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ks from the day when I e home and found Lulubelle gone。
'Anyway； Lucy came pelting in from the kitchen； did a kind of racing slide on the wood floor； jumped over Frank； and went skittering up the living room drapes； paw over paw。 Left some pretty good holes in them； with threads hanging down。 Then she just perched at the top on the rod； staring around the room with her blue eyes all big and wild and the tip of her tail snapping back and forth。
'Frank only jumped a little and then put his muzzle back on Lulubelle's shoe； but the cat scared the hell out of Lulubelle； who was deep in her book； and when she looked up at the cat； I could see that outright hate in her eyes again。
' 〃All right；〃 she said； 〃that's enough。 Everybody out of the goddam pool。 We're going to find a good home for that little blue…eyed bitch； and if we're not smart enough to find a home for a purebred Siamese； we're going to take her to the animal shelter。 I've had enough。〃
' 〃What do you mean？〃 I ask her。
' 〃Are you blind？〃 she asks。 〃Look what she did to my drapes！ They're full of holes！〃
' 〃You want to see drapes with holes in them；〃 I say； 〃why don't you go upstairs and look at the ones on my side of the bed。 The bottoms are all ragged。 Because he chews them。〃
' 〃That's different；〃 she says； glaring at me。 〃That's different and you know it。〃
'Well； I wasn't going to let that lie。 No way I was going to let that one lie。 〃The only reason you think it's different is because you like the dog you gave me and you don't like the cat I gave you；〃 I says。 〃But I'll tell you one thing； Mrs。 DeWitt： you take the cat to the animal shelter for clawing the living room drapes on Tuesday； I guarantee you I'll take the dog to the animal shelter for chewing the bedroom drapes on Wednesday。 You got that？〃
'She looked at me and started to cry。 She threw her book at me and called me a bastard。 A mean bastard。 I tried to grab hold of her； make her stay long enough for me to at least try to make up…if there was a way to make up without backing down； which I didn't mean to do that time…but she pulled her arm out of my hand and ran out of the room。 Frank ran out after her。 They went upstairs and the bedroom door slammed。
'I gave her half an hour or so to cool off； then I went upstairs myself。 The bedroom door was still shut； and when I started to open it； I was pushing against Frank。 I could move him； but it was slow work with him sliding across the floor； and also noisy work。 He was growling。 And I mean growling； my friends； that was no fucking purr。 If I'd gone in there； I believe he would have tried his solemn best to bite my manhood off。 I slept on the couch that night。 First time。
'A month later； give or take； she was gone。'
If L。T。 had timed his story right （most times he did； practice makes perfect）； the bell signaling back to work at the W。S。 Hepperton Processed Meats Plant of Ames； Iowa； would ring just about then； sparing him any questions from the new men （the old hands knew 。 。 。 and knew better than to ask） about whether or not L。T。 and Lulubelle had reconciled； or if he knew where she was today； or…the all…time sixty…four…thousand…dollar question…if she and Frank were still together。 There's nothing like the back…to…work bell to close off life's more embarrassing questions。
'Well；' L。T。 would say； putting away his Thermos and then standing up and giving a stretch； 'it has all led me to create what I call L。T。 DeWitt's Theory of Pets。'
They'd look at him expectantly； just as I had the first time I heard him use that grand phrase； but they would always end up feeling let down； just as I always had； a story that good deserved a better punchline； but L。T。's never changed。
'If your dog and cat are getting along better than you and your wife；' he'd say； 'you better expect to e home some night and find a Dear John note on your refrigerator door。'
He told that story a lot； as I've said； and one night when he came to my house for dinner； he told it for my wife and my wife's sister。 My wife had invited Holly； who had been divorced almost two years； so the boys and the girls would balance up。 I'm sure that's all it was； because Roslyn never liked L。T。 DeWitt。 Most people do； most people take to him like hands take to warm water； but Roslyn has never been most people。 She didn't like the story of the note on the fridge and the pets； either…I could tell she didn't； although she chuckled in the right places。 Holly 。 。 。 shit； I don't know。 I've never been able to tell what that girl's thinking。 Mostly just sits there with her hands in her lap； smiling like Mona Lisa。 It was my fault that time； though； and I admit it。 L。T。 didn't want to tell it； but I kind of egged him on because it was so quiet around the dinner table； just the click of silverware and the clink of glasses； and I could almost feel my wife disliking L。T。 It seemed to be ing off her in waves。 And if L。T。 had been able to feel that little Jack Russell terrier disliking him； he would probably be able to feel my wife doing the same。 That's what I figured； anyhow。
So he told it； mostly to please me； I suppose； and he rolled his eyeballs in all the right places； as if saying 'Gosh； she fooled me right and proper； didn't she？' and my wife chuckled here and there…they sounded as phony to me as Monopoly money looks…and Holly smiled her little Mona Lisa smile with her eyes downcast。 Otherwise the dinner went off all right； and when it was over L。T。 told Roslyn that he thanked her for 'a sportin…fine meal' （whatever that is） and she told him to e any time； she and I liked to see his face in the place。 That was a lie on her part； but I doubt there was ever a dinner party in this history of the world where a few lies weren't told。 So it went off all right； at least until I was driving him home。 L。T。 started to talk about how it would be a year Lulubelle had been gone in just another week or so； their fourth anniversary； which is flowers if you're old…fashioned and electrical appliances if you're newfangled。 Then he said as how Lulubelle's mother…at whose house Lulubelle had never shown up…was going to put up a marker with Lulubelle's name on it at the local cemetery。 'Mrs。 Simms says we have to consider her as one dead；' L。T。 said； and then he began to bawl。 I was so shocked I nearly ran off the goddam road。
He cried so hard that when I was done being shocked； I began to be afraid all that pent…up grief might kill him with a stroke or a burst blood vessel or something。 He rocked back and forth in the seat and slammed his open hands down on the dashboard。 It was like there was a twister loose inside him。 Finally I pulled over to the side of the road and began patting his shoulder。 I could feel the heat of his skin right through his shirt； so hot it was baking。
'e on； L。T。；' I said。 'That's enough。'
'I just miss her；' he said in a voice so thick with tears I could barely understand what he was saying。 'Just so goddam much。 I e home and there's no one but the cat； crying and crying； and pretty soon I'm crying； too； both of us crying while I fill up her dish with that goddam muck she eats。'
He turned his flushed； streaming face full on me。 Looking back into it was almost more than I could take； but I did take it； felt I had to take it。 Who had gotten him telling the story about Lucy and Frank and the note on the refrigerator that night； after all？ It hadn't been Mike Wallace； or Dan Rather； that was for sure。 So I looked back at him。 I didn't quite dare hug him； in case that twister should somehow jump from him to me； but I kept patting his arm。
'I think she's alive somewhere； that's what I think；' he said。 His voice was still thick and wavery； but there was a kind of pitiful weak defiance in it as well。 He wasn't telling me what he believed； but what he wished he could believe。 I'm pretty sure of that。
'Well；' I said； 'you can believe that。 No law against it； is there？ And it isn't as if they found her body； or anything。'
'I like to think of her out there in Nevada singing in some little casino hotel；' he said。 'Not in Vegas or Reno； she couldn't make it in one of the big towns； but in Winnemucca or Ely I'm pretty sure she could get by。 Some place like that。 She just saw a SINGER WANTED sign and give up her idea of going home to her mother。 Hell； the two of them never got on worth a shit anyway； that's what Lu used to say。 And she could sing； you know。 I don't know if you ever heard her； but she could。 I don't guess she was great； but she was good。 The first time I saw her； she was singing in the lounge of the Marriott Hotel。 In Columbus； Ohio； that was。 Or； another possibility 。 。 。 '
He hesitated； then went on in a lower voice。
'Prostitution is legal out there in Nevada； you know。 Not in all the counties； but in most of them。 She could be working one of them Green Lantern trailers or the Mustang Ranch。 Lots of women have got a streak of whore in them。 Lu had one。 I don't mean she stepped around on me； or slept around on me； so I can't say how I know； but I do。 She 。 。 。 yes； she could be in one of those places。'
He stopped； eyes distant； maybe imagining Lulubelle on a bed in the back room of a Nevada