which she couldnât have given him unless he understood her perfectly, as she, he hoped, would understand him. Wanting so badly for her to understand, he repeated himself. âI hear you loud. I hear you clear.â
Orfe lowered her legs, until her feet touched the floor, and stood up. She saw that he was tall, tall and skinny. Tall andskinny and strung out. It made her sad and sick. He saw all of that, although all he really saw, he said, was someone like a flame, and not just her hair, a flame like fire to burn you clean. Heâd seen women like that before, he said, heâd seen women of all kinds in plenty, but never one that scorched him. Orfe scorched him.
He lived in the house where Smiley lived, so he could ask Smiley what her name was, where she lived.
If she had a guy. Or anything.
Smiley was pretty fried, but he remembered the street where Orfe played. Yuri got out of the house then, because he knew what would happen if he stayed, got out and walked away what was left of the night, walked the sun up into the sky, walked away the morning, until around lunchtime he was waiting for her on the street.
He was pretty sure she didnât see him.
He was wrong. Orfe saw him right away, standing in the doorway behind a moving throng of bodies, lookingâif it was possibleâworse than he had the night before. There was more gray in his pale skin or maybe green; his jeans and shirt looked like he hadnât taken them off to go to bed; his hair curled lank down hisneck. She didnât much notice him or think about him, however; she had work to do.
He was still there when she had finished, pocketed the money, and put the guitar away. He stepped out of the doorway and came toward her. She wasnât surprised. âYou look like shit,â Orfe said.
âI feel about the same,â he said. âAre you hungry? I think I want some herbal teaâginseng or something like thatâbut a place that has teas probably has food if youâre hungry, if you know any place. Dâyou know a place?â He knew he was having trouble making sense. He couldnât braid his ideas right, as if he held all these different colors and thicknesses in clumsy fingers and he couldnât get his fingers working right. He couldnât get his mind and mouth working right. He didnât want to scare her off.
Orfe wasnât scared, although it crossed her mind. She knew a place and they walked the blocks over to it, not saying much. Whatâs your name? they said, and Where did you grow up? and What are you doing here in the city, now?
Yuri ordered a pot of tea. He gulped down the first cup blistering hot, and that perked him up. âI donât want you to think Iâm crazy,â he said.
Orfe shook her head, she didnât. âDrugged out,â she said.
âYeah. I know. Iâmââ He didnât want to make any promises to her, because they might turn out to be false. Not trustworthy, that was what drugs made you into. So no promises. âListen,â he said, âwhen youââ
He saw how she swung her face away at the words, as if she knew what he was going to name and was ashamed. He reached across to hold her chin and turn her face back to himâ
The softness of her skin, and the line of bone along her jaw, under the skin . . . He thought she must feel his hand shaking.
âListen. Itâs as ifâyou do it for me. Get the poison out of me when youâI canât do it for myself, I can only want to and wish I could, I can only feel like it and thatâs the only feeling I have unless I can keep all that shit locked out. You know how I lock it out?â
Orfe nodded her head. He took his hand away.
âIâm going into detox,â he said, promising. âI havenâtâSince last night, the last time was before I saw you. Everythingâs changed. Youâve changed everything.â
âHow could