Authors: Vin Packer
Mother Nesselbush protested that she was not disturbed, and that she was only too thankful that she was called on. She straightened her drooping shoulders and sat forward intently.
"Maybe you better tell how it started, Casey," Marsha said, leaning against the small mahogany table with the vase of daisies set on it.
Casey was excited. Her face was animated and colored with the heat of her adventure. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward from the couch.
"It was right after chapter meeting. Kitten and I were going up to talk with Leda about her being nominated for Christmas Queen, and about the campaign we were going to plan. Well, we were kind of pleased and everything and I guess we just never thought of knocking, and when we got in there
—well, this is kind of hard to say— we found Mitch naked and she was attacking Leda. I mean, she was kissing her and pulling at her clothes."
"What!" Mother Nesselbush paled and caught her jowls with her pudgy hands. "Oh, no!"
Leda's knees felt watery and loose, and her knuckles were white in a tight fist.
"Well," Casey went on, "Kitten and I ran like the devil
—"
"I'll say we did," Kitten broke in. "I was never so scared in my life. If you could have seen it! I didn't know what to think. I didn't even think when I was running."
"What did she do when you opened the door? Gosh, Leda, you must have been crazy with fear." Jane Bell looked over at Leda after she said it, and shook her head and wrinkled her forehead in disbelief. "Absolutely
crazy
with fear!" she repeated.
"You poor, poor darling," Nessy said. "To think of it!"
Marsha moved forward and held her hand up for silence. "After that," she said when everyone settled down, "Leda came to me in the suite. Luckily, Kitten and Casey had come right there, so the story hasn't spread."
"What about Susan Mitchell?" Mother Nesselbush snapped. "Where is she now?"
"You better carry on from here, Leda." Marsha sat down on the floor, close to Nessy's chair, and waited while Leda found words. Of course, they believed the story. It had been easy to tell it, Leda thought; not easy, but the only way. It had been the only way to tell it. Strange how she had thought that she would do it just this way if they were found, in that quick flash of intuition a second before they were found. She remembered another day when she was a child alone in her room, and in the midst of it she had heard Jan's footsteps down the hall. If they stopped, if Jan came in the room, then she would say that she had shooting pains from cramps, and that she had been tossing on the bed and was hot and out of breath, and she would even cry to show that the pains were bad ones. But she would not spoil that moment there with herself for anything. All of the thoughts came quickly to Leda, solved in seconds, so that there was never any defeat. Now again she was not defeated, because they believed her. There was Mitch upstairs, waiting, trusting, but the time was now, downstairs, and Leda began slowly, her words careful and well remembered.
"Mitch is upstairs in bed. She'll stay there, and she won't talk to anyone. I told her that I would explain it, and I'm going to try to. I can't explain it so that everything is over and forgotten as I know she hopes I will do, but I am going to try to be fair to her.
"First of all, I'd like to read a letter."
When she finished the letter, Mother Nesselbush rolled her eyes in utter horror. "I declare," she said. "I do declare!"
"You see," Leda said, "I suspected that Mitch had a crush on me. She was jealous of Jake and of the time I spent with him. I knew that, but I never dreamed the kid was in love with me like this. You know how I am. I call everyone honey and darling, and I guess the kid took me to heart. Then, after I told her to get some boy friends, she got mad and tried to ignore me. I didn't pay any attention until I found this note in my mailbox before dinner tonight. Well, you know how I acted at dinner."
"And I thought it was just the flu," Nessy said. "Land!"
"So I decided that the only thing I could do was to try to help the kid. At least persuade her to wait until morning. I didn't know what kind of condition she was in. She might do something dumb like confiding in that Robin Maurer. Then the whole campus would know. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't wait till chapter meeting and talk it over with you kids, because she'd be gone by then. I tried to handle it myself."
"Who's Charlie?" Kitten said. "Is he that independent? What does she mean,
he
knows?"
She imagined that, I'm sure," Leda answered. "I guess they had a fight or something and she thought he knew. The kid is really naive."
"She didn't look naive when Casey and I saw her."
"Let me finish, Kitten."
"Well, Lord, we don't want it all over campus that one of the Tri Ep
pledges is queer.
That's all the independents need."
"I tell you, he doesn't know. No one does!"
"Let Leda finish," Marsha said.
"She brought a suitcase with her and was ready to go. I persuaded her to wait until morning. I thought that by that time I'd be able to do something
—talk to Nessy or Marsha or someone. She got undressed to go to bed, and —then she—attacked me. Thank God you kids came along at the right time."
"What did she do after they left the room?" Jane Bell asked. "I can't even imagine this!"
"That brought her to. You see, she really went out of her mind for a minute. After the door slammed, she came to and became herself. I quieted her as best I could, and told her it would all be O.K. She was scared to death, poor kid."
"Poor kid!" Casey sneered. "She belongs in a cage!"
"I don't know," Leda said. "I can't help feeling sorry for her."
Nessy said, "You showed great presence of mind, Leda. Why, if it had been me, I would have just shrieked my lungs out!"
"You weren't even yelling," Casey said.
"And it's a good thing she didn't. If it ever got around the house
—Lord, I hate to think." Kitten reached for a cigarette and snapped the flame on her lighter. "That's one thing we've got to be damn careful about. We've got to keep it between us. We'll have to think of some other reason for getting rid of her."
"Maybe I can do it," Leda said. "Look, maybe I can convince her that the best thing for her to do is to go to the Psych Department. I'll tell her I think she was right to want to move to the dorm, and then we'll be rid of her and she'll never know the difference. We can keep it all hush-hush."
Jane Bell groaned and scratched her head "No, that's no answer. She'd blab it to one of the doctors and then it'd get back to Panhellenic. Besides, no telling what she might do at the dorm."
Inwardly Leda shook at the danger of
her own
suggestion. But no matter where Mitch went, there was the danger of her telling her side of the story. Of someone believing it. Who'd believe it? The letter was written perfectly, leaving Leda free of any implication, and there was no other proof. Nothing. She felt stronger then, fear lending new armor.
"You know," she said, "the kid will probably try to blame me. She'll probably say I had something to do with it. You know how people get when they're up against a wall."
Mother Nesselbush giggled. "Leda, our queen," she said. "Now really, do you think anyone would believe the child? She's obviously demented!" Her face changed and became grave. "Girls, I don't think the decision is ours to make. We must think of the reputation of the house. Tri Epsilon stands for honesty and loyalty, to ourselves and to the school too. This is a matter for the dean's office, girls, and I assure you, Dean Patterson is a
very
discreet person. She'll handle this with utmost concern for our welfare."
"I agree with Nessy," Marsha said. "It isn't anything we can decide. We can only pledge ourselves to secrecy. No other member of the sorority is to know about this. Now, let's promise it."
"Promised!" Kitten said "That's for sure."
"I'd be embarrassed to tell anyone else," Casey commented. "Even now it embarrasses me."
Jane Bell stubbed her cigarette out in the ash tray. "I don't have to remind anyone," she said, "that if the pledges ever learn about this, we'll be in danger of losing the entire pledge class."
Marsha stepped forward to the middle of the room. "We all know the consequences. It could be anything else but this. Homosexuality just leaves a horrid taste. We'd all have to pay, even though we had nothing to do with it, just because it happened under our roof. We'd be the brunt of thousands of miserable jokes. You all remember the year the Sigma Delts had those two terribly effeminate boys in their pledge class? Remember what happened the day they woke up and found the signs all over their front yard? That's just half of what we'd get"
Leda remembered the signs. They were large cardboard ones with bright red paint. They said, "Fairy Landing," and "Sig Delt Airport
—Fly with our boys!" For weeks, the jokes out at the Fat Lady and down at the Den and the Blue Ribbon centered around the Sig Delt house. No one ever knew how it all started, or whether there was any basis to it all, but everywhere you went you heard the sly remarks, and saw the wry grins that attended the cracks about "those fairy nice Sigma Delts." She had been a freshman then, but after two and a half years it was all very fresh in her memory. Everyone remembered, long after the boys left campus.
"I'll call the Dean," Mother Nessy said, "the first thing in the morning. The only thing we can do tonight is go to bed and try to sleep. Leda, you'd better make up the couch in here."
"I'm afraid Mitch will be suspicious. I mean, I told her I'd explain everything. She'll probably wait for me to get back."
"Oh, joyous reunion," Casey said. "Holy God!"
"You mean you're going back to that girl, Leda? Why, I won't
hear
of it!"
"Look," Marsha said calmly, "maybe it's the only way. We can't have her getting out in the halls and trying to find Leda. I mean, she won't be violent like that again, will she, Leda?"
"No, I know she won't. You don't understand. The kid is scared out of her wits now. She wouldn't lift a finger." Leda felt queasy, listening to them picture Mitch as a wild beast roaming the halls for prey. She would have to make them believe that she was wise to go back up there to Mitch. But not too anxious. "Of course I confess it isn't going to help me sleep any to know she's in the room, but
—"
"No!" Nessy said. "I simply can't have it I'm responsible."
Mitch would be waiting. Leda would have to go back, or Mitch might run to Marsha and confuse the story, ruin it
—even if they didn't believe her.
"I know," Marsha said. "Kitten and Casey and I will wait in the bathroom. Leda, you go in and see if it looks O.K. to stay there. If it does, you can tell us by coming down to the john. If it's not O.K., then you can tell us and we'll think of something else. I mean, if you think Mitch is going to act up."
"That's fine," Leda said, "and I think it'll be O.K. You don't know this kid like I do."
Kitten grinned "Obviously," she said. "Who'd want to?"
"All right," Nessy consented reluctantly, "but I won't sleep a wink. Not a wink!"
Marsha moved the tab back on the door and opened it. "Now, for heaven's sake," she whispered, "look nonchalant. Pretend we were all in talking to Nessy, and that's all. Some of the kids might still be up. And Leda, when you come down to the john, make it subtle if anyone's there. Then we can go to the suite and talk."
Mother Nessy took Leda's arm before she left the room. "You promise me," she said, "you promise me that if that girl gives
any
indication of acting up again, you'll just jump right out of that room and come down to me. I don't care
what
the hour is."
Leda said, "Don't worry, Nessy, and I promise."
The five girls climbed the main stairs slowly, Marsha attempting vaguely to whistle a bit from "On, Wisconsin.
* * *
It was taking Leda a long time. What could she say to them? Mitch was numb with torment, and the sheets on her bed were wrinkled and halfway off the mattress from her perpetual turning and moving as she waited. The ticking of the tin clock on the dresser sounded frantic and Mitch made the ticks come in three beats in her mind
—
Les-bi-an, Les-bi-an, tick-tick-tick.
Leda was one too. The thought foamed in Mitch's brain and hurt her. She did not know why she felt dirty when Leda told her that she was a Lesbian. She thought she should have felt happy and glad that they were two. But she did not want to be one. Abnormal.
From far off she could hear the sweet voices of a fraternity serenading a sorority house down the street
She turned the light on and looked at the face of the clock. It was eleven-thirty. Leda had been gone too long. She saw Leda's half-full package of cigarettes on the desk, and she took one from the pack and lit it. It tasted strong and sour and she squashed it in the ash tray and turned the light off again.
Tomorrow, she decided, she would move out of Tri Epsilon and into the dorm with Robin. If she and Leda weren't put out of the sorority, she would leave anyway. But she could not leave Leda. "I love Leda," she said softly to the darkness, "even though we're both that way. I wish she wasn't that way."
The dream came in a half fit of consciousness. Her mother was very beautiful, with black hair that came to her shoulders, and clear green eyes. Mitch loved her. She wore pants and shirts and combed her hair back, wet from her swim, and went to her mother with jewels and furs that she had stolen for her to have. Her mother smiled and accepted them. Mitch heard her say, "You'd better not steal all the time. I couldn't love a thief." She ran down a long alley to escape the police who were looking for her. It was late when she got back to the Tri Epsilon house and her mother was there with the police holding her arm. Her mother was laughing. She said, "You didn't know I was a thief too," and the policemen led her away. Diamonds were spilling out of her mother's pocket as she went down the steps with them.