Tex by S. E. Hinton

Author:S. E. Hinton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: JUVENILE FICTION/General
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2013-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

6

We stopped by a discount drug store and picked up Mason’s prescription. I looked at magazines while Mason called Lem to get detailed directions to his place. It was easy for us to get lost in the city. I couldn’t make up my mind to look at Playboy or Western Horseman, so I looked at both. While I was reading about studs and halters and hindquarters in one magazine, pictures from the other kept flashing through my mind. I about choked, laughing. I know the guy behind the counter thought I was on something.

Lem lived in an apartment in a part of town that was blocks of apartments. I don’t see how people keep from getting lost in it. The apartments were called Southern Ivy and he lived in Southern Ivy II. That was the section for people with kids. We walked through rows and rows of apartments.

“This is it,” Mason said. I’d take his word for it, but how he could tell this doorway from any of the others, I didn’t know. I tried looking in the window, while Mason pushed the door buzzer, but the curtains were pulled shut. There was some scurrying around inside, like mice in a barn, then Lem’s voice said, “It’s all right, it’s them,” and the door was unbolted.

“Well, hi!” Connie said. She was wearing hip-hugger jeans and a short pink sweater. I thought girls were supposed to get fat after having a baby, but Connie looked the same as she used to, maybe even a little curvier.

“Come on in,” Lem said, slapping each of us on the back.

It was a really neat apartment. I mean, nice. It wasn’t exactly neat, because clothes and diapers and stuff were laying all over everything. But I was used to messy housekeeping at home.

“Have a seat.” Lem shoved a bunch of clothes off the couch.

“Want to see the baby?” Connie asked. She ran upstairs to get him before we could get “yeah” out of our mouths.

“How about a beer?” Lem asked. Mason said, “No,” and added, “he doesn’t either.” He was just trying to be a big shot, as usual. He knew I don’t even care for beer anyway.

“Coke?”

“Sure.” I followed Lem into the kitchen. They had a dishwasher and refrigerator and everything. Lem gave up looking for a clean glass and handed me a cold can of Diet-Rite.

“How you been, kid?”

“Fine,” I answered. Something was different about Lem. I couldn’t quite tell what it was. He looked out of place. Taller and heavier than Mason, rangy as a steer, he looked just plain clumsy in this little kitchen. I thought about the time we were training his Appaloosa colt, a year back. He hadn’t been clumsy then.

When we went back to the living room, Connie was trying to make Mason hold the baby.

“Well, here, Tex, you hold him. He won’t bite you.” She handed him to me. I took him.

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