A not atypical norteamericana.
Of her time and place.
It occurs to me tonight that give or take twenty years and a thousand miles Charlotte Douglass time and place and my time and place were not too different.
Some things about Charlotte I never understood. She was a woman who grew faint when she noticed the blue arterial veins in her wrists, could not swim in clouded water, and once suffered an attack of acute terror while wading in water where an artesian well churned up the sand. Yet during the time she was in Boca Grande I saw her perform a number of tasks with the same instinctive lack of squeamishness I had seen that day at Millonario. I once saw her skin an iguana for stew. I once saw her make the necessary incision in the trachea of an OAS field worker who was choking on a piece of steak at the Jockey Club. A doctor had been called but the OAS man was turning blue. Charlotte did it with a boning knife plunged first in a vat of boiling rice. A few nights later the OAS man caused a scene because Charlotte refused to fellate him on the Caribe terrace, but that, although suggestive of the ambiguous signals Charlotte tended to transmit, is neither here nor there. Similarly, during the cholera outbreak that year Charlotte volunteered to give inoculations, and she did, for thirty-four hours without sleeping, until the remaining Lederle vaccine was appropriated by one of Victors colonels. When the colonel suggested that as a norteamericana she might be in a position to buy back some of the vaccine Charlotte only smiled, took off the white smock she had borrowed from the clinic, and dropped it at the colonels feet. For the rest of that day Charlotte sat on the edge of the Caribe pool with her feet in the water and stared at the birds circling in the white sky. She did not wear dark glasses and by five oclock the pale skin around her eyes was burned and puffy. For a few days Charlotte spoke to Gerardo about leaving Boca Grande, but within a week she had revised the incident to coincide with her own view of human behavior and assured me that the vaccine had been taken only so that the army could lend its resources to the inoculation program. I used to think that the only event in Charlotte Douglass life to resist her revisions and erasures was Marins disappearance.
Interesting portrait there, the thin FBI man said, his eyes still on the 10 by 16 silk screen given to Leonard by one of the Alameda Three.
Warhol, Charlotte said.
I would have guessed Mao.
Mao. Of course. Charlotte had no idea how one of the Alameda Three had happened to come by a Warhol silk screen. Or maybe it had not been one of the Alameda Three at all, maybe it had been one of the Tacoma Eleven or some Indian or Panther or heir to a motion-picture studio, Charlotte could never keep Leonards clients straight. They came in packs and they ate and they asked for odd drinks and they went through her medicine cabinet and they borrowed and did not return her sweaters and they never addressed her directly and she could never remember their names. She wished that she could. She also wished that Marin would walk through the door of the house on California Street with a tow ticket tied to her windbreaker.
You see you dont know Marin, she added finally. I know her.
The fat FBI man coughed. The other examined a matchbook he had picked up from a table.
I mean Im her mother.
Of course you are, the fat FBI man said.
I dont quite follow what shes saying about this Chinese couple, one of the new FBI men said. It was almost time for lunch and Charlotte had not yet eaten breakfast and the house on California Street seemed to be filling with men who spoke to each other as if Charlotte were not there. What Chinese couple.
The Chinese couple who come to the house, Charlotte repeated. And do the Peking duck.
I dont quite follow what shes talking about.
Shes talking about caterers, Eddie, its not a point.
Maybe if she could run through it again. Marin arrives from Berkeley. Start there. Day before yesterday. Approximately twenty hours prior to the bombing. Marin arrives from Berkeley to
To borrow a windbreaker. Charlotte spoke by rote. To go skiing.
To borrow a windbreaker. But she doesnt leave right away. She goes up to her room and shes up there alone maybe three, four hours, ballpark figure, you arent sure which. Up in her room she
You wanted her to tell it, Eddie, let her tell it.
Charlotte raised her voice. She went through some things in her drawers.
What things?
I dont know what things. Shes eighteen years old, I dont go through her drawers.
Mrs. Douglas mentioned a gold bracelet, Eddie, dont forget the gold bracelet.
You mentioned a gold bracelet, Mrs. Douglas.
I said she found a gold bracelet she thought shed lost.
In a drawer.
In a drawer, behind a drawer. There was something about the gold bracelet Charlotte wanted not to think about. Marin had dropped the bracelet on the kitchen table and told Charlotte to keep it. Marin had called the bracelet dead metal. Charlotte wished suddenly that she had not mentioned the bracelet and she also wished suddenly that Leonard were not in Nicosia. Or Damascus. Or wherever he was. He had written out the cities and the hotels and the telephone numbers on a legal pad upstairs but Charlotte had not looked at it since he left. Her left temple was beginning to hurt and she resented the FBI men for remembering the gold bracelet.
Now we get to the part where I call the Chinese couple and ask them to do the Peking duck. She could hear the edge in her voice but could not control it. All right?
Were back to the Chinese couple, Eddie.
Caterers, the man the others called Eddie said.
Not exactly, Charlotte said.
They come to your house? They cook dinner?
Charlotte nodded.
Then theyre caterers. Wasnt that kind of an exceptional thing to do, Mrs. Douglas, telephoning these caterers?
I dont quite see the exceptional part. Charlotte wished that the FBI man would not insist on calling the Chinese couple caterers. They were not caterers, they were a couple. Under certain circumstances which had not yet arisen they might come to the house on California Street not as cooks but as guests. Charlotte knew a lot of couples like the Chinese couple who did the Peking duck. She knew the Algerian couple who did the couscous, she knew the Indonesian couple who did the rijsttafel, she knew the Mexican couple who were actually second-generation Chicano but who did the authentic Mexican dinner, not common enchiladas and refried beans but exquisite recipes they had learned while vacationing at the Hotel Inglaterra in Tampico. She knew the Filipino couple, she knew the Korean couple. She had recently uncovered the Vietnamese couple. In the kitchen of the house on California Street these and other couples regularly reproduced the menus of underdeveloped countries around the world, but usually for twelve or twenty-four people. Charlotte had never before called one of these couples to cook for fewer than twelve. This time she had. That might be the exceptional part. She began to see calling the Chinese couple to do Peking duck for herself and Marin in a different light, a light not necessarily more revealing but different.
In this light the gold bracelet she had made Marin take had been too loose on Marins wrist.
In this light Marin had been too thin and pale for a child who skied and played tennis and was supposed to have spent the week before celebrating Thanksgiving off Cabo San Lucas.
In this light Charlotte had lit the fire and turned on the record-player and called the Chinese couple for the same reason she had insisted that Marin take the bracelet: to keep Marin from the harm outside.
I mean a catered dinner for two must be quite an expensive proposition, the FBI man said.
Theyre quite reasonable. Charlotte spoke automatically. Considering.
Catered dinner for one, the FBI man said. Technically. Since Marin didnt stay.
Marin had a paper to finish before she went skiing, I told you. Charlotte avoided the blank gaze of the FBI men. She had a paper to finish for her seminar in I think Moby Dick.
The fat FBI man spoke for the first time since the arrival of the others. Shes not registered as a student, Mrs. Douglas, I suppose you know that.
Actually you should try this couple. Charlotte spoke very clearly to shut out his voice. She did not know why she had said it was a seminar in Moby Dick. Marin had never mentioned any seminar in Moby Dick.
She hasnt been registered for two quarters, and the quarter before that she took all incompletes, but Im sure you know this.
I mean if you like Cantonese food at all.
Moby Dick had something to do with Warren.
At nineteen Charlotte had written a paper on Melville and Warren had failed her. Warren had failed her and had rung her doorbell for the first time at midnight with the paper torn in half and a bag of cherries and a bottle of bourbon and they had not left the apartment for forty-eight hours. For the first three she called him Mr. Bogart and for the next forty-five she called him nothing at all and it was not until the third day, when he took her to his apartment and asked her to clean it up and she came across the letter from the department chairman advising him that his contract would not be renewed, that she ever called him Warren.
She hasnt been registered for two quarters, and the quarter before that she took all incompletes, but Im sure you know this.
I mean if you like Cantonese food at all.
Moby Dick had something to do with Warren.
At nineteen Charlotte had written a paper on Melville and Warren had failed her. Warren had failed her and had rung her doorbell for the first time at midnight with the paper torn in half and a bag of cherries and a bottle of bourbon and they had not left the apartment for forty-eight hours. For the first three she called him Mr. Bogart and for the next forty-five she called him nothing at all and it was not until the third day, when he took her to his apartment and asked her to clean it up and she came across the letter from the department chairman advising him that his contract would not be renewed, that she ever called him Warren.
Still not looking at the FBI man Charlotte stood up and began placing their coffee cups on a tray.
They also do a marvelous Szechuan beef thing.
The fat FBI man signaled the others to leave the room.
Marins father taught a seminar in Moby Dick once, Charlotte said before she broke.