good. And I have been. At least most of the time. Up until now.â
âDo you have any idea,â she said, âwhat itâs like being cooped up with a six-year-old and a four-year-old in a big house in a quiet neighborhood in a town you hate where you donât know a soul and donât want to know a soul with a husband who works twelve to fourteen hours a day?â Nope, I said, I didnât have a clue.
One of her favorite things was complaining about the double standard and she couldnât see why womenâand, by God, I should never call them girls âso why shouldnât women be as sexually active as men? And Iâd say, âGee, Connie, I donât know. Why the hell shouldnât they?â I wasnât exactly checked out on womenâs lib in those days, and all this stuff was news to me.
Then one night Iâm crashed out in the living room watching TV with Old Bullet Head. Heâs reading the paper, and Mom and Linda are out in the kitchen cleaning up so they canât hear us. The old manâs eyes have been perfectly fine his whole life, but practically overnight he needs reading glassesâitâs funny, but the same damn thingâs just happened to meâand so he gives me the icy blue stare over the top of his glasses, and he says, âOkay, so whoâs the woman?â
âWhat woman?â
âThe married woman you been screwing in the back of Vickâs truck.â
âJesus, Dad, I donât know what the hell youâre talking about.â
âDonât give me that shit. Somebodyâs been doing something in the back of that truck. She left her unmentionablesââ
âHer what? â
âHer frigging underpants. Come on, Jimmy, donât play dumb with me or Iâll bounce your ass right out of here. Who the hell you think youâre fooling? You drive away for a single call at noon and you havenât made it back to the shop by closing time, what the hell you think Vickâs going to think? He figured it was the girl in the miniskirtâyou know, the one with the wedding ring on her left hand . You following any of this, or am I way over your head?â
âIâm following you.â
âYeah, I thought you were. Okay, thereâs just two things I got to say about this. One is, what you do on your own time is nobodyâs business but yours, but Vickâs just trying to make a living like the rest of us. Is what youâre doing fair to him?â
âNo.â
âOkay, and hereâs number two. Iâll let you in on a little secret, bright boy. Getting involved with a married woman is just about the dumbest thing youâll ever do in your life.â And thatâs that. He picks up the paper and starts reading it like he hasnât said a word.
I was so steamed I walked out, went straight down to the PAC, had a couple shots to calm down, said to Bobby, âHey, put the word out, will you? Iâm looking for a place to live. Someplace cheap. A fixer-upper maybe.â
The next morning I said to Vick, âYou know, sometimes when Iâm off with the truck, Iâm not working for you. Itâs kind of obvious, right? Okay, suppose when I do that, I put the time back later?â
A big grin spread across his face, and he said, âOkay, Jimmy, thatâs okay with me.â
All that was left was Connie. âOkay, Miss Iâve-got-a-degree-in-philosophy,â I said, âwhat are you doing leaving your panties in the back of Vickâs truck?â
It was like Iâd dumped cold water on her, and then, just for a second, she looked like a little kid when you catch her pulling the catâs tail. She couldnât meet my eyes. âOh,â and she gives me this little hee, hee kind of phony laugh, âis that where they went?â And Iâm feeling a buzz, like, hey, this doesnât add up. Looking back on it, I suppose I could say it was