ringing wall phone.
The security company had a special ring that bypassed the answering machine, so it would have rung all day.
âEverythingâs all right,â I said into the receiver.
âMrs. Pinkney?â
âYes.â
âWhat is the code phrase, please, maâam?â
âBrer Rabbit.â
âAnd what are the last four digits of your social?â
âTwo, two, two, nine.â
âAnd your maiden name?â
âPeel.â
âIs everything all right?â
âMy friends thought I was dead and they broke the back-door window.â
âDo you need help?â
âNo.â
âAre you sure?â
âI told you Iâm fine and I answered your questions. Now I need to go look after my window.â
âIâm sorry, maâam, but it took you so long to get to the phone,â the male security operator said. âOne more minute and I would have had to call the police.â
Perry and Lana had come into the kitchen. She was looking worried while he seemed embarrassed.
âI was dead asleep,â I said. âI guess Iâve been depressed or something. It took me a while to realize that the alarm was even going off. But Iâve turned it off and Iâve answered your questions. Can I go now?â
âSorry, maâam,â the operator said. âCertainly. Have a nice day.â
I hung up and turned to my visitors.
âDo you have a permit for that pistol?â Perry asked.
âYes.â I did. I registered my fatherâs illegal piece when I turned eighteen. âI even have a carry permit after I was stalked by this crazy guy from Glendale.â
âWhat happened to him?â the cop asked.
I didnât blame him for asking. He had broken into my homeâa policeman. He needed to get some control back. Maybe if he showed some authority I wouldnât bring him up on charges for breaking and entering.
âFuck that,â Lana said in an unusual show of anger. âWhere have you been for the last three days?â
âThree days?â
âItâs Thursday,â Lana said. âLindaâs been calling you morning and night. She even made me give her your red phone number.â
My red phone.
âI was sleeping,â I said. âAll those days?â
âYou really been asleep all this time?â Lana said.
âWhat are you doing here, Officer Perry?â I asked.
âMs. Leer called me.â
I looked at the waif-woman.
âItâs true,â she said. âWhen you didnât answer I called down to the police department and asked for Mr. Mendelson.â
âIâd called twice myself and I was worried,â Perry added.
âWorried?â
He looked down at his feet and it felt to me that an empire, somewhere, had crumbled without warning.
âI have to go to the bathroom,â I said. âAnd then I need a bath. Come on.â
I led the odd allies through the hallway, past the guest bedroom, leaving them while I went into the smaller bathroom where no one had died.
I went in and did my business, dropped the rest of my clothes on the floor, and then went back to open the door for Lana and Perry. He was surprised to see me naked; Iknew he would be. With some men, maybe all men, my sexuality gave me various advantages. Sometimes it was them wanting to take my clothes off; with others they were driven into a shell, seeing my body and not knowing whether to run or to scream.
When I bent over to turn on the bathwater Iâm sure Perry looked away.
I took pity on him and poured bubble-bath gel under the stream. Then I climbed in to let the rising water and bubble line slowly hide my dark body.
âIs there any other reason youâre here, Officer?â I asked.
âUm,â the policeman uttered.
âWhatâs wrong with you, hon?â Lana asked. âLinda says that if you arenât on the set by this afternoon sheâs