Fima - Amos Oz [74]
And what now, dear premier? Is a second adolescence about to begin? Or perhaps the first one is not over yet? In a single day you have had two women in your arms and you managed to lose both of them and inflict embarrassment or, worse, humiliation on them both. Clearly you'll have to go on waiting for your father to remember his promise at long last. Look what they've done to you, stupid, his mother had said to him in the dream. And now, belatedly, standing naked and shivering in front of the bathroom minor, he answered her peevishly, That's enough. Leave me alone.
As he said this, he had an image of Yael's face twisted with shock and disgust when she turned the light on in her bedroom a couple of hours previously and found him sleeping fully dressed under her blanket, clutching her nightie. She had raised her voice in exasperation, Quick, Teddy, come and see this. As if some insect, some kind of Gregor Samsa, had crept into her bed. He must have looked utterly stupid, if not demented, when he woke in a daze, stretched, and sat up, ail rumpled from sleep, and hopelessly tried to explain to them what had happened. As if hoping that if he could explain himself, they would take pity on him and let him curl up and go back to sleep. But he only succeeded in becoming more and more embroiled in his explanation, claiming at first that Dimi had not been feeling very well, then weakening and changing his line of defense, presenting a contrary version of events: Dimi had been fine but he himself had felt unwell.
Tobias, as usual, maintained his self-control. He pronounced a single frosty sentence:
"This time, Fima, I think you've gone a bit too far."
And while Yael put Dimi to bed, Ted phoned for a taxi and even helped Fima to get his arm into the tricky sleeve, fetched his shabby cap, accompanied him downstairs, and personally gave the driver Fima's address, as though to make certain beyond all doubt that he would not change his mind and come knocking on their door again.
And in fact, why not?
He owed them a full explanation.
At that moment, standing naked and sticky in his bathroom, he made up his mind to get dressed at once, call for a taxi, march back in there, wake them up, and talk to them earnestly, till dawn if necessary. It was his duty to alert them to the child's misery. To misery in general. To activate them. Confront them with the full urgency of the danger. With all due respect to jet-propelled vehicles, our first responsibility is to the child. This time he would not give in, he would also open the taxi driver's eyes on the way there, shattering all stubbornness and heartlessness: he would counteract all that brainwashing and force everyone to recognize at long last how close disaster was.
But when there was no answer from the taxi company, he changed his mind and called Annette Tadmor. After two rings he gave up. At three o'clock he got into bed with the history of Alaska in English, which he had absent-mindedly carried away with him from Ted and Yael's without asking their permission. He leafed through it until his eyes tracked down a curious section about the sexual habits of the native Eskimos: every spring they took a mature woman who had been widowed during the winter and handed her over to the adolescent boys as part of their initiation rites.
After ten minutes he switched the light off, curled up, and commanded his cock to calm down and himself to go to sleep. But again he had the impression that a blind man was wandering around outside in the empty street, tapping with his stick on the pavement and the low walls. Fima got out of bed, determined to get dressed and go outside to see what really went on in Jerusalem when no one was looking. He