wants to go up and speak next, so thereâs confusion. Jerry thinks Star wants to go up too, and, being a polite guy, he insists she go ahead.
Others immediately join in. âYes! Come on! We havenât heard from you in ages!â
Star stammers. âI was only going to the bathroom â¦â And she edges off toward it. Yet the bathroom is in the opposite direction from the exit. Fuck! Sheâll have to cross in front of the entire group to get out; theyâll see this and make a big deal. She canât face that. So Star finds herself in the cold clammy bathroom of The Iron Workersâ Hall wondering what to do. It takes a minute before she notices the small window above the toilet tank. Standing on the seat she looks out at a dumpster directly below, glances back at the washroom door, then at the dumpster again. Taking a deep breath, Star begins squirming through the window.
And gets stuck at the hips.
âOh fucking Christ!â She struggles, wedging herself tighter, then, exhausted, lets herself hang down the stucco wall. She feels like weeping. But she doesnât. The crushed glass of the stucco glints in the evening light and the wall actually smells pleasantly of sun-heated cement, which reminds her for some reason of childhood. Star misses childhood.
Then it occurs to her that Glen could come into the can and find her like this, giving him every excuse to grope her under the pretence of pulling her free. The thought of Glen feeling her up terrifies Star. Why couldnât Ruth find her? Star reaches out and grips the edges of the dumpster, gives a pull, and feels her arse getting moulded into a square by the window frame. Jesus ⦠Sheâs doing a sort of handstand now. She finally hauls herself through and drops with a small cry headfirst into the garbage.
June finds Star in the alley. Starâs white blouse is stained yellow with something she does not even want to imagine. Her left shoe and shin are brown from stepping in a can of wood stain.
June says, âI thought honesty was the whole idea.â
âIs that what that was?â
âYou think I was unfair?â
âHow about getting Dad to give his side?â
âThe same day you invite Bunce to give his.â
They stare at each other.
In the car theyâre silent. Then June is crying again. She cries but her gaze is steady and her voice strong. âFor your information, what I didnât tell everyone was how he always made me give him that enema!â
Star says nothing.
June says, âDonât be an old woman before you have to.â
Star glances over. June sits absolutely at ease with herself, hands folded in her lap and eyes on the vermilion sky above Vancouverâs North Shore mountains. After a while, June says, musingly, having passed beyond the argument, âIâd like to go for a midnight swim.â
âThe waterâs too polluted,â states Star, as if June should know that.
When Star drops her off they part in silence. Star gets the kids then wades through the putting-them-to-bed ritual, fending off questions about her brown left leg. When sheâs done, she pours herself a glass of white wine, then checks her messages. Nothing from Ruth. Star is hurt. Surely Ruth saw how upset she was. Surely she noticed something was wrong. Jesus! Star went into the bathroom and never came out! She dials Ruthâs number. The machine comes on. Star listens to Ruthâs voice. She hangs up, redials, and listens again.
Star goes into the bathroom to scrub her leg. The hairs on her shin remind her of Mrs Gurniakâs moustache.
Later, Star sits on the edge of Karlaâs bed stroking the childâs smooth, clear cheek as she sleeps. Karla loves Bunce. Bunce, who likes watching horses ridden into the ground and then shot. Bunce, whoâd have a good laugh if he heard Star was going to something like Arete. Star slides her fingers down over Karlaâs neck and