is asking.â
âI know what Cindyâs asking. But I wonât do it. Iâm under orders. Iâm going to Vietnam, and I want my country to win the war. I do, folks, I do. So letâs drink, dance, and be merry, for tomorrow Iâll be a mass murderer.â
The band was playing a slow tune. Danny pulled Cindy onto the dance floor. She wept as they danced. Watching themâDanny gazing down into Cindyâs sad face, Cindy smiling backâJack felt a sob forming in his chest. By the time they came back to the table, he was wiping away tears.
Jack said, âDanny, listen. I wish I could go with you.â
Danny gazed at him, wide-eyed. âNo shit, Jack, do you? You want to go to war?â
âIn a sense, yes.â
Danny was grinning, that carefree smile that made Cindyâs heart turn over. âBut youâre fighting temptation?â he said. âJack, I know you. You wouldnât go to war if the other side was an all-girl orchestra.â
The tension broke. Jack laughed. âDonât be so sure about that.â
âThe question is, does it work both ways? I donât care how many Communists you fuck, but will you still love me if I kill one?â
Jack said, âDanny, cut it out.â
âNo, you two started this. Letâs let it all hang out. The difference between you and me is simple: Youâre afraid of getting hurt. Youâve been that way all your life. Isnât that right?â
Jack looked to Cindy, as if for help. She returned his look with a cold stare. But she intervened. âDanny,â she said, âthe subject of this conversation isnât Jack. Itâs you and me. If I could, Iâd hide you in the attic till the warâs over.â
âI know,â Danny said. âThatâs because you just donât get it, Cindy. There is no choice.â
âBut, Danny, there is a choice. You donât have to do this. Jack isnât doing it.â
âIâm not Jack. I love Jack, no shit. I do, I always have. But I know him. Jack, youâre a coward.â
Cindy said, âCome on, Danny. Cowardice isnât the subject under discussion.â
âItâs not? What isâgood old common sense?â
âYes, for Christâs sake!â
Jack was fascinated. He said, âWait. Let him finish.â
âThank you,â Danny said. âTo continue, Jack is yellow. He always has been. We all know it. Me especially. Iâve been fighting his battles all his life. But Jack canât help that. He was born the way he is, smart as a whip, backbone like a noodle. Me, Iâm good at sports, fast as a striped-ass deer, brave as a fucking lion. Dumb as a stone. Iâll crash into anythingâthree hundred pounds of doped-up motherfucker in football pads, stone wall, chain saw, doesnât matter. I donât give a shit about physical danger. I never have.â
âMachine gunners and defensive linemen arenât the same thing,â Cindy said.
âTo me they are. I canât help that. I was born that way. Just like Jack was born the way he is. Get the point?â
âNo,â Cindy said.
âThen good luck to you both.â
The blind tenor was singing âGood Night, Ladies.â
Danny said, âOne more boilermaker.â
Danny sank his shot glass into the beer, steelworker style, and drank. In the singerâs mirrored sunglasses, Cindy saw Dannyâs reflected image, drinking from his glass with one hand while playfully mussing up Jackâs hair with the other.
The two boys were looking into each otherâs eyes, smiling faintly, as if they knew something that no one else could ever know. Cindy realized that she was out of the picture, that she had no place in this moment. These two really did love each other, and Jack was just as afraid of losing Danny as she was, and for the same reason: Danny was his other half. Nothing could possibly be the same
James Henderson, Larry Rains