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They were gone now, but the chairs were scattered in such a way that it looked as if people had just jumped up from them the minute before. And then he ground out his cigarette in it. She sat on the edge of the tub and put her hand on his thigh. He was a baker. I have it now, Burt!" My wife moved with the horse, hanging on to its mane. Where I’m Calling From by Raymond Carver, 1982 The magic trick: Combining form and function through one expository conversation Happy new year! I hope you kill yourselves!" A tisket, a tasket. Your soup will be along in a few minutes, sir, I say, and I go off to put the finishing touches to my party of four businessmen, very demanding. "Don't cry," I said. "Fix me another pop, you son of a bitch," she goes. I couldn't stop. Then she stopped and said, "You didn't read my letter, did you? Carlyle stared at her. She has on a coat, a heavy sweater, and slacks. It's our baby. She was still dressed. Some dancers were on the floor. I got out my old clothes. "What is it?" My mother, my grandmother, and one of my aunts died of stroke. "Paula, let's go." "Pity too. He said, "I think I'll come back for my cut later. It passed. Yet in one of the last letters he ever wrote he told his sister he was growing stronger by the day. The bass made a last, furious run. He lifted his beard and he let it fall. And with a little help from me she could make it. Terri said, "Suppose you came back as a serf. "Joe, can't we go into town for lunch? She also had a new word for destiny: Karma. That arm coming up and going back down in the water, it was like so long to good times and hello to bad. Then she went on to tell him that her head was in the right place for the first time in a long time. "I can't remember what it was now," she said. I change it every month, so I'll have to limit myself to the description of how my heroes love, marry, give birth, die, and how they speak." "There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. "Something comfortable," Jack said. "Some woman wanting Bud," I say. The day the fish arrived, I'd gone swimming at the city pool. "Mr. Carlyle, it'll be all right. She said, "What are you doing? I crouch, waiting, and see something come into his eyes and then dart away. He could imagine the jolt, the head snapping back. The boy and girl, husband and wife now, father and mother, lived in a three-room apartment under a dentist's office. "I guess so," he said. "I'm sure." The real story, Mr. Myers, lies in the situation I've just described. No destiny. He asked how things stood with me, and I launched into the payroll thing and all. But I can't help it. She puts out her cigarette and immediately lights another, blows smoke, and lets her eyes take in the chest of drawers and the window curtains. Who's your wife? It was hard for her to wave down a carriage to take her to the hospital. I started walking alongside the road, and it was then, for some reason, I began to think about my son. But I got jism on the Bible, and the promising and swearing lasted only a day or two, until I was by myself again. That chucklehead." "I'm going out to see what I can find," Carl said. It's just words, right? This violence...." He motions feebly at the television camera. "That's Mr. Webster," she said and took off the apron. He was an old guy, fat and bulky under his raincoat. I looked and saw Chefs big car pull in. Bud said, "Here's an ashtray." Driving to school, he listened to some music on the radio. narrative prose that is usually centered around one single event To my surprise, I still had some credit with the bank, so I borrowed the money, and I sent it to him. It was cold, and they ran the heater in the car. God, he's fat! She intended to drop me off, turn around, and drive home again. "Yes, it was a girl. I looked toward the kitchen window. He gazed at her steadily. Marston came in, but he didn't look too happy. He turned. Spend some time on the good times, she says. She told him everything, or so it seemed to me. Gary Berman looked toward the front door. Why can't I be like other women? He took off his coat and sat down at the kitchen table. You didn't think you could. The cars are still out in the road, and people are standing around in the rain, talking. Yet nothing will change for Stuart and me. I'm over it now. When the children were little, or even after they were more grown-up, we still found time to talk. He stopped nodding and leaned forward on the edge of the sofa. Don't ever call this number again." We'll have a cigarette." After all, I'd been reading my wife's handwriting since before she was my wife. You want to see it? I heard Chef say to Wes God knows he was sorry but he was going to have to ask us to leave at the end of the month. We just didn't have the heart for it anymore. But I'll live through this, too, I guess." "Mr. I move down there to the foot of the bed and sit beside her. He wiped his face on his sleeve. She tried to imagine her legs suspended, bathed in something gauze-like. We stopped someplace else for plastic glasses. Oh, you may have found someone already, and that's good, if that's the case. I brought it to his fingers. "I'm getting all the exercise I need down there," she said. What if these people knew that? Anyway, the kid said, "No, let's not flip." Don't feel too bad, anyway, she says. Dad said, "Damn it to hell, Bea, the boy's old enough!" "We're not going to be here long," I said. She put out the cigarette. That what you thinking?" He kept saying, 'I love you, I love you, you bitch.' What do you want? He could feel the dampness in that shoe. Myers? Mary said. For a while they didn't know how to spend the money. I put a hand on her warm thigh and left it there. Jack put his hands under Mary's shoulders and pulled her up. She's my mother, after all, and why shouldn't I miss her? I found some pictures." They could tear me apart in no time at all. "I guess so," he says. You're going to get me riled in a minute. How'd we get onto this stuff, anyway?" After we got home from Bud and Olla's that night, and we were under the covers, Fran said, "Honey, fill me up with your seed!" Maybe I just don't understand poetry. She turned onto her side and then onto her back again. As I stared at his face, I saw the left pupil turn in toward his nose while the other made an effort to keep in one place. "Just some beer." "In a minute," I say. He doesn't move. "You're drunk! Just for the record," he said, "I paid her something." The fish changed Dummy's whole personality. After one of my letters where I talked about moving to Australia, my mother wrote that she didn't want to be a burden any longer. One thing at a time, just like she'd said. I look both ways and then cross the street. "You bet," Jim said, clipping Bill lightly on the arm. "Good. Why didn't he just tell the truth? "I'll get more aspirin. "Mel, why don't you take a pill?" We've only been in here a couple of days. Gary Herman said to Hamilton. he asked them. I didn't fish on the way down. Hilda, dear, move some of those things off the couch so Mr. and Mrs Myers can sit down." They start to go inside. Then she turned and picked up a dish and the ice­ cream dipper. But neither of us makes a move. He wanted to say something else and reassure her, but he was afraid, too. And little by little he talks her into letting him go along on jobs with her. I'm not impulsive, so I waited. She's still in her robe and slippers. Shouldn't you be somewhere far from here at this very minute? It wasn't long before we pulled up at Dummy's. Traffic moves slowly on the street out in front, and the sun has started down over the trees. They had already made some things that had long necks and bulging eyes, things that resembled giraffes, or else dinosaurs. I make it to a big chair that's close to the radiator, and I sit down. We moved on down the fence, toward the river. If you had a car, you could wheel this little vacuum right up to your car door and vacuum the plush carpeting and the luxurious reclining seats as well. They asked us to stop by during the holidays. "I'll kill you," I said but not so loud that she could hear. "I'll come with you," Mary said. A word, even. I turned slightly and then moved my legs. "Or maybe they'll come back and..." but she did not finish. "I have to go pretty soon anyway," Carol said. We've been married for a good many years. I don't want you waiting on me. In the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over her face. Mary asked. I put my hand against the horse's neck and felt a surge of power run up my arm to the shoulder. They find a hard place to die every time." Not all that long afterward they had a daughter. I said I didn't care. I feel depressed. We all go into the dining room. As for Rae, she hadn't been to school for weeks. We were both drunk when she pulled up in the drive. He saw the ear. She picked up her glass. That dirty bird and your old pair of teeth! "What?" I didn't want his blood on my hands. She hasn't moved since she lay down, sobbed, and then dropped into sleep. "It was there before, but now it's gone." One afternoon Wes was in the yard pulling weeds when Chef drove up in front of the house. she called. When I left, he drank rat poison," Terri said. Short Story Wednesdays: “Where I’m Calling From” by Raymond Carver by Will McDavid on Aug 14, 2013 • 2:07 pm 3 Comments If Alcoholics Anonymous really is a model for the Church, then Raymond Carver has some of the best ecclesiology around! And it turned out Chef was letting us have the house for almost nothing. The thing was, they had to have a serious talk soon. I waited until she had started the car and had it warm. How going to New York, you should sit on the right-hand side of the train, and coming from New York, the left-hand side. Sometimes I'd have to leave the apartment in the middle of the night. "But I can get it. Or to Dean, I might add. Chef told Wes that Linda's husband had taken his fishing boat out a few weeks back and nobody had heard from him since. Tiny hasn't told any more nutty stories on himself since it happened. Howard shook his head. What about her? It's around five in the afternoon. I want to be left in peace now. I want you to eat it. "I don't know for sure. Do we understand each other? In a few minutes we cross Everson Creek and turn into a picnic area a few feet from the water. You knew what I meant anyway. "You're right, it won't be easy," he said. Let's get him into the riffle." She claims my mother bums her out. "That's not true," I said. We cut to the right, following an old set of car tracks, going through a field of milkweed that came up to our waists, the dry pods at the tops of the stalks rattling angrily as we pushed through. Then she pushed a lever. "So I'm not educated. What was there filled the creel. Pretty soon I finish and push my chair back. Then my dad died, and I thought my mother would stop moving and stay in one place for a while. Sheila made to leave the kitchen. Listen. Then he laughed. I'd fold up. She felt her fingers being forced open. He took out the toothpick and laid it in the ashtray. You know what I'm saying? Patti went to bed. He ran his finger the length of one that sprouted up her thigh. That's when my eyes flew open, and I woke up. "No," I say. "I feel like a bug when he's around," J.P. says. The nurse held the hairbrush and kept looking at her. I was so tired it took me a while to get around to unlacing my shoes. My legs felt like they didn't have any strength in them. Or, "This sweet corn is the best sweet corn I ever ate." And I don't know what I feel about it yet. God forbid it ever does, of course," she says. I think you're sick. Fran drank from her glass. It happened when I was a girl." In his chair on the front porch, J.P. keeps his hands in his lap. I thought I'd keep them that way for a little longer. She looks at the clock radio and says, "Jesus, we better get moving." This is she. He used the towel and then went out to the living room. He knew he'd have to deal with this pretty soon. I said. "Ale," Bud said. I saw to the grounds, mowed the grass and cut weeds, kept the swimming pool clean, did the small repairs. Tell me what I did wrong and I'll listen! First my hands began to shake, and then my arms and shoulders, too. "Like this, like this," he said, guiding their hands. Sometimes it has to be talked about. Holly's a smart woman. The refrigerator and stove was a tiny affair wedged into a space between the sink and the wall. He left his cup and got up from the table to look out the window. "If you promise to tell me. Now and then J.P. and his friend look at each other and grin, or else they wink. But, anyway, if she could just borrow enough from me to buy some secondhand furniture she'd pay me back, she said, when she got her first check. After looking through a loose-leaf binder with photographs of cakes taped onto the pages, she ordered chocolate, the child's favorite. I think I'll be all right as long as I don't forget and sleep on this side of my head. he said. These people don't want a goddamn old bird in the house. I said, If I come up there, I want you to do something for me. He wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve. Things rolled into the sink. I could hardly stand. She came out and glanced at the TV but didn't say anything. "You really want a beer?" I can't go to sleep," she said. But I made a point of getting him to mention his wife's name. She had stepped inside the doorway anyway. Bring him on out here, Olla." And his being blind bothered me. They chase you off, don't say you wasn't warned." Part of me wanted help. "Takes time," I said. I hang up, wait until it rings again, and then I take the receiver and lay it on the table beside the phone. He had on logging boots, pants shiny with machine oil. "I don't want the tail," the kid said. How the man'd had to hot-wire the truck in order to start it. She's asleep." I had to quit eating out, for instance. We paid a hundred bucks for that bird of paradise," he said. Why won't they come here?" It can run in the family, you know. she said. Then I said, "I'm glad for the company." Habit. Morgan nodded solemnly. She looked at the men, who stood a few feet apart, backs to each other, breathing hard. We couldn't just turn around, we were five miles from the car. He holds the hand over the sink. He watched the girl put the baby into its diaper and pajamas. Say, I think I'll have one of these corn chips right now. Over the summer, Eileen had sent a few cards, letters, and photographs of herself to the children, and some pen-and-ink drawings of her own that she'd done since she'd gone away. Maybe it'll do the trick." "Sweetie, I'm sorry about what happened. The peacock stepped closer to the table. Not the letter itself but the things I can't forget that were in the letter. And I guess I was. I wanted an accounting, and I wanted it now. He looks at the clock and takes a clean glass from a set that has a hand of playing cards painted on each glass. "It's my yard. "A penny," Olla said. I put my face right up in her hair and hugged her some more. But we had stopped caring, and that's a fact. His head ached so much that he had to squint his eyes. He knows. Carl said. He waited for whatever it was mrs Webster might say next. "Well, don't go to sleep before me," she said. The man with the newspaper couldn't sit still. Honey? Her face was puffy, and her hair was all over. He turned over to his side of the bed again and let his arm rest off the edge. Everything was in order except for the uncorked, half-empty bottle of champagne that stood alongside two crystal glasses over on the little table. They talked about it sometimes, mostly in comparison with the lives of their neighbors, Harriet and Jim Stone. the man says. Was there a noise in the background on that call you had, Howard?" "It's just some of your landlady's baby oil, that's all it is. and said, "L.D., I've had it. I'm heading for town tonight. I didn't care. Last week I saw a car on the street with a man inside I know was watching me, I came straight back and locked the door. Just give me a chance. What about my sake? After a time, an arm came out of the water. From time to time I looked up and smiled across the table as a way of showing my gratitude for the delicious meal--poached salmon, fresh asparagus, rice pilaf with almonds. We will go on and on and on and on. All this was happening on a broad concourse with horses and carriages. I finished my drink, rinsed the glass, dried my hands. "What are you afraid of, Claire? Kitty was on the couch sleeping. Where I’m Calling From “Where I’m Calling From” is a great American short story. We were on the sidewalk. my mother says. Above all, don't raise an alarm. With much obsequiousness on the part of the nurses and resident doctors, the bearded, fierce-looking old man was shown into Chekhov's room. Then he let himself in at his own door and went to the kitchen for the key. "It's Dummy," he said. He had a necessary trade. How do I know these things? There was quite a row. Let me love your neck. But, during that whole crisis, I never took my clothes off and didn't go to bed. Shush!’ ‘Woof! Something else. My feet are uncovered again. Then she was out of bed and threatening to climb out the window in her undergarments. To harass us about that cake. While he's asleep." I mean, all I did was look to see the jar was still there. "She was drunk. That's it, you decided you want your cake. And if that's so, then I understand that I'm outside history now--like horses and fog. You heard what Dr Francis said." the boy said. They'll say, Who was she anyway? He lies on his back for a time and pulls the hair on his stomach, considering. The second hand on the watch moved slowly, very slowly. He looked at Nelson's wallet on the table and at the open cigarette case next to the wallet. She was always in the process of packing or else unpacking. The man sat on the sofa, leaned back, and stared at the boy and the girl. He kept driving. I can feel it. I sit next to J.P. But he bungled that too. "That's the point," I say. Mary said. His name was Wobbly. Well, I don't know what I can say now except the truth: I can't go it another step. He wouldn't come out until I'd gone by, and then I'd hear the screen door. And then a bowl of soup with some extra bread and butter, if you please. It's starting to get too cold on the porch, anyway. That's a funny story, Rita says, but I can see she doesn't know what to make of it. I couldn't hold the glass. A carton of five more sat ready on the hearth. My former wife didn't have anything to say on the matter. That's good, Carl said. "He was not allowed to speak. I watch her get out, and I see them hug each other. I held him. To his astonishment, he saw his children in the front yard, their clothes filthy, playing with a dog big enough to bite off their hands. When she saw him, Maxine put her arm around Rae's shoulders. We both knew it then. "For Christ's sake," Carl said. I ran out of gas, I had to walk for gas. I'll get someone to come by for his things. "Why don't you both shut up!" Edgar Morgan was in his forties, nearly bald, and was dressed in slacks and a sweater and was wearing leather slippers. Donna's car was parked in the space next to my car, and Donna was inside the car. But then the goddamn thing rolled near the bank, actually knocking dirt into the water with his tail, and took off again. Hamilton heard the sound of the cigarette sputting out in a glass of water. Roger sobbed once, and Hamilton put his arm around the boy's shoulders. Then get a good hold of him and hang on." "Robert, it's just so good to see you." and Rae were at the kitchen table, arguing. "It depends, I guess. I'm sorry, Wes, but you'll have to look for another house. Where did you go? She doesn't say anything for a while, and then she says, "Good morning, Mr. Hughes. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window. "What's happened?" He called the hospital. Raymond Carver is one of the best known short story writers ever. I lay still. He brought the receiver in close. What kind of destiny is that? She said, "I think I'll go upstairs and put on my robe. She was shaking the phone at him. Then what?" Then he reached down and slid a tray out of the cart. This bread is marvelous, he says. But Doreen, his wife, had gone to work nights as a waitress at a twenty-four-hour coffee shop at the edge of town. You are nearly grown now but I am still responsible and I feel I am entitled to some respect and consideration and have tried to be fair and honest with you. "Two hot drinks coming up," Morgan said. An ambulance waited on the gravel beach where we'd set ourselves to cast for Dummy's bass. "But you see," the woman said, "someone's fibbing tonight or else not telling all he knows, for the fact is the bike's still missing." She's a hard case. I looked at Wes and then I looked around Chefs living room at Chefs things, and I thought, We have to do something now and do it quick. It's as good as sold. She could, if she wanted, wear green eye-shadow around one eye, a straight pin in her nostril, yellow slacks, and purple shoes, no matter. He squeezed hard, held my hand, and then he let it go. There was a bedroom with a double bed, a nightstand, a chest of drawers, a bathroom. "He's going to cut your grass, it looks like," I say. "That's the real story that is waiting to be written." You might appreciate this story, too, Mrs Myers. People are asked to come forward with information, etc. Period. Then Chekhov turned onto his side. The chiffonier stood a few feet from the foot of the bed. Throb, throb, throb. Where I'm Calling From. I'm confident that if I were in Jaffa, or Marrakech, and picked up a note in the marketplace, I would recognize it if it was my wife's handwriting. "I'm looking for the elevator. They gorged on food. "That's why I won't let you dowri on this," he said. That's what it feels like it could be the beginning of. "Squash, maybe. For a while, she was just another girl who went up and down blocks in strange neighborhoods, knocking on doors. He says he actually liked the taste of it. So I hung up. "But tell me what is going on anyway," I said. "How far?" I said his name to myself. He sat at the bar for a time and then carried a drink over to a little table near the door. I used to drink whiskey when I couldn't sleep, but I gave it up. I am your mother. Then he uses dental floss. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. I stop what I'm doing and run my arm across my forehead. What in the hell is the matter with you? He let his fingers touch his suitcase, which was sitting alongside the sofa. He could not remember their faces or the way they talked and dressed. He reached to the sofa for his jacket, put it on, and opened the front door. Maybe we'll just go eat. I wish I could be like everybody else in this neighborhood--your basic, normal, unaccomplished person-­ and go up to my bedroom, and lie down, and sleep. Very serious. "Don't explain," Carlyle said. He says, "It hasn't been a week yet." I'm saying that at the end of the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer, and she moved away from Seattle. Look at what has happened. But he wouldn't stiff his own mother. "Honey, I'm just talking," Mel said. "This your pond, ain't it?" "You kids have fun too." He screamed, "The hell with you! But before he could say anything else, she interrupted him to say, "I know they're fine. But they decided they didn't have the money to buy the steaks the protein diet called for. Don't leave me like this," I said. But then you already know that." Then, as I watched, she began to cry into the horse's mane. I drank up half the water in the canteen. "He called me a jerk." They covered only a third of the lesson plan that day. Lately, she'd gotten into the routine of making their dinner and keeping it in the oven, warming, until his arrival home from school. "Kiss me," she said. "What?" Narrator is … Lord, he said. And I even reminded you about the knife thing. Stuart looks at me. I have an awful headache." "Myers, please," Paula said anxiously. "Is there anything the matter with that? "What's it matter which side?" She tried to sleep. I let the current take it down. "Do you have anything to drink? I was drinking Scotch and milk with a sliver of ice. He goes fishing with three friends of his. I tell her I fell in love with her because of her hair. I looked at the clouds over the hills where the sun was going down. This is where my destiny has brought me? Then she took her hand away and pushed in the lighter. Hamilton said. I thought she might have gone to bed. "What were you dreaming?" My shoulders hurt, too. "We haven't gotten acquainted yet. Benny said. "More what?" He put on his coat and picked up the suitcase. But, you know, an artist. he hissed. It'd be dark out there in the parking lot, and I'd break into a sweat before I could even get to my car. He laughed and they shook hands. I don't know what else to say in regard to this matter of the handwriting. Then I began to whistle. I ran one hand in and clawed through to his mouth and locked around his jaw. Olla. So I went upstairs. She's losing her mind. Mrs Slater filled out a card. The things that go through your mind when you can't sleep! It was this man whose services were required this morning. At this party. That's when I began to worry. J.P. says he could feel his heart knocking. But her fingers slide to my wrist, where my pulse is. "Thanks," she said. And I have to go on like this. Yes, he says. But--what can I say?--I'm somebody else, too. I freshen our drinks and look out the window. He sat up and turned on the lamp. It's no good to me, no good to anyone now. "Who called?" But who could blame her? It could have been ten minutes. I'll just be a minute." Give her a smack, did you?" Everybody got drunk and went home. Not tidy maybe, but not dirty either. It was all right being a knight until gunpowder and muskets and pistols came along." But he kept on drinking. "I thought I saw something at the window. Then he went to answer the door. The leaves of the aspen that leaned past the window ticked against the glass. He didn't have any money, either. Now and then I look up at something that's happening on the screen. Then I turn off the kitchen light and take the cup into the living room and sit on the sofa, where I can look across the street at the lighted windows. "No, you're right," she said. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it." From the outside, you know." She feeds the baby at six. She did not eat much, either. She took a long breath, closed her eyes, and lay perfectly still, arms straight along her sides. He wore a three-piece blue suit, a striped tie, and ivory cufflinks. It seemed to her that Dr Francis was making them leave when she felt they should stay, when it would be more the right thing to do to stay. They took down their tents, rolled their sleeping bags, gathered their pans, pots, fish, and fishing gear, and hiked out. I'm glad you're leaving! Anything important," she added. He just wouldn't show up. "No, no, we insist, Mr. Myers," Mrs Morgan said. "Nothing to be alarmed about. Leo and Toni had furniture and Toni and the kids had clothes. "I saw you," George said. "I heard tell of an old boy who raised them over in the next county. But I sat with him. The other man laughed. He didn't look in their direction. They lived in rented houses, apartments, mobile homes, and motel units even. That's sad, the girl said. I want to hide from it, that's what I want to do. A friend of mine who worked there, Betty Wilks, told me about the job and said she would put in a word for him. That's what's as bad as anything, that I'm no good anymore." "I'll do something." "You shut up!" Fred? He tugs on the bill of his cap. Beatniks, I guess you'd have called them if you'd seen them. The vitamin business was pretty bad off back then, so we thought we'd have a party to cheer everybody up. "Eat something. If not this minute, some other time. It pointed its fat fingers at the bird. "Did you see the look mrs Storr gave us? she says. Every day, every night of our lives, we're leaving little bits of ourselves, flakes of this and that, behind. The radio was playing. Nelson said. Just let them come around here, and I'll give them an earful. "This stuff is pretty mellow," I said. She opened her eyes suddenly, as if frightened, and blinked two or three times. She can't sleep either. Carl said, letting out a thin stream of smoke and passing the tube to Jack. I can tell she's stopped listening. Then he'd heave himself out of the pool. She isn't Molly anymore. Things kept falling. In the bedroom again, he sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and smiled, observing himself in the mirror. When I look up, I see the Baxters come down the porch steps together and move slowly toward me through the wet, sweet-smelling grass. She pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. Show them, Nelson." Myers could see the faces at the window across the way--the Ardreys--and when the carolers had finished, Jack Ardrey came to the door and gave something to the older boy. The telephone rang two or three more times and each time Stuart was abrupt while he talked and angry when he hung up. I bailed out on her. He tucked in his shirt as he came over to the car. No. "Take this. Fog drifted, Ernest Williams stared, then slapped the paper against his leg, hard. Wes fixed his eyes on me. I'll go up and scare him down. Half a mile behind the house, at the end of a pasture, there lay a big gravel pit that the state had dug when they were paving the roads around there. Cathedrals. 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