I asked her whether she wanted something.
"No pills," she,said. "They make me sleep all the time."
"If I gave you uppers, it would make you climb the walls."
"Neat trick," she said.
"It's that strong. So do you want something to take your mind off the rain and these four ugly yellow walls?"
She shook her head. "I'm trying not to sleep."
"Why not?"
She just shook her head again. "Can't sleep. Can't let myself sleep too much."
I asked again.
"Because," she said, "I might not wake up." She said it rather sternly, and I knew I shouldn't ask anymore. She didn't often get impatient with me, but I knew this time I was coming perilously close to overstaying my welcome.
"Got to go," I said. "You will wake up." And then I left, and I didn't see her for a week, and to tell the truth I didn't think of her much that week, what with the rain and a suicide in Ford County that really got to me, since she was fairly young and had a lot to live for, in my opinion. She disagreed and won the argument the hard way.
Weekends I live in a trailer in Piedmont. I live alone. The place is spotlessly clean because cleaning is something I do religiously. Besides, I tell myself, I might want to bring a woman home with me one night. Some nights I even do, and some nights I even enjoy it, but I always get restless and irritable when they start trying to get me to change my work schedule, or take them along to the