Loreless: A Novel Page 9

The telephone box itself had seen better days. One pane of safety glass was shattered but had remained in place. It was split into thousands of small, neat squares and was no longer transparent but opaque and milky white. It had evidently received a substantially hard knock, possibly from another duped lover. The interior of the booth was coated in graffiti, including the phone itself, and it stank. It had apparently been used recently as a urinal. Billy equated the phone box to his present state: slightly battered and somewhat worse for wear. He couldn't ascertain which of them smelt better. His need for a shower was dire. He looked around self-consciously, peering through the glass and hoping nobody outside could hear her yelling. Her voice filled the box and was further amplified as it reverberated off the glass walls. Through the gaps in the graffiti he scanned the street outside. It was deserted. The interior of the box didn't offer as much shelter from the sun as he had envisaged. It was incredibly hot and he thought he would pass out any minute. It was an oversized, glass-sided oven. He tried propping the door open with his foot to let in some air, but only succeeded in getting his sneaker wedged in the gap between the door and its frame. All he wanted to do was to get out of the box as quickly as possible.

  He gave up the fight to escape for a moment and reflected on why he was in the box. He had strong feelings for Beth but realised that the attraction didn't run as deeply as he had thought. Before finding himself in his present predicament, he hadn't seriously considered what it would mean to spend the rest of his life with her. He could understand her irritation, but now he felt his eyes had been opened. A new world had presented itself to him. After his experiences with Pidgin and the talk with Doug he realised there were important things about himself and his identity that he had to investigate. He had to find out more. Beth couldn't help him with this, and he doubted she would even be interested in such a thing. They were going in different directions. Her goal and main preoccupation in life was to get hooked. She thought she would be over the hill and unmarriageable if she couldn't find a spouse by the age of twenty-five. He didn't want the life she had envisaged for them. Deep down he felt a responsibility to do more than just be a husband and a breadwinner. He let her words flow over him. They were no longer of any real importance. He did feel guilty and knew it wasn't entirely fair on her. It wasn't all her fault. She wasn't the problem, he was.

  'So, what's her name?'

  'Pardon?'

  'The girl, the one that seems more important to you than me.'

  'There isn't anyone else.'

  'You expect me to believe that? There must be a reason why you took off. I can kind of understand that you probably needed a last fling before you settled down.'

  Billy was confused. What was her game? It surprised him. She really didn't know him. He may be many things, but if he committed himself to someone he remained true to them. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to be with another. If there was one thing his father had taught him, it was a moral responsibility to your partner. He decided to try a different tactic and explain his predicament.

  'It's nothing like that, Beth. I've just found myself in a strange situation and I'm trying to deal with it. I need some time to myself. Time to think.'

  'Time? What do you mean time? Haven't you had enough of that already?'

  Trying to dress it all up wouldn't work. She just wasn't capable of understanding what he was going through. 'Ok, to be perfectly honest, at the moment I don't see this whole marriage thing working for me.'

  There, he'd said it. This was something new for him. He wasn't usually so outspoken about his feelings and had no idea what the reaction would be. He braced himself for another barrage of words. To his surprise there was silence at the other end of the line. He waited. The sweat on his forehead had built up and a drop ran down over his eyebrow and into his eye. The salty water stung and he squinted hard before wiping his face with the back of his sleeve. The squinting irritated the large bump on his forehead and his head started pounding again. He was finding it difficult to concentrate and began feeling faint from the heat in the box.

  When Beth eventually replied she was surprisingly composed but still spat out her words venomously. 'You call me reverse-charges and then break up with me. Who the fuck do you think you are?'

  He heard ruffling and clattering in the earpiece and then an abrupt and conclusive click, followed by the dial tone. Billy stared at the telephone receiver before slowly holstering it in its cradle. Absentmindedly he pushed the change button and felt inside the change hole for coins. To his surprise there was a twenty-cent piece in it. He flipped the coin slowly over in the palm of his hand with his thumb. He stared nonplussed at it for a minute, feeling completely spent and empty. He began to contemplate what he had just done. Suddenly his legs went to jelly and he felt nauseous. Not only was he overcome by the heat in the box but also by the gravity of the situation. He desperately fought with the door, but his sneaker remained caught in it. He braced himself against the wall and used his other leg to push against the door. His foot miraculously released itself from his sneaker which was launched onto the street as the door flew open. He fell forward and stumbled outside before sinking to his knees and panting. There was a slight breeze. After the stifling environment of the glass box, it felt light and refreshing on his face, almost as if he was kneeling in front of an open refrigerator door. He sucked in the cooling air, closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky. He spent a moment absorbing everything that had just happened. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He breathed out heavily, unintentionally blowing a raspberry in the process. He sat back on his ankles, opened his eyes and focussed on calming himself. He waited until his breathing had returned to normal. He then dragged himself to his feet and dusted off the knees of his jeans. He retrieved his sneaker, wiped some loose dirt off his sock and pulled it on.

  He took a quick look around to get his bearings before striding back towards Doug's house with as much haste as he could muster. Even though he felt mentally drained, new energy coursed through his body. With every step he felt some of his previous worries fall behind him. By the time he had rounded the corner into Doug's street he felt like a new man, liberated from his responsibilities and released to continue on into whatever lay ahead.

  An Invitation

  Billy had just fought an extensive battle with Doug's front door. He had tugged and pulled at it and become increasingly frustrated. After he had wrestled unsuccessfully with it for a time, and eventually exhausted himself, he remembered that Doug had told him not to bother even trying. The gravity of his conversation with Beth had flooded back and overcome him, diverting his attention. It had taken a fruitless struggle with the door before he could settle himself. The whole gamut of emotions had run through him, from rage to sorrow to despair. The door had become a useful foil on which to vent all of this. He took a step back and eyed it for a moment. He then let out a long sigh, straightened himself up and set off around the side of the house.

  He rounded the rear corner of the house and into the backyard to see Doug, Rob and Tex sitting in a tight semi-circle under a wilting fruit tree. Doug was holding court and telling the other men a story. Upon seeing Billy he invited him to sit down. Rob stood with a concerned look on his face.

  'Are you ok?'

  'Yeah, I'll live.'

  Rob told him that he had heard about what happened the night before. 'That fella is trouble. You want us to get him for you? You don't deserve to be treated that way.'

  Billy was taken aback. He hadn't even considered retribution. Not only that, he had completely forgotten the previous evening's events. He had initially assumed Rob was talking about his girlfriend. In any case, violence was the last thing on his mind. 'No thanks. It's not necessary.'

  Rob shrugged. 'Up to you I guess.'

  He turned his attention to Doug, and Billy willingly followed his lead. He wasn't yet in a state to discuss anything of consequence.

  'I was just telling the boys about how things were when I was growin
g up in the desert. Everything was about water. In the desert you don't talk a lot. It's a matter of survival. Talking drains you of moisture and scares off prey. When I was young we were taught to suck on stones to keep our mouths wet.' He paused and chuckled to himself. 'Of course, for my parents it had the added advantage of shutting me up.'

  Doug stopped smiling and a stern look flashed across his face. 'As a child I was expected to listen well to them. If I didn't it could've cost me my life. Maybe I should give you fellas a stone to suck on once in a while.'

  The two young men squirmed uncomfortably in their chairs.

  'Like I said, water was pretty hard to come by then. You wouldn't think it looking around today.'

  On his trip to and from the telephone box Billy had seen an enormous amount of standing water.

  'You're not kidding, uncle,' said Rob. 'I heard they even cancelled the Henley-on-Todd today, those silly buggers can't run their race, because for a change, there's water in the river!'

  Doug silenced him with a look and continued.

  'Paying attention and staying quiet were really important. Now you guys have guns so it makes it easier to hunt. Back then we only had spears. I've got a bit rusty at it but I'm still pretty good at throwing them.' He turned to Rob and Tex. 'Gonna have to take you fellas out and do it the old way one of these days.'

  Rob and Tex nodded.

  'When we was hunting kangaroo you'd have to be completely silent. We used to do it in pairs and only use sign language to communicate. Kangaroos are pretty wary buggers so it would be a case of trying to get as close as possible without them noticing. If you watch their ears you can tell if they've noticed you or not. It's pretty hard work and you have to be really accurate with your throwing. You only get one shot. You've gotta keep real still. You know, make like a tree. Takes a lot of practice. Reckon you fellas would have a bit of trouble doing it. You can't sit still now.'

  The three young men looked at each other and shuffled in their seats.

  'See what I mean? Always fidgeting.'

  He leant back in his chair and smirked at them with his arms folded. The chair, a rusty garden stool, creaked under his weight. Billy thought it would collapse at any moment. Doug was a man of very generous proportions.

  Doug looked over his shoulder and indicated the setting sun. 'This was the most dangerous time of day. Your enemy could come out of the sunlight and you wouldn't see him coming. As a kid my parents would tell me stories, to scare me I guess, but it worked. It kept me close to them and I didn't wander off. One of the stories was about a caveman. You wanna hear it?'

  The men nodded as one.

  'This story comes from a place thirty k's south of here where the caveman is now represented by a rock. The rock appears to leave the cave as you approach the site. This story was told to children, to put 'em off leaving the camp alone.'

  Doug took a deep breath, leant towards his audience and lowered his voice. 'The caveman lived in a cave by a waterhole. He had children, little devil children, who lived with him in the cave. They all lived off human flesh. The caveman would wait for a weary traveller to come down to his waterhole. He would then invite the traveller to stay, offering him his fire and a windbreak. The traveller would settle by the fire, relenting to the caveman's pleas of loneliness and need for company. The caveman'd then begin to sing a song in his own language. The words of the song when translated were the worst kind of swear words and abuse. All of this was directed at the unsuspecting traveller. After a while the traveller would slip into a deep sleep, listening to the caveman's monotonous song. The caveman would check every now and then to see if his guest was still awake.'

  Doug leant back in his stool and it groaned in protest. With his upper body he began to articulate the caveman's movements.

  'When he was sure he was asleep he'd spring to his feet with his song getting louder and faster. He'd then run to the cave and return with his waddie. He'd strike his slumbering guest across the bridge of the nose, killing him.'

  Doug swung an imaginary club in front of the faces of the men and instinctively they pulled their heads back to avoid it.

  'He would then dismember the body and feed it to his crying devil children. This went on for a long time and the people camped in the area couldn't work out why so many of their people were disappearing. A man was selected to go and investigate the problem. One day he came across the caveman's camp. The man was invited to stay. He was also sung to sleep. However, the man was smart, and only pretended to sleep. The caveman, believing that the man slept, sprang to his feet and went to the cave for his waddie. The man placed a log where he had been lying, took his spears and hid behind the windbreak. The caveman returned from the cave and with all his might he struck the log.'

  Doug practically yelled the last half of the sentence, startling his audience.

  'Realising his mistake too late the caveman stood up. The man threw his spear, injuring the caveman. He then finished him off and burnt his body. The man then took fire with him and went into the cave. The little devil children were inside, crying for the best parts of the body: the eyes, the lips, the sexual organs. Enraged, the man killed the children and then set fire to the cave. He then returned to his camp and told his people that the danger was over.'

  Doug stopped to catch his breath and scanned the faces of the three men. They sat in silence, waiting for him to speak.

  'It's an old story, but when I was young it did its job. I always stayed close to our camp. But even old stories are important. They might change over time, though. You see, there are no hard and fast rules. Everything keeps moving. Nature doesn't stand still, and nor do we. We have to adapt. We don't have a Bible, we have guidelines. If an elder dies and doesn't feel that there is someone responsible to take on his stories, he will take them with him to the grave. Every rock, every tree has significance. Over time what they represent might also change. If old stories are lost, someone who feels responsible will take what they know. They'll write a new story. That cave is still dangerous. There's lots of rock slides there, especially with rain like we've just had. So the story still has a purpose.'

  Doug turned his focus to Billy.

  'Now, we are kinda lucky. We no longer have to live off the land exclusively. We have modern things to make life easier. That doesn't mean we should ignore what we already know. In my own lifetime I have gone from living off the land to living in this house. My bed used to be on the ground between my brothers and sisters next to a campfire.'

  He waved his hands over the ground in front him and rubbed them together as if warming them over a fire.

  'We used to sleep with our parents next to the fire and older kids on the outside. Us younger kids would sleep in the middle to keep us warm and safe, and prevent us from rolling into the fire. The older kids were warned that the spiritual man would come and get them if they slept next to the fire. Maybe I'll tell you about him later. Now I sleep in sheets and out of the elements. It's been a radical change but I don't forget where I came from. I like it out there. If I don't regularly spend time in the bush I feel lost. Like I have no mother. I pine for it. Having said that, I don't want to go back to living fulltime out there. This is much better. I've found a middle ground. There always needs to be some kind of balance.'

  Billy shifted in his chair, feeling a bit uncomfortable that he was now the centre of attention.

  'Only recently a tribe came out of the bush. They were oblivious to everything that had happened in this country. They hadn't seen a car before or white men. They were shocked and scared when they were confronted with those things. They was even prepared to put up a fight to defend themselves. It took quite a bit to persuade 'em to go with those white fellas. They only went with them when they recognised one of their own tribesmen that they'd been separated from years before. Some of them stayed in this new society but some of them couldn't cope. They went back out into the desert. I'm sure they weren't the last. It's a big country. Either way, everyone has to find his or
her own balance.'

  Billy stared off blankly into the distance. His mind had begun to wander and thoughts of his own search for balance were troubling him.

  'How'd it go with your girl?'

  Billy turned his attention to the dirt on the ground between his feet. He studied it pensively for a moment and then raised his head and looked up at Doug. 'She's not my girl anymore. It's over.'

  There they were, the two words he had never thought he'd be using. He had been struggling on and off with his marital predicament since the moment he had woken up on the bus. The words seemed so final. However, in their finality they brought relief. He had faced up to something which he had known wasn't right in the first place. He had tackled the situation head on. It had taken him a while to get it done. Making tough choices always seemed to take him a lot of time. Now that it was done, he felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted. He realised Doug had been in some way responsible for helping him to make the decision.

  'Thanks for giving me a bit of a push.'

  'It was nothing,' said Doug.

  Billy felt concerned that he was outstaying his welcome but was at loss about what to do next. He breathed deeply and looked out timidly at Doug from under his eyebrows. 'Do you think it would be ok if I stayed here for a while?'

  Doug shifted in his stool and looked Billy squarely in the eye. 'Well, I've been hav'n a bit of a think about your situation. So I had a chat before with the boys,' said Doug, flicking a thumb towards Rob and Tex. 'I think it might be better if you go back out to the community with them for a while. You won't have much, just a roof over your head, but it'll give you some time to work out what you wanna do next. They can always use an extra set of hands out there. Who knows, maybe you'll learn something. What was it you said you did back in the city?'

  'I just finished studying to be an accountant.'

  There was a moment of silence and then all three men burst into laughter. Rob nearly fell off his stool before managing to compose himself. 'Hope you’re up ta gettin your hands dirty then.'