was really making him miserable, my poor fair-haired boy!
The cousins gabbled. Mary Beth spoke of practical things with her drunken husband, Daniel McIntyre, poor old soul, now so sick he was a slovenly ruin of the fine man he’d once been. That’s what we did to him, I thought. Richard, my devoted one, kept his eyes on me, and then Stella said—Stella said that we should all go driving, since I was up again, and all right.
Driving, an escapade! The car was all fixed. Oh? I hadn’t known it was broken. Well, Cortland took it out…Shut up, Stella, it’s fixed, mon père, it’s fixed!
“I am worried about that girl!” I declared. “Evelyn, my granddaughter!”
Cortland hastened to assure me she was taken care of. She’d been taken downtown to buy clothes.
“You Mayfairs think that’s the answer to everything, don’t you?” asked I. “Go downtown and buy new clothes.”
“Well, you’re the one who taught us, Father,” said Cortland with a little twinkle in his eye.
I was amazed at my cowardice. How I gave in when I saw that affectionate little smile. How I gave in.
“All right, make the car ready, and all of you get out,” I said. “Stella and Lionel, we’ll go, the three of us, an escapade, you can believe it. All of you go. Carlotta, stay.”
She didn’t require coaxing. In a moment the vast dining room was still and the murals seemed as always to be closing in on us, ready to transport us out from under the plaster moldings and far away to the verdant fields of Riverbend which they so charmingly rendered. Riverbend, which by this time was gone.
“Did she tell you the poem?” I said to Carlotta.
Carlotta nodded. And very slowly, taking her time, she recited each verse as I remembered it.
“I have told it to Mother,” she said. This shocked me. “Lot of good that it did. What did you think would happen?” she demanded. “Did you think you could all dance with the Devil and not pay the price?”
“But I never knew for sure that he was the Devil. There was no God and Devil at Riverbend when I was born. I did the best with what I had.”
“You will burn in hell,” she said.
A bit of terror went through me.
I wanted to answer, to say so much more…I wanted to tell her all, or all of what there was, but she had risen from the table, thrown down her napkin as if it were a glove, and gone out.
Ah, so she told it to Mary Beth. When Mary Beth came to fetch me, I whispered those dreaded words:
“Slay the flesh that is not human…”
“Ah, now, darling, don’t fuss, please,” she said. “Go out and have a good time.”
When I came out onto the front gallery, the Stutz Bearcat was cooking and ready, and off we went, I and my little ones, Stella and Lionel. We drove past Amelia Street, but we did not stop to see to Evelyn, for we feared we would do more harm than good.
It was to Storyville, to the houses of my favorite ladies, that we went.
I think it was dawn when we came home. I remember now that night as distinctly as all else because it was my last in Storyville, listening to the jazz bands, and singing, and taking the children with me right into the fancy parlors of the brothels. Oh, how shocked were my lady friends! But there is nothing in a brothel that cannot be bought.
Stella loved it! This was living, cried Stella, this was life. Stella drank glass after glass of champagne and danced on her tiptoes. Lionel wasn’t so certain. But it didn’t matter. I was dying! As I sat in the cram-packed parlor of Lulu White’s house, listening to the ragtime piano, I thought, I am dying. Dying! And I was as self-centered about it as anyone else. The world shrank and revolved around Julien. Julien knew a storm was coming. And he could not be there to help! Julien knew all pleasure, adventure and triumph were over! Julien was going to be placed in the tomb like everyone else.
That morning when we arrived home, I kissed my Stella. I told her that it had been a grand occasion, and then I retired to the attic, certain that I would never leave it again.
I lay in the dark night after night, thinking. What if somehow I could come back? What if somehow I could stay earthbound as this thing has done?