I don’t know, Bobby said. I like them, I guess.
Huh, she said. You’re too young to be thinking about women in sweaters. She seemed to laugh a little. It was a strange sound, awkward and tentative, as if she didn’t know how. Then suddenly she began to cough. She knew how to do that. Her head was thrown back and her face darkened while her sunken chest shook beneath the apron and housedress. The boys watched her out of the corners of their eyes, fascinated and afraid. She wrapped her hand over her mouth and shut her eyes and coughed. Thin tears squeezed out of her eyes. But at last she stopped, and then she took her glasses off and removed a clot of Kleenex from the pocket of her apron and dabbed her eyes and blew her nose. She put her glasses on once more and looked at the two brothers sitting on the sofa watching her. Don’t you boys ever smoke, she said. Her voice was a rasping whisper now.
But you do, Bobby said.
What?
You smoke.
Why do you think I’m telling you? You want to end up like me? An old woman left all by herself staying in rooms that don’t even belong to her. Living upstairs over a dirty back alley?
No.
Then don’t, she said.
The boys looked at her and then around the room. But don’t you have any family, Mrs. Stearns? Ike said. Somebody for you to live with?
No, she said. Not anymore.
What happened to them?
Speak up. I can’t hear you.
What happened to your family? Ike said.
They’re all gone, she said. Or they’re all dead.
They stared at her, waiting for what else she would say. They could not think what she should do, how she might correct the way her life had turned out. But she said no more about it. Instead, she appeared to be looking past them toward the curtained window overlooking the alley. Behind her glasses her eyes were the pale blue of the finest paper and the whites too appeared bluish, with the finest squills of red. It was very quiet in the room. The vivid lipstick was smeared onto her chin from when she had covered her mouth, trying to stifle her cough. They watched her and waited. But she didn’t speak.
At last Bobby said, Our mother moved out of the house.
The old woman’s eyes turned slowly back now from where they’d been looking. What did you say?
She moved out a few weeks ago, Bobby said. He was speaking softly. She doesn’t live with us anymore.
Doesn’t she?
No.
Where does she live?
Shut up, Bobby, Ike said. That’s nobody’s business.
It’s all right, Mrs. Stearns said. I’m not going to tell anyone. Who would I tell anyway?
She studied Bobby and then his brother for a long while. They sat on the davenport waiting for her to speak again.
I’m very sorry, she said finally. I’m very sorry to hear about your mother. Here I was, talking about myself. You must be lonely.
They didn’t know how to say anything about that.
Well then, she said. You come and see me if you want to. Will you?
They watched her doubtfully, sitting on the sofa, the room silent and the air about them smelling of dust and her cigarette smoke.
Will you? she said again.
At last they nodded.
Very well, she said. Hand me my pocketbook so I can pay you. In there in the other room on the table. One of you can get it and bring it to me. Will you do that for me, please? I won’t torment you any longer. Afterward you can go on if you want to.
Victoria Roubideaux.
She was certain of it. In herself, she was.