The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy
The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy
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Herb ā€™nā€™ Lorna, Chapter 7 continues, read by the author
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WHEN HERB AND LORNA walked into the ballroom, everyone fell silent, and everyone turned to stare.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Herb had no difficulty identifying the particular young man. Andy Proctor hopped up from the table where he was sitting with a group of friends and admirers (a couple of whom were, to be accurate, neither friends nor admirers but young men and women who were broke and out of work and entertained hopes that Andy would get them work at Proctorā€™s Products, lend them money, or at least pick up the tab for the evening). He bounded to the door to greet Herb and Lorna, producing exactly the effect heā€™d hoped for: a ripple of admiration for his big-heartedness ran around the room, and Andrew was a hero for the second time. (Elsa Burch, who had been inclined to think of him as an egotistical braggart, developed a fondness for him on the spot. Four months later they were engaged; they married the following spring. They lived together in Chacallit all their lives. Their youngest son still lives in Chacallit today. He owns the gay bar, 24-Karat Studs.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œSo youā€™re the better man,ā€ Andy said when Lorna introduced Herb. ā€œWhat do you say we step outside?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Outside, Andy leaned against the railing on the open porch that reached out over Lake Serenity. Moonlight flickered on the rippling water. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small sterling flask manufactured by Proctorā€™s Products. The flask was a little outside the usual catalog of the company, but it was doing very well for them; Andy had suggested adding it to the line, and the suggestion had confirmed for his father the wisdom of grooming the boy for a future at the helm.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œDrink, Herb?ā€ Andy asked. He smiled a cheerless smile, a challenging, bellicose smile.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI will. Yes. Thanks,ā€ said Herb. He wiped his palms on his jacket and accepted the flask.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Other young men began drifting out of the ballroom and taking positions along the railing. Most made some attempt to appear to be talking among themselves, but it was clear to Herb that they had come outside not for a drink or a smoke, but to see what would happen between him and Andy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThanks,ā€ Herb said, returning the flask and the smile.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œDonā€™t mention it,ā€ said Andy. The smile again. He drank. ā€œYou enjoying yourself in Chacallit?ā€ he asked.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes,ā€ said Herb. ā€œYes, I am. Itā€™s a nice place.ā€ He leaned on the railing, looking out over the lake, wishing he could think of something snappy to say.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œHey, Bump,ā€ Andy called out. ā€œCome over here and meet somebody.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Herb turned from the lake and saw that the invitation to ā€œBumpā€ had drawn not only a large sandy-haired fellow ā€” Bump, he supposed ā€” but all the other young men on the porch, who drifted in his direction behind Bump.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œHello there,ā€ said Bump. He gave Herb a nod. No smile.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThis is Herb Piper,ā€ said Andy. He smiled at Bump ā€” the same humorless, antagonistic smile.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œHerb Piper,ā€ said Bump, pronouncing the name as if he thought it should be familiar to him. ā€œHerb Piper,ā€ he said again. His expression (pursed lips, twisted mouth, eyebrows drawn together) suggested that he was searching his memory for some information about Herb Piper that ought to be there. ā€œI think I must have known a Herb Piper. You donā€™t look familiar, but the name sounds familiar. Ever live in Albany?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNo,ā€ said Herb.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œBaltimore?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNo.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œDidnā€™t work for the B & O, did you?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNo,ā€ said Herb. ā€œIā€™ve lived in Boston all along.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œBoston? Herb Piper. Herb Piper. Were you in France?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes. I was in France.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWhere?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œQuelquepart-sur-Marne.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œHoly jumping Jesus!ā€ exclaimed Bump. ā€œAre you the guy from Boston? The one who fixed the cup handles?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes,ā€ said Herb. ā€œThatā€™s me.ā€

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