〃That's very nice；〃 Berenice said； smiling。
〃M。 Price is a very nice man；〃 Debierue said； carefully replacing the card in his thin； calfskin wallet。 〃There are very good seats in front of the snack bar。 The parents with the automobiles sometimes send their children to sit in these seats； and they are also for those patrons who do not have the automobile； as M。 Price explained to me。 Over to the right of these seats is the zinc slide and little swings； the Kiddyland for these； the children； who bee tired of watching the movie screen。 I like the children…I am a Frenchman…but the little children begin to make too much noise playing in the Kiddyland after the cartoons are finished。 This arrangement is good for the parents inside the cars with speakers； but not for me。 The noise bees too loud for me。 M。 Price and I are now good friends； and he reserves for me each night a seat and special earphones。 I hear only the movie with the earphones and no more the children。〃
I smiled。 〃Can you understand American English； the way the Bowery Boys speak it？〃
〃No； not always；〃 he replied seriously。 〃But it is no matter。 These Bowery Boys are too wonderful edians…the Surrealist actors； no？ I like M。 Huntz Hall。 He is very droll。 Last week there were the three pictures one night with the bourgeois couple and their new house； Papa and Mama Kettle。 I like them very much； and also John Wayne。〃 He shook his fingers as if he had burned them badly on a hot stove。 〃Oh ho！ He is the tough guy； no？〃
〃Yes； sir； he certainly is。 But you've surprised me again； M。 Debierue。 I had no idea you were a movie fan。〃
〃It is pleasant to see the cinema in the evenings。〃 He shrugged。 〃And I like also the grape snow cone。 Do you like these； the grape snow cones； M。 Figueras？〃
〃I haven't had one in a long time。〃
〃Very good。 Fifteen cents at the snack bar'
〃That's quite a long walk down there and back every night； M。 Debierue。 And as long as you haven't seen these old movies anyway； why don't you buy a television？ There are at least a half…dozen films on TV every night； and…〃
〃No；〃 he said loyally； 〃this is not good advice。 M。 Price has already explained to me that the TV was harmful to the eyes。 The little screen； he said； will give one bad headaches after one or two hours of watching。〃
I was going to refute this； but changed my mind and lit a cigarette instead。 Debierue excused himself and left for his bedroom。 I stubbed out the cigarette in the sticky remains of the imitation cranberry sauce well in the TV dinner plate。 My mouth was too dry to smoke。
〃Have you got any tranquilizers in your purse？〃
〃No； but I've got a Ritalin； I think。〃 Berenice untied the drawstring and searched for her pillbox。
〃O。K。； and give me two Excedrins while you're at it。〃
〃I've only got Bufferin…〃
I took two Bufferin and the tiny Ritalin pill and chased them with the remainder of my orange juice。
〃It looks as though things are going to break for us after all；〃 I said softly。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃What do you think I mean？〃
She looked at me with the blank vacant stare that always infuriated me。 〃I don't know。〃
〃Never mind。 We'll talk about it later。〃
Within a few minutes Debierue returned； wearing his moviegoer's 〃costume。〃 He had exchanged the shortsleeved poio shirt for a long…sleeved dress shirt； and it was buttoned at the neck and cuffs。 He wore long white duck trousers instead of shorts； and had pulled his white socks up over the cuffs and secured them with bicycle clips。 With his tennis shoes and Navy blue beret he resembled some exclusive tennis club's oldest living member。 In his left hand he carried a pair of cotton Iron Boy work gloves。 It was a peculiar getup； but it was a practical uniform for a man who was determined to sit for six hours in a mosquitoinfested drive…in movie。
Debierue locked the front door and dropped the key into a red pottery pot containing a thirsty azalea； and trailed us to the car。 Berenice sat in the middle； and as I drove cautiously down the grassy road toward the highway she and the old man discussed mosquitoes and mosquito control。 His beloved M。 Price had a huge smoke…spraying machine on a truck that made the circuit of the theater before the films began and again at intermission； but Debierue had to take the gloves along because the mosquitoes were so fierce on his walk home。 She told him about； and remended； a spray repellent called Festrol； and I was repelled by the banality of their conversation。 But with his mind on the movies； it was too late for me to ask him any final questions about his art。
I pulled over in the driveway short of the ticket window and waved a car by。 I gave the old man one of my business cards with the magazine's New York address and telephone number； and wedged in a parting ment that if he changed his mind about letting me see his pictures he could call me collect at any time。 He nodded impatiently and； without looking at the card； dropped it into his shirt pocket。 We shook hands； the quick one…up…and…one…down handshake； Berenice gave him a peck on his beard； and he got out of the car。 By the time I got the car turned around； he had disappeared into the darkness of the theater。 Music and insane woodpecker laughter filled the night suddenly as I turned onto the highway。 Berenice sighed。
〃What's the matter？〃
〃Oh； I was just thinking；〃 she said。 〃We held him up too long and now he'll have to wait until intermission to get his grape snow cone。〃
〃Yeah。 That's tough。〃
4
I drove into Debierue's private road； stopped； and switched off the headlights。 Before she could say anything I turned to Berenice and said； 〃Before you say anything I'm going to tell you。 Then； if you have questions； ask them。 I'm going down now to take a look at Debierue's pictures。 He said he had painted a few； and now that I know there are pictures in his studio I can't go back without one for Mr。 Cassidy'
〃Why not？ He doesn't know that there are any。〃
〃I made a deal。 And even if I decide not to take one back； which I doubt； I still have to see them myself。 If you don't understand that； you don't understand me very well。〃
〃I understand； but it's dangerous…〃
〃With Debierue in the movies； it's safer than houses。 He dropped the door key into a potted plant on the porch。 You saw him； too； didn't you？〃
〃But the studio is stifi locked； and…〃
〃I don't want to get you involved any more than you are already。 But I want you to stay here by the highway； just in case。 Debierue might think about the key himself and e back for it。 I don't believe he will； but if he does you can run down the road and warn me and we'll get the hell out。 Okay？〃
〃I can't stand out here in the dark all by myself！ I'm scared and there are all these mosquitoes and I want to go with you！〃
〃We're wasting time。 It's one thing for me to be a housebreaker； but it's something else for you…as a schoolteacher。 There's nothing to be frightened about…I'm sorry about the mosquitoes…but if you're really afraid I'll take you down the highway to a gas station。 You can lock yourself in the women's room till I e back for you。〃
〃I don't want to lock myself up in…〃
〃Get out of the car。 I want to get this over with。〃
〃Let me have your cigarettes。〃
I handed her my half…empty pack； not the full one； and she climbed resignedly out of the car。 〃How long are you going to be？〃
〃I don't know。 That depends upon how many paintings I have to look at。〃
〃Don't do it； James。 Please don't do it！〃
〃Why； for God's sake？〃
〃Because Debierue doesn't want you to； that's why！〃
〃That's not a reason。〃
〃I…I may not be here when you get back； James。〃
〃Good！ In that case； I can say you weren't with me at all tonight if I'm caught and you won't get into any trouble。〃
Without lights I eased the car down the road； but turned them on again as soon as I was well into the pines and around the first bend。 There was no good reason not to have taken Berenice with me except that I didn't want her along。 That is； there was no rational reason。 She had looked rather pitiful standing in the tall grass beside the road。 Maybe I thought she would be in the way； or that she would talk all the time。 Something。 。 。 。 It might have been something in my subconscious mind warning me about what I would find。 As soon as I parked in front of the house I considered； for a brief moment； going back for her。 I got out of the car instead； but left the headlights on。
Because of the rain…washed air the few visible stars seemed to be light years higher in the void than they usually were。 There was no moon as yet； and the night was inky。 In the black swamp beyond the house a lonesome bull alligator roared erotically。 This was such a miserable； isolated location for an artist to live； I was grateful that the old painter had a place to go every night…and not only because the house was so easy to break into。 If I had to live out here all alone； I too would have been looking forward to seeing the Bowery Boys and three color cartoons。
Debierue's 〃hiding〃 of the key was evidently a habitual practice； a safeguard to prevent its loss