid, or crazy.' Dr. Larch wasn't shocked; he nodded, considering the possibilities.

He heard Mrs. Grogan calling him from the hall outside the dispensary.

'Doctor Larch! Doctor Larch!' she called. 'Wilbur?' she added, which gave Nurse Edna a tremor, because she felt a certain possessiveness regarding the use of that name. 'Mary Agnes has broken her arm!' Larch stared at Melony, who for the first time managed to smile.

'You said this happened “not too long ago”?' Larch asked her.

'I said “pretty recently,” ' Melony admitted.

Larch went into the dispensary, where he examined Mary Agnes's collarbone, which was broken; then he instructed Nurse Angela to prepare the child for X-ray.

'I slipped on the shower room floor,' Mary Agnes moaned. 'It was real wet.'

'Melony!' Dr. Larch called. Melony was hanging around in the hall. 'Melony, would you like to observe how we set a broken bone?' Melony walked into the dispensary, which was a small, crowded area—especially with Nurse Edna and Mrs. Grogan standing there, and with Nurse Angela leading Mary Agnes away for her Xray. Seeing everyone together, Larch realized how old and frail he and his colleagues looked alongside Melony. 'Would you like to participate in the setting of a broken bone, Melony?' Larch asked the sturdy and imposing young woman.

'Nope,' Melony said. 'I got things to do.'She waved the copy of
Little Dorrit a
trifle threateningly. 'And I gotta look at what I'm gonna read tonight,' she added.

She went back to the girls' division, to her window there, while Dr. Larch set Mary Agnes's collarbone. Melony tried again to comprehend the power of the sun in Marseilles.

The very dust was scorched brown,' she read to herself, 'and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the {287} air itself were panting.' Oh, Sunshine, she thought, why didn't you take me anywhere? It wouldn't have to have been to France, although that would have been nice.

She daydreamed as she read and therefore she missed the transition between the 'universal stare' of the sun in Marseilles and the atmosphere of the prison in the same town. Suddenly, she discovered she was
in
the prison. 'A prison taint was on everything…' she read. 'Like a well, like a vault, like a tomb, the prison had no knowledge of the brightness outside…' She stopped reading. She left
Little Dorrit
on her pillow. She stripped a pillowcase off a bed neater than her own, and into the pillowcase she stuffed her canvas bag of toilet articles and some clothes. She also put
Jane Eyre
in the bag.

In Mrs. Grogan's rather Spartan room, Melony had no difficulty locating Mrs. Grogan's purse—she robbed Mrs. Grogan of her money (there wasn't much), and also took Mrs. Grogan's heavy winter coat (in the summer, the coat would be useful if she had to sleep on the ground). Mrs. Grogan was still at the hospital, worrying about Mary Agnes Cork's collarbone; Melony would have liked to say good-bye to Mrs. Grogan (even after robbing her), but she knew the train schedule by heart —actually, she knew it by ear; the sound of every arrival and departure reached her window.

At the train station she bought a ticket only as far as Livermore Falls. She knew that even the new and stupid young stationmaster would be able to remember that, and he would tell Dr. Larch and Mrs. Grogan that Melony had gone to Livermore Falls. She also knew that once she was on the train she could purchase a ticket to some place much farther away than Livermore Falls. Can I afford Portland? she wondered. It was the coast that she would need to explore, eventually—because, below the Cadillac's gold monogram on that Red Delicious apple, inscribed (also in gold) against the vivid green background of the apple leaf, she had been able to read OCEAN VIEW ORCHARDS. That had to be within {288} sight of the coast, and the Cadillac had a Maine license plate. It mattered not to Melony that there were thousands of miles of coastline in the state of Maine. As her train pulled away from St. Cloud's, Melony said to herself —so vehemently that her breath fogged the window and obscured the abandoned buildings in that forsaken town from her view—'I'm gonna find you, Sunshine.'

Dr. Larch tried to comfort Mrs. Grogan, who said she wished only that she'd had more money for Melony to steal. 'And my coat's not waterproof,' Mrs Grogan complained. 'She should have a real raincoat in this state.'

Dr. Larch tried to reassure Mrs Grogan; he asserted that Melony was not a little girl. 'She's twenty-four or twenty-five,' Larch reminded Mrs. Grogan.

'I think her heart is broken,' said Mrs. Grogan miserably.

Dr. Larch pointed out that Melony had taken
Jane Eyre
with her; he accepted this as a hopeful sign— wherever Melony went, she would not be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she had a good book with her. If only she'll keep reading it, and reading it, Larch thought.

The book that Melony had left behind was a puzzle to both Mrs. Grogan and Dr. Larch. They read the dedication to Homer 'Sunshine' Wells, which touched Mrs. Grogan deeply.

Neither of them had any luck reading
Little Dorrit,
either. Mrs. Grogan never would get to the Villainous' prison; the staring sun in Marseilles outstared her, it was too powerfully blinding. Dr. Larch, who—in the absence of Homer Wells
and
Melony—resumed his responsibilities as the nightly reader to both the boys' and the girls' divisions, attempted to read
Little Dorrü
to the girls; wasn't the main character a girl? But the contrast between the scorched air in the Marseilles sun and the tainted air in the Marseilles prison created such a powerful sleeplessness among the girls that Larch was relieved {289} to give up on the book in Chapter Three, which had an unfortunate title, for orphans: 'Home.' He began the description of London on a Sunday evening—hounded by church bells.