And She Was by Cindy Dyson

Author:Cindy Dyson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2006-07-30T22:00:00+00:00

AUGUST 5, 1986

drifting through

I’d woken up several times during the night, sure that Liz was in the cabana. I thought I heard her washing the dishes I’d left in the sink. I heard her light a candle on the table. I felt her leaning against the window, staring out at the dark valley. When morning finally came, I shook off the comforter and peeked over the loft edge. The dishes were still in the sink, an unlit candle on the table. I had to figure out what those women were up to before I lost my mind.

I studied what I had come to think of as Little Liz’s outhouse confession when I took my morning hike behind the cabana. The daylight didn’t help me decipher anything more. I’d only frequented two bathrooms in Dutch—the Elbow and my outhouse—and Liz had written in both. Odds were on that she’d left evidence elsewhere. If I could find it, I’d get closer to the truth, closer to ransoming back my sanity. And, of course, I’d prowled through public restrooms before without even this much rationale.

I had the next three days off. So at 10 A.M. I stuffed my latest graffiti notebook and a pen into my saddlebag and set out to recon Dutch’s public bathrooms.

Oddly enough, Romans instigated the whole graffiti craze, as well as the bleached blonde phenomena, and the bar thing. We know this largely because of Pompeii’s ashy fate.

One of Pompeii’s brothels, a line of spare cells along a corridor, had drawings on the wall beside each woman’s place of business. The paintings showed variations of the sex act. Next to them, customers would scribble their comments, advertising their virility along with their companion’s skill set. These must have been similar to what you can see in any raunchy men’s room today. Nancy gives head right here in the head. For an easy lay call Debbie.

Rome was dripping with graffiti. On building walls people scribbled everything from political endorsements to boasts about how many steps it took to walk the length of their patios. One political candidate had so many graffiti endorsements that some punks began making fun of him with graffiti messages that declared support from groups like the Sleepyheads en masse and the Drunken Stay-Out-Lates en masse. Graffiti was so common Romans started writing graffiti about graffiti: I marvel you don’t collapse, O walls, beneath the burden of so many scrawls.

I didn’t need to hit the Elbow Room. I’d been checking that bathroom three nights a week when I did my Little Liz closing-up chores. I decided to start with the grocery store. Dutch had only one. Anywhere else it would just be a well-stocked convenience store; here it was the superstore. I found mostly kid-writing. Plenty of Todd is soooo cute and Puffins Rule. A girl with a sense of justice had scribbled the name of her nemesis with instructions to call her for a blow job.

I bought two cans of sardines, Ritz crackers, and a block

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