The Stardust Lounge_ Stories From a Boy's Adolescence - Deborah Digges [67]
The dogs run off into the wide lap of the hillside, chase squirrels up trees then dash into underbrush. Now Rufus is the oldest among the three, fit and healthy at eight years old. Buster died a few years ago, and G.Q. They lie buried in our yard in Amherst.
Last summer Charles gave me my shepherd-husky mix, a stray female I named Annie. And Max the dalmatian was Stephen's gift to me just after Buster died. Max had belonged to the super of Stephen's apartment building in New York. After Stephen's first year in school he moved out of the dorms and into Alphabet City. His super bought the dalmatian as a puppy for his daughter, but the dog grew up, as dalmatians tend to do, big and unruly and loud. His barking and whining from the basement troubled Stephen. He convinced the super to let him take Max home to Amherst.
As for our cats, Frank and I have Einstein and Vasco with us in Worcester, the other four living in Amherst. Those four were born in the house and grew up hunting the woods behind. Sybil is among them. Frank and I drive out from Worcester several times a week. We are together now. Often the cats come in through the kitchen window to greet us and to partake in our refilling of their huge vats of cat food. Sometimes we find mice, voles, bits of wing on the kitchen floor.
I say good-bye to the kids who still stand, awkward, smoking, shifting their weight from one foot to the other.
“Nice dogs,” one of them says to me.
“Thanks,” I answer. “You guys be good.”
They shrug as they head up the steep path toward the street, then down the wide drive, perhaps over their own handiwork. They wear that slump-shouldered luckless look I recognize, but when Max dashes back to circle and sniff them, their faces wake to a boyishness and one of them turns to wave to me.
In that gesture I see him so completely that I glimpse my Stephen. The day I took him to college we waited in lines, dragged his trunk up to his dorm room, made up his bed. And then he was ready for me to go. He walked me down to the car, double-parked on a busy street.
“Now don't forget to take your vitamins,” I'd said.
“Don't worry, Mom …”
“And you know, take it easy, take it slow …”
“I'll be fine …”
“This is New York,” I'd warned.
“I know!” He'd grinned.
Stephen opened the car door for me. We hugged one more time and then he dashed back across the street.
“Be careful on the way home!” he called above the traffic as he turned to wave to me.
“And Mom!” he shouted, breaking into a wide grin, shaking his head at my tears. “You'll be okay, Mom!” he called. “Take good care of the animals! And Mom, listen! Thanks for a wonderful childhood!”
FIRST ANCHOR BOOKS EDITION, MAY 2002
Copyright © 2001 by Deborah Digges
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the United States by Anchor Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York. Originally published in hardcover
in the United States by Nan A. Talese, an imprint of Doubleday a division of Random
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From In the Shadow of Man by Jane Goodall. Copyright © 1971 by Hugo and Jane van Lawick-Goodall.
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the Nan A. Talese/Doubleday edition as follows:
Digges, Deborah.
The Stardust Lounge : stories from a boy's adolescence / Deborah Digges; with photographs by
Stephen Digges.
1. Digges, Stephen—Childhood and youth. I. Title.
CT275.D464A3 2001
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Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Other Books By This Author
Title Page
Dedication
Prologue: Summer, 1983
Chapter 1 - Fall, 1991
Chapter 2 - Fall, 1983
Chapter 3 - Winter, 1991
Chapter 4 - December, 1991
Chapter 5 - February / March, 1992
Chapter 6 - Spring, 1992
Chapter 7 - Portrait Essay