calm her fears for his safety. Nothing escaped her, only all the years of her life in the protective custody of tons of books and tons of granite. Soon to be released, just as he was to be, all sheâd have was her stringy emeritus professor of a husband and her poodles. Unlike himself, whoâd have the world.
The fellow sat staring at the floor, striving to recover from the losing battle with his cough.
âYou suppose I could spend the night in here?â
With unthinkable on the tip of his tongue, Perera said nothing. Accommodations ought to be available for queries of every sort at any time in your life.
âLooks like it ought to be safer in here.â
âUnsafe in here, too,â said Perera. âThis fortress is in a state of abject deterioration. The last earthquake did some damage, along with the damage done by the budget cuts, along with the damage by vandals. Timeâs been creeping around in here, too. The whole place could collapse on you while you slept.â
âI can handle it,â said the supplicant. âNobodyâs going to throw lighter fuel on me and set me on fire in here. Nobodyâs going to knife me in here, at night anyway. Lost my bedroll. I left my stuff with this woman whoâs my friend, she got room in her cart. I had a change of shirt in there, I had important papers, had a letter from a guy I worked for up the coast. I was good at hauling in those sea urchins they ship over to Japan, tons of them. They love those things over there, then there wasnât any more. Where the sea urchins were, something else is taking over, messing up the water. Iâm telling you this because I donât drink, donât do dope, donât smoke, so I sure would not set this place on fire if I was allowed to sleep in here.â He was talking fast, outrunning his cough. âThe cops took her stuff, took my stuff, dumped it all into the truck. Ordered by the mayor. She lost family pictures, lost the cat she had tied to the cart that sat on top. She was crying. I was in here talking to you.â
âIt must be damn cold in here at night,â Perera said.
âMaybe, maybe not, and if itâs raining maybe the roof donât leak.â
âDark, I imagine,â said Perera. âIâve never thought about it. I suspect they used to leave a few lights on but now itâs dark. Saves money. Letâs say that once the lights go out you canât see a thing.
Your sense of direction is totally lost, youâre blind as a bat, and Iâm nowhere around to guide you to the lavatory and I wouldnât know where it was myself. You might be pissing on some of the noblest minds that ever put their thoughts on paper.â
âI wouldnât do that.â
âThey do get pissed on, one time and another, but not by you or me. So letâs say youâre feeling your way around, looking for a comfortable place. Okula has a rug in her office and itâs usually warm in there. She exudes a warmth that might stay the night. But how to get there?â
âI know my way around.â
âYou do seem to,â said Perera.
âWhat you could do when you take off, like your day is done, see? You just leave me in here and close the door. I wouldnât care if you locked it.â
âI can lock it,â said Perera, âbut not with you inside.â
âIs there some of that coffee left?â
Perera, pouring, was planning to wash that porcelain cup thoroughly. If it was pneumonia gripping this young man, it would get a more merciless grip on him, twice as old. Or if it was tuberculosis, it would bring on his end with rapacious haste and just as he was about to embark on his most rewarding years.
This time the guest took longer to drink it down, the hot coffee apparently feeling its way past the throatâs lacerations.
âLetâs say itâs like that darkness upon the face of the deep,â Perera said.
Ruth Wind, Barbara Samuel