The Ginger Man - J. P. Donleavy [40]
"Good evening, sir"
"Good evening."
"Fine evening. Looks as if it will hold."
"Yes."
"Blow over. Best you can expect"
"Best you can expect."
"Could you give me two ounces of butter?"
"Two ounces did you say, sir?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't know. We sell butter usually by the weight —half pound or a pound."
"Do you sell quarter pounds?"
"Well, I think so."
"Could you give me half a quarter pound?"
"Yes."
"Half a quarter pound then."
Sebastian watching him. O you sly gombeen man. The backs of these stores, most sordid places in the world. In there with his big-busted wife, two barrels banging. You stupid, intolerable oaf.
Man handing him the little package. carefully tied, with a loop for his finger.
Out into the air. A contrast Bit of turf smell. Things not so bad. Wait and see what happens. Have to take what comes. Good with the bad. Lot in these old sayings. How one can tell lies in times of stress. My God, it's absolutely awful. Be made for the world. But the world was made for me. Here long before I arrived and they spent years getting it ready. Something got mixed up about my assets.
He shoved the green door in with his toe and kicked it dosed with his heel. Marion sitting in the chair. I won't ask her to get out of it this evening. Suffer a little discomfort for the sake of peace. Have her terrified and keep her that way. Makes her very quiet. OI smell it. O me. Am I a cook. Wee. Make O'Keefe swoon with envy. Must write him. Have a flair for cooking. I have, I have. Now a nice bowl of clear for Marion. Put a little of the butter to be floating majestically around in it, bit of richness. Be calm, use Nervebalm.
"Marion."
She looks up, hesitant. Reaches out her two hands and clasps the white bowl. The glass has been cleaned up, pieces of my anger.
"Thank you"
"Here's bread and a bit of butter."
"Thanks."
"Taste it."
"Good. Thanks."
"Enough salt? Don't cry anymore now. It's all right. It's just that this evening I came home on the train with my penis out."
"What do you mean?"
"Forgot to button my fly."
"And did people see you?"
"Yes."
"O no."
"O yes. Most exasperating thing that ever happened in my life. It was out from Dublin to the Rock."
"You poor darling. I'm sorry for everything."
Life's much better that way. Patch things up. Renewed sense of security. If we could get out of this house. Skully has us by the balls. The lease is a noose. O'Keefe was right, never pay rent. Cramped between these damp walls. The child gets me right in the ear. Must find a bigger house. Just get the hell out of here. Explain to the father. But it's impossible to undo the damage with a new set of lies.
Filling the bowl. Spooning out the eyes, sliding them into the mouth. Wag them around. Sit down and rest This is very nice.
"Where are you going, Sebastian?''
"Just thought of something. Need a little fire for cheer."
Out in the hall a second. Back and has it in the center of the floor a raised foot goes crash, splintered and cracked. One genuine antique, Louis the cat torts.
"O Sebastian, you mustn't"
"O I think so, for the fire that's in it. My Dear Egbert, you see, we were at the cinema, having left our dear child with an aunt and a rogue or rogues. Front door's broken. His responsibility. A little matter of theft in this great Catholic country."
"He won't believe it."
"He has no alternative. If he accuses me of anything, I'D have him know I'm being slandered. Student of the law you know. Must have him understand that I know the law."
Sebastian stood on the couch, lifts his foot again over the chair, crashing through the center.
"Now that's a case of engineering. Puts a general weakness in the structure."
He turned the chair upside down and broke the legs off one by one.
"A little paper in the grate, Marion. I'll be back in a second."
He walked out of the house, a small bag with him. Marion put the pieces of chair on the fire. Sebastian