head throbbed. The attic had been hot and stale and musty. But Johnny's kiss - that had been sweet. So sweet.
Before she could think about what she was doing (and thus allow reason to reassert itself), she reached out and flushed the toilet. It went with a bang and a roar. It seemed louder, maybe, because her eyes were squeezed shut. When she opened them, the ring was gone. It had been lost, and now it was lost again.
Suddenly her legs felt weak and she sat down on the edge of the tub and put her hands over her face. Her hot, hot face. She wouldn't go back and see Johnny again. It wasn't a good idea. It had upset her. Walt was bringing home a senior partner and she had a bottle of Mondavi and a budget-fracturing roast, those were the things she would think about. She should be thinking about how much she loved Walt, and about Denny asleep in his crib. She should think about how, once you made your choices in this crazy world, you had to live with them. And she would not think about Johnny Smith and his crooked, charming smile anymore.
9.
The dinner that night was a great success.
Chapter Ten
1.
The doctor put Vera Smith on a blood-pressure drug called Hydrodiural. It didn't lower her blood pressure much ('not a dime's worth,' she was fond of writing in her letters), but it did make her feel sick and weak. She had to sit down and rest after vacuuming the floor. Climbing a flight of stairs made her stop at the top and pant like a doggy on a hot August afternoon. If Johnny hadn't told her it was for the best, she would have thrown the pills out the window right then.
The doctor tried her on another drug, and that made her heart race so alarmingly that she did stop taking it.
'This is a trial-and-error procedure,' the doctor said. 'We'll get you fixed up eventually, Vera. Don't worry.
'I don't worry,' Vera said. 'My faith is in the Lord God.'
'Yes, of course it is. Just as it should be, too.'
By the end of June, the doctor had settled on a combination of Hydrodiural and another drug called Aldomet fat, yellow, expensive pills, nasty things. When she started taking the two drugs together, it seemed like she had to make water every fifteen minutes. She had headaches. She had heart palpitations. The doctor said her blood pressure was down into the normal range again, but she didn't believe him. What good were doctors, anyway? Look what they were doing to her Johnny, cutting him up like butcher's meat, three operations already, he looked like a monster with stitches all over his arms and legs and neck, and he still couldn't get around without one of those walkers, like old Mrs. Sylvester had to use. If her blood pressure was down, why did she feel so crummy all the time?
'You've got to give your body time enough to get used to the medication,' Johnny said. It was the first Saturday in July, and his parents were up for the weekend. Johnny had just come back from hydrotherapy, and he looked pale and haggard. In each hand he held a small lead ball, and he was raising them and then lowering them into his lap as ,they talked, flexing his elbows, building up his biceps and triceps. The healing scars which ran like slashmarks across his elbows and forearms expanded and contracted.
'Put your faith in God, Johnny,' Vera said. 'There's no need of all this foolishness. Put your faith in God and he'll help you.'
'Vera...' Herb began.
'Don't you Vera me. This is foolishness! Doesn't the Bible say, ask and it shall be given, knock and it shall be opened unto you? There's no need for me to take that evil medicine and no need for my boy to let those doctors go on torturing him. It's wrong, it's not helping, and it's sinful!'
Johnny put the balls of lead shot on the bed. The muscles in his arms were trembling. He felt sick to his stomach and exhausted and suddenly furious at his mother.
'The Lord helps those who help themselves,' he said. 'You don't want the Christian God at all, Mom. You want a magic genie that's going to come out of a bottle and give you three wishes.'
'Johnny!'
'Well, it's true.'
'Those doctors put that idea in your head! All of these crazy ideas I' Her lips were trembling; her eyes wide but tearless. 'God brought you out of that coma to do his will, John. These others, they're just...
'Just trying to get me back on my feet so I won't have to do God's will from a wheelchair the rest of my life.'
'Let's not have an argument,' Herb said. 'Families shouldn't argue.' And hurricanes shouldn't blow, but they do every year, and nothing he could say was going to stop this. It had been coming.
'If you put your trust in God, Johnny...' Vera began, taking no notice of Herb at all.
'I don't trust anything anymore.'