“I didn’t even know what I was saying. But I could say anything. I knew already that the world was unsure of what it really was, constantly changing itself, disappearing and reappearing in new and stranger garb. It had holes in it and avenues unmentioned by others I knew. I wondered if the deputy sheriff could see down leafy roads that were on no map.”
Two characters, a car, and a dusty road. The eleven year old girl wants to escape the county and she’s looking to hitch a ride to the beach. A fat man with pornographic pictures of little boys picks her up, thinking she is a little boy. After the initial shock, we are assured our narrator is safe from harm because of this preference, and become content (and intrigued) as she amicably gets to know a man that no one else dares come near. She knows that what he has is not right, but she cannot help but feel confronted by her own gross inclinations when confronted with such images.
They crash in a ditch which lands them stranded at a roadstop where they sit over cokes: “I sucked the Coke until it hurt in my cheekbones. I liked the pain. The man fanned the pictures out, then closed them up, then fanned them out again. He probably did that when he was alone, sitting on a hotel bed, just staring. I probably would too, I thought, and this embarassed me.”
At this point the girl is feeling like she wants to seduce this man – to feel the weight of him: “I felt hot now, tired, and wanted to rest somewhere, briefly, out of the light of scrutiny. I thought of the fat man pressing his face down upon mine. Would it weigh a lot?”
They get a room to take a nap: “I turned away from the fat man and pressed my back against his, at first gently and then hard. “Am I taking up too much room?” He asked. “No, am I pushing too hard?” “Nah. It feels good. It’s a long time since I had something solid pressed up against me.””
Inevitably the deputy sheriff and bar owner break into the room to arrest Jimmy. These adults have a clear idea of right and wrong and understand the need to intercede with the hand of justice. The girl knows these rules too, but because of her visions and capacity to feel the loneliness within herself and others she has been capable of a supreme empathy for the fat man Jimmy Porcell.
The deputy buys her ice cream and asks her many questions – “I made answers…didn’t really keep track of what I was saying. I continued to be alert however, to slurs against the man Jimmy. I liked standing up for him. Probably tomorrow, if not in a minute, I’d feel the opposite.”
The style and voice of this story struck me with the same Southern Gothic essence that is inescapable in every Flannery O’Connor short story. It is a child’s expandable truth in a world of adults who would rather look away from something so grotesque. It is a child examining the two sides of every coin and maybe even seeing three sides even though the adults all insist there could only be two.
“I felt a little sick to my stomach, but I liked the feeling, in a way. It was different enough to be something from another world, really, and it took my mind off some things that were beginning to trouble me.”