Nancy Collins Angels on Fire

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aging good ole boys gathered in front of the Gulf station. House Dog was a
close-up of the antique cast-iron bulldog-shaped bottle-opener fixed to the
kitchen door jamb in what was now her Cousin Beth's house. Pappy's Cuckoo
Clock managed to capture the timepiece's occupant in mid-cuckoo. The fifth in
the series, Mam-Maw's Ride, was a shot of the old glider on what was once her
grandparents' porch, empty and motionless, its rusty chains silent. Once she
got Mama and Irises, the print Joth had accidentally broken, back from the
frame shop, she would be ready to package the series in bubble-wrap.
She sighed and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There wasn't
much in there besides a few canisters of 35 mm film, an open can of ginger ale
and a Two Boots Pizza delivery box containing a congealed slice of eggplant
and pepperoni. The events of the last few days hadn't exactly permitted her
the time or resources to score groceries.
Lucy grunted in disgust and closed the refrigerator. With Joth gone and Nevin
popping by only when it suited him, the apartment seemed really -empty. At
first the silence had been welcome, but now it was starting to get to her.
Pretty soon she'd be playing the TV set all day long, just to have the
illusion of other people in her life.
She'd replaced her demolished phone with another piece of cheap-ass shit.
Maybe she could reach out and touch someone-but who? All Nevin had was a
beeper, so it was impossible to call him up and simply chat. As it was, what
could she talk about to the few friends she still had? Over the last several
months, her involvement with the art collective had pushed most of her casual
associates out of the picture.
And even if she did call up one of her old friends out of the blue-what did
she have to talk about? All her friends who had been less than thrilled with
Nevin, and whom she'd snubbed on account of their refusal to accept the man in
her life, would call her an idiot for taking him back after he'd treated her
like a dirty Pampers.
The only other "big news" in her life was Joth. And she knew exactly what
would happen if she started going on about that; she'd be in Bellevue before
she could hang up the receiver. She could call up old friends simply to invite
them to the opening, but, ironically, now that she was back in the group show,
she had virtually no one to invite to the opening.
As she returned to the living room, something in the corner of the room caught
her eye. As she stooped to pick it up, she saw it was one of Joth's feathers.
She held it up to the light, marveling at how the sunlight refracted off its
surface. As she turned the feather, its colors shifted and melded like that of
a kaleidoscope. Without meaning to, she smiled.
When Nevin had stopped by earlier to drop off her stack of invitations he'd
made a point of mentioning how, thanks to a little string-pulling, Gwenda had
managed to talk a trendy Soho gallery into sponsoring the group show. Nevin
had suggested, just before he took off her blouse, that she ought to invite
anyone she knew who might be well-connected in the art world. He hadn't really
meant it, though. After all, Nevin assumed he knew everyone she knew...
Two minutes later, she was seated cross-legged on her bed, the phone balanced
on the rumpled bedclothes. The receiver picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"
rumbled Ezrael's voice.
"Uh, hi, Ez-"
"Lucy!" Ezrael sounded genuinely pleased. "How wonderful to hear from you-to
what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
"Are you interested in attending a gallery opening?"
"Is this the one you mentioned before?"
"Um, yes, it is. It's a group show, actually. I'm one of several people in
this arts collective that will have work on display. It's a couple days from
now ...at the Ars Novina Gallery. Are you familiar with it?"
"I know all the art galleries in this city," Ezrael replied with a chuckle.
"Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess you would, wouldn't you? Anyway, I was just calling
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to see if you would, you know, turn out to support the arts."
"Of course I will! Should I bring Joth along, too?"
Lucy tried to keep her sigh from sounding too much like one of relief. "Joth's
still there? I mean, he's still, you know, Joth?"
"Well, yes and no." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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