The Postman Always Rings Twice / Почтальон всегда звонит дважды. Джеймс Кейн

Frank. I'm going back.”

      She kept tugging at the hatbox. I tried to hold on to it, to carry it back for her, but she got it. She started back with it. She had looked nice when she started out, with a little blue suit and blue hat, but now she looked all battered, and her shoes were dusty, and she couldn't even walk right, from crying. All of a sudden, I found out I was crying too.

      Chapter 6

      I caught a ride to San Bernardino[69]. It's a railroad town, and I was going to hop a freight east[70]. But I didn't do it. I ran into a guy in a poolroom who turned out to be a sucker, but he had a friend that could really play. The only trouble with him was, he couldn't play good enough. I hung around with the pair of them a couple of weeks, and took $250 off them, all they had, and then I had to beat it out of town quick[71].

      I caught a truck for Mexicali[72], and then I got to thinking about my $250, and how with that much money we could go to the beach and sell hot dogs or something until we made enough to start something bigger. So I dropped off, and caught a ride back to Glendale. I began hanging around the market where they bought their stuff, hoping I would bump into her. I even called her up a couple of times, but the Greek answered and I had to make out it was a wrong number.

      In between walking around the market, I hung around a poolroom, about a block down the street. One day a guy was practicing shots alone on one of the tables. You could tell he was new at it from the way he held his cue. I began practicing shots on the next table. I figured if $250 was enough for a hot dog stand, $350 would make us sitting pretty[73].

      “How you say to a little one ball in the side?”

      “I never played that game much.”

      “Nothing to it. Just the one ball in the side pocket.”

      “Anyhow, you look too good for me.”

      “Me? I'm just a punk.”

      “Oh well. If it's just a friendly game.”

      We started to play, and I let him take three or four, just to feel good. I kept shaking my head, like I couldn't understand it.

      “Too good for you, hey. Well, that's a joke. But I swear, I'm really better than this. How you say we put $1 on it, just to make it lively?”

      “Oh well. I can't lose much at a dollar.”

      We made it $1 a game, and I let him take four or five, maybe more. I shot like I was pretty nervous, and in between shots I would wipe off my hand with a handkerchief, like I must be sweating.

      “Well, it looks like I'm not doing so good. How about making it $5, so I can get my money back, and then we'll go have a drink?”

      “Oh well. It's just a friendly game, and I don't want your money. Sure. We'll make it $5, and then we'll quit.”

      I let him take four or five more, and from the way I was acting, you would have thought I had heart failure or something else.

      “Look. I can see when I'm out of my class all right, but let's make it $25, and then we'll go have that drink.”

      “That's pretty high for me.”

      “What the hell? You're playing on my money, aren't you?”

      “Oh well. All right. Make it $25.”

      Then was when I really started to shoot. I made shots that Hoppe[74] couldn't make. I had my cue working so the ball just floated around the table. He miscued, he put the one ball in the wrong pocket[75]. And when I walked out of there, he had my $250 and a $3 watch that I had bought to keep track[76] of when Cora might be driving in to the market. Oh, I was good all right. The only trouble was I wasn't quite good enough.

      “Hey, Frank!”

      It was the Greek, running across the street at me.

      “Well Frank, you old son a gun[77], where you been, why you run away from me just a time I hurt my head I need you most?”

      We shook hands. He still had a bandage around his head and a funny look in his eyes, but he was all dressed up in a new suit, and had a black hat on the side of his head, and a purple necktie, and brown shoes, and his gold watch chain hung across his vest, and a big cigar in his hand.

      “Well, Nick! How you feeling, boy?”

      “Me, I feel fine, but why you run out on me? I sore as hell at you, you old son a gun.”

      “Well, you know me, Nick. I stay put a while[78], and then I got to ramble.”

      “You pick one hell of a time to ramble. What you do, hey? Come on, you don't do nothing, you old son a gun, I know you.”

      “You alone?”

      “Sure I'm alone. Me a Cora never get to go out together now, one go, other have to stay.”

      “Well then, let's walk over.”

      It took him an hour to buy the steaks, he was so busy telling me how his skull was fractured, how the docs never saw a fracture like it, what a hell of a time he's had with his help, how he's had two guys since I left and he fired one the day after he hired him, and the other one ran away after three days and took the inside of the cash register with him, and how he'd give anything to have me back.

      “Frank, I tell you what. We go to Santa Barbara tomorrow, me a Cora. Hell boy, we got to step out a little, hey? We go see a fiesta there, and you come with us. You like that, Frank? You come with us, we talk about you come back a work for me. You like a fiesta a Santa Barbara?”

      “Well, I hear it's good.”

      “Is a girls, is a music, is a dance in streets, is swell. Come on, Frank, what you say?”

      “Well, I don't know.”

      “Cora be sore as hell at me if I see you and no bring you out. Maybe she treat you snotty, but she think you fine fellow, Frank. Come on, we all three go. We have a hell of a time[79].”

      “O.K. If she's willing, it's a go.”

      There were eight or ten people in the lunchroom when we got there, and she was back in the kitchen, washing dishes as fast as she could, to get enough plates to serve them.

      “Hey Cora, look. Look who I bring.”

      “Well for heaven's sake. Where did he come from?”[80]

      “I see'm today a Glendale. He go to Santa Barbara with us.”

      “Hello, Cora. How you been?”

      “You're quite a stranger around here[81].”

      She wiped her hands quick, and shook hands[82], but her hand was soapy. She went out with an order, and me and the Greek sat down. He generally helped her with the orders, but he wanted to show me something, and he let her do it all alone. It was a big scrapbook, and in the front of it he had pasted his naturalization certificate, and then his wedding certificate, and then his license to do business in Los Angeles County, and then a picture of himself in the Greek Army, and then a picture of him and Cora the day they got married, and then all the clippings about his accident. Those clippings in the regular papers, if you ask me, were more about the cat, but anyway they had his name in them, and how he had been brought to the Glendale Hospital. Then came the X-Rays. There were about a half dozen of them, because they took a new picture every day to see how he was getting along. After the X-Rays came all the hospital bills.

69

Я поймал попутку до Сен-Бернардино

70

я собирался залезть в товарняк, идущий на восток

71

и тогда мне пришлось быстро валить из города

72

Мехикали, мексиканский город на границе со штатом Калифорния.

73

350 долларов уже будет кругленькой суммой

74

Вилли Хопп, звезда американского бильярда.

75

загонял шар не в ту лузу

76

следить, не упустить

77

сукин сын

78

Я недолго остаюсь на одном месте

79

Мы здорово проведём время

80

Откуда он взялся?

81

Вас давно не было здесь видно

82

и мы пожали руки