Women by Henry Charles Bukowski

Women by Henry Charles Bukowski

Author:Henry Charles Bukowski [Bukowski, Henry Charles]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Novels
Publisher: http://c3jemx2ube5v5zpg.onion
Published: 1978-06-23T16:00:00+00:00


68

It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grandmother's.

Even though I was ill it seemed, finally, to be a good time – just two people being together.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it. It was Tammie's brother, Jay, with another young man, Filbert, a small Puerto Rican. They sat down and I gave each of them a beer.

“Let's go to a dirty movie,” said Jay.

Filbert just sat there. He had a black carefully-trimmed mustache and his face had very little expression. He didn't give off any rays at all. I thought of terms like blank, wooden, dead, and so forth.

“Why don't you say something, Filbert?” Tammie asked.

He didn't speak.

I got up, went to the kitchen sink and vomited. I came back and sat down. I had a new beer. I hated it when the beer wouldn't stay down. I simply had been drunk too many days and nights in a row. I needed a rest. And I needed a drink. Just beer. You'd think I could hold down beer. I took a long pull.

The beer wouldn't stay down. I went to the bathroom. Tammie knocked, “Hank, are you all right?”

I washed out my mouth and opened the door. “I'm sick, that's all.”

“Do you want me to get rid of them?”

“Sure.”

She went back to them. “Look, fellows, why don't we go up to my place?”

I hadn't expected that.

Tammie had neglected to pay her electric bill, or she didn't want to, and they sat up there by candlelight. She had taken a fifth of mixed margarita cocktails I had purchased earlier in the day up there with her.

I sat and drank alone. The next beer stayed down.

I could hear them up there, talking.

Then Tammie's brother left. I watched him walk in the moonlight towards his car...

Tammie and Filbert were up there alone together, by candlelight.

I sat with the lights out, drinking. An hour passed. I could see the wavering candlelight in the dark. I looked around. Tammie had left her shoes. I picked up her shoes and went up the stairway. Her door was open and I heard her talking to Filbert... “So, anyway, what I meant was ...”

She heard me walking up the stairs. “Henry, is that you?”

I threw Tammie's shoes the remainder of the way up the stairway. They landed outside her door.

“You forgot your shoes,” I said.

“Oh, God bless you,” she said.

About 10:30 the next morning Tammie knocked on the door. I opened it. “You rotten goddamned bitch.” “Stop talking that way,” she said. “Want a beer?”

“All right.”

She sat down. “Well, we drank the bottle of margaritas. Then my brother left. Filbert was very nice. He just sat and didn't talk much. 'How are you going to get home?' I asked him. 'Do you have a car?' And he said he didn't. He just sat there looking at me and I said, 'Well, I have a car, I'll drive you home.



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