House of Sand and Fog by Iii Dubus Andre

Author:Iii Dubus Andre
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9780613364089
Publisher: Rebound by Sagebrush
Published: 1999-06-09T10:00:00+00:00

SAN BRUNO WAS UNDER THE SUN, BUT THE STREETS OF CORONA ARE in a fog from the beach, a cool mist whose presence has convinced me to nap as soon as I return to the bungalow. I did not rest well last evening upon the sofa, and I of course was up with the morning birds to wake Esmail for his new newspaper route, so I felt sleep coming for me even as I purchased necessary items at the hardware store; glue for Nadi’s table, three new property for sale signs on wooden stakes, and a long iron wrecking bar. It is a useful tool to own and I believe because of this fact I was able to purchase it without thinking of it as a weapon.

At the base of Bisgrove Street, I halt the auto in front of the utility post I attached my notice to last evening and I use the wrecking bar to drive into the ground one of my new signs. I tell to myself I must return to draw an arrow upon it, one that points up the hill towards the bungalow, but this I will do after resting. Simply the effort of swinging the iron over my head has fatigued me further, and as I drive up the hill I am hoping—for this moment—that my wife is still in her room with her melancholy music and her self-pity, that Esmail has taken the BART train to visit his skateboarding friends in Berkeley, that I may lie upon the carpet in my office to sleep until I am rested. But Nadereh is not in her bedroom. She is outdoors, standing upon the step speaking with a woman whose back is to the road. The woman wears short pants and the bright blue T-shirt of a tourist, but I recognize her red automobile parked beside the woodland and I accelerate and swing my Buick loudly into the driveway. Both women turn their eyes to me, their faces masks, as if I have caught them openly discussing a precious secret. I stop the car so abruptly it rocks once forwards and backwards but my feet are already upon the ground as I approach my wife and this gendeh, this whore. Nadi says loudly, “Nakon, Behrani, don’t.” But I have put both hands upon Kathy Nicolo, squeezing her arms, pushing her back across the lawn, her face heavy with cheap cosmetics, her lips parted to speak. She attempts to pull away, and my voice comes through my teeth: “Do you think you can frighten me? Do you think you can frighten me with that stupid deputy? Coming here and telling lies?” I shake her, the hair falling into her face. We are nearly in the street and Nadi screams behind me to leave the girl alone, velashkon! But I shake the woman again, squeezing her bare arms with all my strength, pushing her backward. “Who do you think I am? Tell me that. Am I stupid? Do you

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