Bildungsromans; Families -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
It was after ten o’clock when Nathan heard his father come in from the
doctor’s. The boy had gone to his room to throw himself, fully dressed,
upon his bed. He lay staring out through opened windows at the warm
spring stars. Somewhere down to the south of town the frogs were piping
faintly. Wonderful scents of awakening shrubs and sod wafted in at the
window. The night was hushed, mystic. He was eighteen and in love.
He waited until the snarling voices of father and mother had become
double-muffled by the closed door of their bedroom. He heard both father
and mother retire. The hour slipped on into deeper night and utter nerve
exhaustion brought sleep to his parents. Then he arose and tiptoed
softly across the hall.
“Edie,” he whispered, “I’m going out.”
Edith sat up in bed.
“Where are you going, at this time of night?”
“Down to see Carol. I’ve got to square myself for the raw deal she got
to-night.”
“How you going to get out?”
“Over the woodshed roof. And listen! If Pa or Ma get wise, hang
something white in your window, so I won’t be climbing into a trap. It’d
be just like him to hit me a crack from the dark before I could defend
myself.”
“I’ll do it if to-morrow night you’ll keep watch while I sneak out!”
“Why do you want to sneak out?”
“To meet Tad MacHenry. He’s just wild about me. You oughta hear him. If
Pa won’t lemme have him into the house or even speak to a feller during
the day, why I’ll do it at night, that’s all.”
“But, Edie—it’s a little different—for a fellow to go out at night—than
for a girl to—I——”
“Huh! Think you’re smart, don’t you? Think you’ve thought up a swell way
to see Carrie, skinnin’ out over the woodshed room. Well, just for that,
I’ll have you know that Mr. Turner, the hardware man, made a duplicate
of the back-door key most two months ago. I been seein’ Tad two or three
times a week since February, already.”
The flabbergasted brother managed to ask:
“Then why do you want me to let you out to-morrow night——”
“It’s my nerves, skinnin’ back into a dark house and thinkin’ I was
walkin’ into Pa who’d missed me and was up waitin’ for me. Besides, I
got a good scare one morning when I almost run into old Braithwaite, the
milkman.”
“We’ll talk about that to-morrow, Edie. You’re taking pretty tall
chances for a girl—going out all night with a fellow like Tad. He’s a
pretty smooth pool player and with girls——”
“Oh, I guess I can take care of myself—and no thanks to Pa and Ma,
either. Anyhow, you don’t need to sneak out over the woodshed roof. You
can use my key. But for the Lord’s sake, don’t go sprawlin’ over
anything in the kitchen or the jig’s up.”
VI
Carol and Nathan had reached that stage of intimacy where a private
whistle had been evolved in case Nathan elected to call Carol without
advising her grandparents.
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