Going to sleep? No - impossible. Impossible for anyone to fall asleep during the commission of murder.
But he was. He was listening for the floorboard in the middle of the kitchen floor again - he would hear it when she crossed to the sink. Running water as she rinsed her plate. The sound of her circling through all the rooms, setting thermostats and turning off lights and checking the burglar-alarm lights beside the doors - all the rituals of white folks from town.
He was lying in bed listening for the floorboard, and then he was sitting at his desk in his study in the town of Big Jubilee, Arizona, where he had been practicing law for the last six years. It was as simple as that. He was living there with his daughter, and practicing enough of the sort of law he called 'corporation shit' to keep food on the table, the rest of it was Legal Aid Society stuff. They lived simple lives. The old days - two-car garage, a groundsman three days a week, property taxes of twenty-five thousand dollars a year -were long gone. He didn't miss them, and he didn't believe Lin did either. He practiced what law he did practice in town., or sometimes in Yuma or Phoenix, but that was seldom enough and they lived far enough out of Jube to get a sense of the land around them. Linda would be going to college next year, and then he might move back in -but not, he had told her, unless the emptiness started getting to him, and he didn't think it would.
They had made a good life for themselves, and that was fine, that was just as fine as paint, because making a good life for you and yours was what it was all about.
There was a knock on his study door. He pushed back from his desk and turned around and Linda was standing there and Linda's nose was gone. No; not gone. It was in her right hand instead of on her face. Blood poured from the dark hole over her mouth.
'I don't understand, Daddy,' she said in a nasal, foghorning voice. 'It just fell off.'
He awoke with a start, beating at the air with his arms, trying to beat this vision away. Beside him, Heidi grunted in her sleep, turned over on her left side, and pulled the covers up over her head.
Little by little reality flowed back into him. He was back in Fairview. Bright early-morning sunshine fell through the windows. He looked across the room and saw by the digital clock on the dresser that it was 6:25. There were six red roses in a vase beside the clock.
He got out of bed, crossed the room, pulled his robe off its hook, and went down to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and hung his robe up on the back of the door, noticing that Heidi had gotten a new robe as well as a new blouse and haircut - a pretty blue one.
He stepped on the scales. He had gained another pound. He got into the shower and washed off with a thoroughness that was almost compulsive, soaping every part of his body, rinsing, and then soaping again. I'm going to watch my weight, he promised himself. After she's gone I'm really going to watch my weight. I'm never going to get fat the way I was again.
He toweled himself off. He put on his robe and found himself standing by the closed door and looking fixedly at Heidi's new blue robe. He reached out one hand and caught a fold of nylon between his fingers. He rubbed its slickness. The robe looked new, but it also looked familiar.
She's just gone out and bought a robe that looks like one she owned sometime in the past, he thought. Human creativity only goes so far, chumly - in the end, we all start to repeat ourselves. In the end, we're all obsessives.
Houston spoke up in his mind: It's the people who aren't scared who die young.
Heidi: For Christ's sake, Billy, don't look at me that way! I can't bear it!
Leda: He looks like an alligator now. like something that crawled out of a swamp and put on human clothes.
Hopley: You hang around thinking maybe this once, maybe just this once, there's going to be a little justice ... an instant of justice to make up for a lifetime of crap.
Billy fingered the blue nylon and a terrible idea began to slide up into his mind. He remembered his dream. Linda at his study door. The bleeding hole in her face. This robe ... it didn't look familiar because Heidi had once owned one that looked like it. It looked familiar because Linda owned one that looked like it right now.
He turned around and opened a drawer to the right of the sink. Here was a brush with LINDA written along the red plastic handle.
Black hairs clung to the bristles.
Like a man in a dream he walked down the hall to her room.
Drift trade is always willing to arrange these things, my friend ... that's one of the things drift trade is for.
An ass**le, William, is a guy who doesn't believe what he's seeing.
Billy Halleck pushed open the door at the end of the hallway and saw his daughter, Linda, asleep in her bed, one arm across her face. Her old teddy bear, Amos, was in the crook of her other arm.