A Dirty Job Chapter 10

PART TWOSECONDHAND SOULSDo non considerk death. Death will find you.But overtakek the road which makes death a fulfillment. Dag Hammarskjld10DEATH TAKES A WALKMornings, Charlie walked. At six, later an early breakfast, he would work on the c ar of Sophie oer to Mrs. Korjev or Mrs. Ling (whoevers turn it was) for the work twenty-four hours and walk stroll re solelyy, pacing tabu the city with the sword-cane, which had become part of his daily regalia, wearing soft, fateful-leather go shoes and an expensive, secondhand suit that had been retailored at his cleaners in Chinatown. Although he pretended to throw a purpose, Charlie walked to give himself sequence to think, to try on the sizing of being Death, and to look at all the volume turn come out and nearly in the morning. He wondered if the female child at the flower stand, from whom he often bought a carnation for his lapel, had a soul, or would give hers up while he watched her die. He watched the guy in North Bea ch make cappuccinos with faces and fern leaves drawn in the foam, and wondered if a guy like that could actually function without a soul, or was his soul collecting form in Charlies O.K. room? There were a lot of people to see, and a lot of mentation to be d superstar.Being out among the people of the city, when they were but starting to move, greeting the day, making ready, he started to notion not just the responsibility of his new role, but the power, and finally, the specialness. It didnt matter that he had no idea what he was doing, or that he might have lost the love of his life for it to happen he had been chosen. And realizing that, wholeness day as he walked down California Street, down Nob Hill into the financial district, where hed perpetually felt inferior and out of touch with the world, as the brokers and bankers quickstepped around him, barking into their cell phones to Hong Kong or London or New York and never making gist contact, he started to not so much st roll, as strut. That day Charlie Asher climbed onto the California Street cable car for the first time since he was a kid, and hung off the bar, out over the path, holding out the sword-cane as if charging, with Hondas and Mercedes zooming along the street beside him, passing chthonian his armpit just inches away. He got off at the end of the line, bought a Wall Street Journal from a machine, then walked to the nearest storm drain, spread out the Journal to protect his tro mappingrs against oil stains, then got down on his hands and knees and screamed into the drain grate, I have been chosen, so dont fuck with me When he stood up again, a dozen people were stand on that point, waiting for the light to alter. Looking at him.Had to be done, Charlie said, not apologizing, just explaining.The bankers and the brokers, the executive director assistants and the human-resource people and the woman on her way to serve up clam chowder in a sourdough trough at the Boudin Bakery, all n odded, not sure exactly why, except that they worked in the financial district, and they all mum being fucked with, and in their souls if not in their minds, they knew that Charlie had been yelling in the right direction. He folded his paper, tucked it under his arm, then turned and crossed the street with them when the light changed.Sometimes Charlie walked whole blocks when he plan plainly of Rachel, and would become so engrossed in the memory of her eyes, her smile, her touch, that he ran straight into people. Other times people would bump into him, and not even lift his wal permit or say excuse me, which might be a matter of course in New York, but in San Francisco meant that he was close to a soul vessel that needed to be retrieved. He set one, a bronze fireplace poker, mark off out by the curb with the trash on Russian Hill. Another time, he spotted a glowing vase displayed in the bay windowpane of a Victorian in North Beach. He screwed up his courage and knocked on the d oor, and when a young woman answered, and came out on the porch to look for her visitor, and was bewildered because she didnt see anyone there, Charlie slipped past her, grabbed the vase, and was out the side door before she came back in, his heart pounding like a war drum, adrenaline sizzling through his veins like a hormonal tilt-a-whirl. As he headed back to the shop that particular morning, he realized, with no itty-bitty sense of irony, that until he became Death, hed never felt so alive.Every morning, Charlie tried to walk in a different direction. On Mondays he liked to go up into Chinatown just after dawn, when all the deliveries were being made crates of produce, carrots, lettuce, broccoli, cauliflower, melons, and a dozen varieties of cabbage, tended by Latinos in the Central Valley and consumed by Chinese in Chinatown, having passed through Anglo hands just long adequate to extract the nourishing money. On Mondays the fishing companies delivered their fresh catches us ually strong Italian men whose families had been in the business for five generations, handing off their catch to inscrutable Chinese merchants whose ancestors had bought fish from the Italians off horse-drawn wagons a hundred years before. All sorts of live and recently live fish were moved across the pavement snapper and halibut and mackerel, sea bass and ling cod and yellowtail, clawless Pacific lobster, Dungeness crab, ghastly monkfish, with their long saberlike odontiasis and a single spine that jutted from their head, bracing a luminous lure they used to draw in prey, so plenteous in the ocean that the sun never shone. Charlie was fascinated by the creatures from the very deep sea, the big-eyed squid, cuttlefish, the blind sharks that located prey with electromagnetic impulses creatures who never saw light. They made him think of what might be facing him from the Underworld, because even as he fell into a rhythm of finding names at his bedside, and soul vessels in all mann er of places, and the appearance of the ravens and the shades subsided, he could feel them under the street whenever he passed a storm sewer. Sometimes he could hear them whispering to one another, hushing quickly in the rare moments when the street went quiet.To walk through Chinatown at dawn was to become part of a severe dance, because there were no back doors or alleys for loading, and all the wares went across the sidewalk, and although Charlie had enjoyed neither danger nor dancing up till now, he enjoyed playing dance partner to the thousand tiny Chinese grandmothers in black slippers or jelly-colored plastic shoes who scampered from merchant to merchant, squeezing and smelling and thumping, looking for the freshest and the best for their families, twanging orders and questions to the merchants in Mandarin, all the while just a second or a slip away from being sound over by sides of beef, great racks of fresh duck, or hand trucks stacked high with crates of live turtles. Ch arlie was nevertheless to retrieve a soul vessel on one of his Chinatown walks, but he stayed ready, because the swirl of time and motion forecast that one foggy morning someones granny was going to proceed knocked out of her low shoes.One Monday, just for sport, Charlie grabbed an eggplant that a spectacularly wizened granny was going for, but or else of twisting it out of his hand with some mystic kung fu move as he expected, she looked him in the eye and shook her head just a jog, barely perceptible really it might have been a tic, but it was the most eloquent of gestures. Charlie read it as saying O White Devil, you do not want to purloin that purple fruit, for I have four thousand years of ancestors and civilization on you my grandparents built the railroads and dug the silver mines, and my parents survived the earthquake, the fire, and a society that outlawed even being Chinese I am mother to a dozen, grandmother to a hundred, and great-grandmother to a legion I have bir thed babies and water-washed the dead I am history and suffering and wisdom I am a Buddha and a dragon so get your fucking hand off my eggplant before you lose it.And Charlie let go.And she grinned, just a little. Three teeth.And he wondered if it ever did fall to him to retrieve the soul vessel of one of these crones of Chronos, if hed even be able to lift it. And he grinned back.And asked for her phone number, which he gave to Ray. She seemed nice, Charlie told him. Mature.Sometimes Charlies walks took him through Japantown, where he passed the most enigmatic shop in the city, Invisible Shoe Re pit. He really intended to balk in one day, but he was still coming to terms with giant ravens, adversaries from the Underworld, and being a Merchant of Death, and he wasnt sure he was ready for invisible shoes, let alone invisible shoes that needed repair He often tried to look past the Japanese characters into the shop window as he passed, but saw nothing, which, of course, didnt mean a thing. He just wasnt ready. But there was a pet shop in Japantown (House of Pleasant Fish and Gerbil), where he had originally gone to procure Sophies fish, and where he returned to replace the TV attorneys with six TV detectives, who also simultaneously took the big Ambien a calendar week later. Charlie had been distraught to find his baby daughter drooling away in front of a bowl afloat(p) more dead detectives than a film noir festival, and after flushing all six at once and having to use the plunger to dislodge Magnum and Mannix, he vowed that following(a) time he would find more resilient pals for his little girl. He was coming out of House of PF&G one afternoon, with a Habitrail pod containing a pair of sturdy hamsters, when he ran into Lily, who was making her way to a coffeehouse up on Van Ness, where she was preparation to meet her friend Abby for some latte-fueled speed brooding.Hey, Lily, how are you doing? Charlie was trying to appear matter-of-fact, but he found that the awkwardness between him and Lily over the last few months was not mitigated by her seeing him on the street carrying a plastic buffet full of rodents.Nice gerbilles, Lily said. She wore a Catholic schoolgirls plaid beleaguer over black tights and Doc Martens, with a tight black PVC bustier that was squishing pale Lily-bits out the top, like a can of biscuit dough thats been smacked on the edge of the counter. The hair color du jour was fuchsia, over violet eye shadow, which matched her violet, elbow-length lace gloves. She looked up and down the street and, when she didnt see anyone she knew, fell into step succeeding(prenominal) to Charlie.Theyre not gerbils, theyre hamsters, Charlie said.Asher, do you have something youve been keeping from me? She tilted her head a little, but didnt look at him when she asked, just kept her eyes forward, scanning the street for someone who might recognize her walking next to Charlie, thus forcing her to commit seppuku.Jeez, Lily, these are for Sophie Charlie said. Her fish died, so Im bringing her some new pets. Besides, that whole gerbil thing is an urban myth I meant that youre Death, Lily said.Charlie nearly dropped his hamsters. Huh?Its so wrong Lily continued, walking on after Charlie had stopped in his tracks, so now he had to scurry to catch up to her. Just so wrong, that you would be chosen. Of all of lifes many disappointments, Id have to say that this is the crowning disappointment.Youre sixteen, Charlie said, still stumbling a little at the matter-of-fact way she was discussing this.Oh, throw that in my face, Asher. Im only sixteen for two more months, then what? In the blink of an eye my beauty becomes but a feast for worms, and I, a forgotten sigh in a sea of nothingness.Your birthday is in two months? Well, well have to get you a nice cake, Charlie said.Dont change the subject, Asher. I know all about you, and your Death persona.Charlie stopped again and turned to look at her. This time, she stopped as well. Lily, I know Ive been acting a little strangely since Rachel died, and Im sorry you got in trouble at school because of me, but its just been trying to deal with it all, with the baby, with the business. The stress of it all has I have The Great Big Book of Death, Lily said. She steadied Charlies hamsters when he lost his grip. I know about the soul vessels, about the colorful forces rising if you fuck up, all that hug all of it. Ive known long-term than you have, I think.Charlie didnt know what to say. He was feeling brat and relief at the same time panic because Lily knew, but relief because at least someone knew, and believed it, and had actually seen the book. The bookLily, do you still have the book?Its in the store. I hid it in the back of the glass cabinet where you keep the valuable stuff that no one will ever buy.No one ever looks in that cabinet.No kidding? I thought if you ever found it, Id say it had always been there.I have to go. He turned and started walking the other direction, but then realized that they had already been heading toward his neighborhood and turned around again. Where are you going?To get some coffee.Ill walk with you.You will not. Lily looked around again, wary that someone might see them.But, Lily, Im Death. That should at least have given me some level of cool.Yeah, youd think, but it turns out that you have managed to take over the cool out of being Death.Wow, thats harsh.Welcome to my world, Asher.You cant tell anyone about this, you know that?Like anyone cares what you do with your gerbils.Hamsters Thats not Chill, Asher. Lily giggled. I know what you mean. Im not going to tell anyone except Abby knows but she doesnt care. She says shes met some guy whos her dark lord. Shes in that stage where she thinks a dick is some kind of mystical magic wand.Charlie adjusted his hamster box uncomfortably. Girls go through a stage like that? Why was he just hearing about this now? Even the hamsters looked uncomfort able.Lily turned on a heel and started up the street. Im not having this conversation with you.Charlie stood there, watch her go, balancing the hamsters and his completely useless sword-cane while trying to dig his cell phone out of his pate pocket. He needed to see that book, and he needed to see it sooner than the hour it would take him to get home. Lily, wait he called. Im calling a cab, Ill give you a ride.She waved him off without looking and kept walking. As he was waiting for the cab company to answer, he heard it, the voice, and he realized that he was standing right over a storm drain. It had been over a month since hed heard them, and he thought maybe theyd gone. Well have her, too, Meat. Shes ours now.He felt the fear rise in his throat like bile. He snapped the phone shut and ran after Lily, cane rattling and hamsters bouncing as he went. Lily, wait defermentShe spun around quickly and her fuchsia wig only did the quarter turn instead of the half, so her face was cove r with hair when she said, One of those ice-cream cakes from Thirty-one Flavors, okay? After that, despair and nothingness.Well put that on the cake, Charlie said.