iancaldwell&dustinthomason.theruleoffour-第62部分

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　Chapter　26
　
　The　dance　floor　is　ten　degrees　hotter　than　the　rest　of　the　club；　couples　pressed　tight　into　each　other；　merging　and　turning；　an　asteroid　belt　of　slow…dancers；　but　I　instantly　feel　fortable。　Katie　and　I　have　moved　to　a　lot　of　music　since　that　first　night　we　met　at　Ivy。　Each　weekend　on　Prospect　Avenue　the　clubs　hire　bands　to　suit　every　taste；　and　in　just　a　few　months　we've　tried　ballroom　and　Latin　and　every　style　in　between。　With　nine　years　of　tap　behind　her；　Katie　has　enough　elegance　and　grace　for　three　or　four　dancers；　which　means　that　between　us　we　average　about　as　much　as　the　next　couple。　Still；　as　her　charity　case；　I've　e　a　long　way。　We　get　bolder　the　longer　we're　at　it；　succumbing　to　the　champagne。　I　manage　to　dip　her　once　without　falling　on　top　of　her；　she　manages　to　spin　from　my　good　arm　once　without　dislocating　anything；　and　soon　we're　dangerous　on　the　floor。
　〃I've　decided　who　I　am；〃　I　tell　her；　pulling　her　back　toward　me。
　There's　a　wonderful　contact　between　us；　her　cleavage　tightening；　breasts　buoyant。
　〃Who？〃　she　says。
　We're　both　breathing　hard。　Tiny　drops　of　sweat　are　forming　at　the　top　of　her　forehead。
　〃F。　Scott　Fitzgerald。〃
　Katie　shakes　her　head　and　smiles。　Her　tongue　flits　in　the　gap　between　her　teeth。　〃You　can't；〃　she　says。　〃Scott　Fitzgerald's　not　allowed。〃
　We're　both　talking　loudly；　our　mouths　closer　and　closer　to　each　other's　ears　in　order　to　hear　above　the　music。
　〃Why　not？〃　I　ask；　getting　my　lips　tangled　in　a　few　strands　of　hair。　She　has　a　dot　of　perfume　on　her　neck；　the　same　way　she　did　in　the　darkroom；　and　the　continuum　between　there　and　here…the　idea　that　we　really　are　the　same　people；　just　differently　dressed…is　enough。
　〃Because　he　was　a　member　of　Cottage；〃　she　says；　leaning　forward。　〃That's　blasphemy。〃
　I　smile。　〃So　how　long　does　this　keep　up？〃
　〃The　ball？　Until　the　service　starts。〃
　It　takes　me　a　second　to　remember　that　tomorrow　is　Easter。
　〃At　midnight？〃　I　ask。
　She　nods。　〃Kelly　and　the　others　are　worried　about　turnout　at　the　chapel。〃
　Almost　on　cue；　we　make　another　turn　on　the　floor　and　Kelly　Danner　passes　into　view；　pointing　her　index　finger　at　a　sophomore　in　a　flashy　tux　vest；　the　body　language　of　a　witch　changing　a　prince　into　a　toad。　All…powerful　Kelly　Danner；　the　woman　not　even　Gil　trifles　with。
　〃They're　making　everyone　go？〃　I　say；　thinking　even　Kelly　would　be　hard…pressed　to　manage　that。
　Katie　shakes　her　head。　〃They're　closing　the　club　and　suggesting　that　people　go。〃
　There's　an　edge　to　her　voice　when　she　talks　about　Kelly；　so　I　decide　not　to　press。　Watching　the　couples　around　us；　I　can't　help　but　think　about　Paul；　who　always　seemed　alone　here。
　Just　then；　the　rhythm　of　the　entire　party　is　thrown　off　when　one　final　couple　arrives　at　the　door；　late　enough　to　upstage　everyone　else。　It's　Parker　Hassett　and　his　date。　True　to　his　word；　Parker　has　dyed　his　hair　brown；　parted　it　rigidly　down　the　left　side；　and　donned　an　inaugural…style　tuxedo　with　white　vest　and　white　tie；　for　a　strangely　convincing　resemblance　to　John　Kennedy。　His　partner；　the　always　dramatic　Veronica　Terry；　has　also　e　as　billed。　In　a　windswept　platinum　hairdo；　candy…apple　lipstick；　and　a　dress　that　billows　even　without　a　subway　grate　to　blow　it　skyward；　she　is　the　spitting　image　of　Marilyn　Monroe。　The　costume　ball　has　begun。　In　a　room　full　of　pretenders；　these　two　take　the　crown。
　The　reception　Parker　gets；　though；　is　deadly。　Silence　falls　over　the　room；　from　stray　corners　es　hissing。　When　Gil；　from　the　landing　of　the　second　floor；　is　the　only　one　able　to　quiet　the　crowd；　I　sense　that　the　honor　of　arriving　last　was　supposed　to　have　been　his；　and　that　Parker　has　shown　up　the　president　at　the　president's　own　ball。
　At　Gil's　insistence；　the　climate　in　the　room　slowly　cools。　Parker　makes　a　quick　detour　in　the　direction　of　the　bar；　then　brings　Veronica　Terry　and　his　glasses　of　wine；　one　in　each　hand；　toward　the　dance　floor。　When　he　approaches；　there's　a　swagger　in　his　step；　it　never　registers　in　his　expression　that　he　is　already　the　least　popular　person　in　the　room。　Once　he　es　close　enough；　I　realize　how　he　pulls　it　off。　He's　traveling　in　a　cloud　of　cocktail　fumes；　already　drunk。
　Katie　edges　a　shade　closer　to　me　as　he　nears；　but　I　make　nothing　of　it　until　I　notice　the　look　that　passes　between　them。　Parker　gives　her　a　meaningful　stare；　snide　and　sexual　and　assertive　all　at　once；　and　Katie　tugs　at　my　hand；　pulling　me　away　from　the　dance　floor。
　〃What　was　that　all　about？〃　I　ask；　when　we're　out　of　earshot。
　The　band　is　playing　Marvin　Gaye；　guitars　licking；　drums　thumping；　the　leitmotiv　of　Parker's　arrival。　John　Kennedy　is　grinding　with　Marilyn　Monroe；　the　strange　spectacle　of　history　humping；　and　all　the　other　couples　have　given　them　a　wide　berth；　the　quarantine　of　social　lepers。
　Katie　looks　upset。　All　the　magic　of　our　dancing　has　evaporated。
　〃That　prick；〃　she　says。
　〃What　did　he　do？〃
　Then；　all　at　once；　it　es　out：　the　story　I　wasn't　around　to　hear；　the　one　she　hadn't　intended　to　tell　me　until　later。
　〃Parker　tried　to　third…floor　me　at　bicker。　He　said　he'd　blackball　me　unless　I　gave　him　a　lap　dance。　Now　he　thinks　it's　a　joke。〃
　We're　standing　in　the　middle　of　the　main　hall；　close　enough　to　the　dance　floor　to　see　Parker　with　his　hands　on　Veronica's　hips。
　〃That　son　of　a　bitch。　What'd　you　do　about　it？〃
　〃I　told　Gil。〃　When　she　speaks　his　name；　her　eyes　travel　to　the　stairs；　where　Gil　is　making　conversation　with　two　juniors。
　〃That's　all？〃
　I　expect　her　to　invoke　Donald's　name；　to　remind　me　where　I　should've　been；　but　she　doesn't。
　〃Yes〃　is　all　she　says。　〃He　kicked　Parker　out　of　bicker。〃
　I　know　she　means　I　should　let　this　go；　that　this　wasn't　how　she　wanted　me　to　find　out。　She's　been　through　enough　already。　But　my　temperature　is　rising。
　〃I'm　going　to　say　something　to　Parker；〃　I　tell　her。
　Katie　looks　at　me　sharply。　〃No；　Tom。　Not　tonight。〃
　〃He　can't　just　act…〃
　〃Look；〃　she　says；　cutting　me　off。　〃Forget　about　it。　We're　not　going　to　let　him　ruin　our　night　together。〃
　〃I　was　only　trying　to…〃
　She　puts　a　finger　over　my　lips。　〃I　know。　Let's　go　somewhere　else。〃
　She　looks　around；　but　there　are　tuxedos　in　every　direction；　conversations　and　wineglasses　and　men　with　silver　trays。　This　is　the　magic　of　Ivy。　We　are　never　alone。
　〃Maybe　we　can　use　the　President's　Room；〃　I　say。
　She　nods。　〃I'll　ask　Gil。〃
　I　notice　the　trust　in　her　voice　when　she　says　his　name。　Gil's　been　decent　to　her；　better　than　decent；　possibly　without　even　meaning　to。　She　came　to　him　about　Parker；　when　I　was　nowhere　to　be　found。　He's　the　first　person　she　thinks　of　now；　for　something　small。　Maybe　it's　meaningful　to　her；　that　they　talk　over　breakfast；　even　if　he　almost　forgets　it。　Gil　has　been　a　big　brother　to　her；　the　way　he　was　to　me　freshman　year。　Anything　good　enough　for　him　is　good　enough　for　us　both。
　〃No　problem；〃　he　says　to　her。　〃There　won't　be　anyone　in　there。〃
　So　I　follow　Katie　downstairs；　watching　the　shifts　in　her　musculature　beneath　the　gown；　the　way　her　legs　move；　the　tightness　of　her　hips。
　When　the　lights　go　on；　I　see　the　room　where　Paul　and　I　worked　so　many　nights。　The　place　is　unchanged；　untouched　by　preparations　for　the　ball；　a　geography　of　notes　and　drawings　and　books　piled　into　mountain　ranges　that　thread　through　the　room；　as　tall　in　places　as　we　are。
　〃It's　not　as　hot　in　here；〃　I　say；　searching　for　something　to　tell　her。　They　seem　to　have　turned　down　the　thermostat　in　the　rest　of　the　building　to　keep　the　first　floor　from　overheating。
　Katie　looks　around。　Paul's　notes　are　taped　to　the　shoulders　of　the　fireplace；　his　diagrams　feather　the　walls。　We　are　surrounded　by　Colonna。
　〃Maybe　we　shouldn't　be　in　here；〃　she　says。
　I　can't　tell　if　she's　worried　that　we'll　intrude　on　something　of　Paul's；　or　that　Paul　will　intrude　on　something　of　ours。　The　longer　we　stand；　sizing　up　the　room；　the　more　I　can　feel　a　distance　forming　between　us。　This　is　not　the　place　for　what　we　need。
　〃Have　you　ever　heard　of　Schr？dinger's　cat？〃　I　say　finally；　because　it's　the　only　way　I　can　think　to　raise　what　I'm　feeling。
　〃In　philosophy？〃　she　says。
　〃Anywhere。〃
　In　my　lone　physics　class；　the　professor　used　Schr？dinger's　cat　as　an　example　in　wave　mechanics；　when　most　of　us　were　too　slow　for　v　=　…e2/r。　An　imaginary　cat　is　placed　in　a　locked　box　with　a　dose　of　cyanide；　which　will　be　given　only　if　a　Geiger　counter　is　triggered。　The　catch；　I　think；　is　that　it's　impossible　to　say　whether　the　cat　is　living　or　dead　before　you　actually　open　the　box；　until　then；　probability　requires　you　to　say　that　the　box　contains　equal　parts　living　and　dead　cat。
　〃Yes；〃　she　says。　〃What　about　it？〃
　〃I　feel　like　the　cat　isn't　dead　or　alive　right　now；〃　I　tell　her。　〃It's　nothing。〃
　Katie　puzzles　over　what　I'm　getting　at。　〃You　want　to　open　the　box；〃　she　says　at　last；　sitting　on　the　table。
　I　nod；　propping　myself　up　beside　her。　The　enormous　wooden　plank　accepts　us　silently。　I　don't　know　how　to　tell　her　the　rest　of　what　I　mean：　that　we；　individually；　are　the　scientist　on　the　outside；　that　we；　together；　are　the　cat。
　Instead　of　answering；　she　takes　a　finger　and　runs　it　behind　my　right　temple；　tucking　my　hair　behind　my　ear　as　if　I've　said　something　charming。　Maybe　she　already　knows　how　to