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gain the room turned blue…white； again； just overhead； there came the ear…splitting crack of the explosion； but this time the crack widened and racketed to and fro in a furious cannonade that set the cups and glasses rattling behind the bar and made the woodwork creak with the pressure of the sound…waves。
My legs felt weak； and I faltered to the nearest chair and sat down； my head in my hands。 How could I have been so foolish； so…so impudent？ If only someone would e； someone to stay with me； someone to tell me that this was only a storm！ But it wasn't！ It was catastrophe； the end of the world！ And all aimed at me！ Now！ It would be ing again！ Any minute now！ I must do something； get help！ But the Phanceys had paid off the telephone pany； and the service had been disconnected。 There was only one hope！ I got up and ran to the door； reaching up for the big switch that controlled the VACANCY/NO VACANCY sign in red neon above the threshold。 If I put it to VACANCY； there might be someone driving down the road。 Someone who would be glad of shelter。 But； as I pulled the switch； the lightning that had been watching me crackled viciously in the room； and； as the thunder crashed； I was seized by a giant hand and hurled to the floor。
Two： Dear Dead Days
WHEN I came to； I at once knew where I was and what had happened and I cringed closer to the floor； waiting to be hit again。 I stayed like that for about ten minutes； listening to the roar of the rain； wondering if the electric shock had done me permanent damage； burned me； inside perhaps； making me unable to have babies； or turned my hair white。 Perhaps all my hair had been burned off！ I moved a hand to it。 It felt all right； though there was a bump at the back of my head。 Gingerly I moved。 Nothing was broken。 There was no harm。 And then the big General Electric icebox in the corner burst into life and began its cheerful domestic throbbing； and I realized that the world was still going on and that the thunder had gone away； and I got rather weakly to my feet and looked about me； expecting I don't know what scene of chaos and destruction。 But there it all was； just as I had 〃left〃 it…the important…looking reception desk； the wire rack of paperbacks and magazines； the long counter of the cafeteria； the dozen neat tables with rainbow…hued plastic tops and unfortable little metal chairs； the big ice…water container and the gleaming coffee percolator…everything in its place； just as ordinary as could be。 There was only the hole in the window and a spreading pool of water on the floor as evidence of the holocaust through which this room and I had just passed。 Holocaust？ What was I talking about？ The only holocaust had been in my head！ There was a storm。 There had been thunder and lightning。 I had been terrified； like a child； by the big bangs。 Like an idiot I had taken hold of the electric switch…not even waiting for the pause between lightning flashes； but choosing just the moment when another flash was due。 It had knocked me out。 I had been punished with a bump on the head。 Served me right； stupid； ignorant scaredy cat！ But wait a minute！ Perhaps my hair had turned white！ I walked； rather fast； across the room； picked up my bag from the desk； and went behind the bar of the cafeteria and bent down and looked into the long piece of mirror below the shelves。 I looked first inquiringly into my eyes。 They gazed back at me； blue； clear； but wide with surmise。 The lashes were there and the eyebrows； brown； an expanse of inquiring forehead and then； yes； the sharp； brown peak and the tumble of perfectly ordinary very dark brown hair curving away to right and left in two big waves。 So！ I took out my b and ran it brusquely； angrily through my hair； put the b back in my bag； and snapped the clasp。
My watch said it was nearly seven o'clock。 I switched on the radio； and while I listened to WOKO frightening its audience about the storm…power lines down； the Hudson River rising dangerously at Glens Falls； a fallen elm blocking Route 9 at Saratoga Springs； flood warning at Mechanicville…I strapped a bit of cardboard over the broken windowpane with Scotch tape and got a cloth and bucket and mopped up the pool of water on the floor。 Then I ran across the short covered way to the cabins out back and went into mine； Number 9 on the right…hand side toward the lake； and took off my clothes and had a cold shower。 My white Terylene shirt was smudged from the fall； and I washed it and hung it up to dry。
I had already forgotten my chastisement by the storm and the fact that I had behaved like a silly goose； and my heart was singing again with the prospect of my solitary evening and of being on my way the next day。 On an impulse； I put on the best I had in my tiny wardrobe…my black velvet toreador pants with the rather indecent gold zip down the seat； itself most unchastely tight； and； not bothering with a bra； my golden thread Camelot sweater with the wide floppy turtleneck。 I admired myself in the mirror； decided to pull my sleeves up above the elbows； slipped my feet into my gold Ferragamo sandals； and did the quick dash back to the lobby。 There was just one good drink left in the quart of Virginia Gentleman bourbon that had already lasted me two weeks； and I filled one of the best cut…glass tumblers with ice cubes and poured the bourbon over them； shaking the bottle to get out the last drop。 Then I pulled the most fortable armchair over from the reception side of the room to stand beside the radio； turned the radio up； lit a Parliament from the last five in my box； took a stiff pull at my drink； and curled myself into the armchair。
The mercial； all about cats and how they loved Pussyfoot Prime Liver Meal； lilted on against the steady roar of the rain； whose tone only altered when a particularly heavy gust of wind hurled the water like grapeshot at the windows and softly shook the building。 Inside； it was just as I had visualized…weatherproof； cozy； and gay and glittering with lights and chromium。 WOKO announced forty minutes of 〃Music to Kiss By〃 and suddenly there were the Ink Spots singing 〃Someone's Rockin' My Dream Boat；〃 and I was back on the River Thames and it was five summers ago and we were drifting down past Kings Eyot in a punt and there was Windsor Castle in the distance and Derek was paddling while I worked the portable。 We only had ten records； but whenever it came to be the turn of the Ink Spots' L。P。 and the record got to 〃Dream Boat；〃 Derek would always plead； 〃Play it again； Viv；〃 and I would have to go down on my knees and find the place with the needle。
So now my eyes filled with tears…not because of Derek； but because of the sweet pain of boy and girl and sunshine and first love with its tunes and snapshots and letters 〃Sealed With A Loving Kiss。〃 They were tears of sentiment for lost childhood； and of self…pity for the pain that had been its winding sheet； and I let two tears roll down my cheeks before I brushed them away and decided to have a short orgy of remembering。
My name is Vivienne Michel and； at the time I was sitting in the Dreamy Pines motel and remembering； I was twenty…three。 I am five feet six； and I always thought I had a good figure until the English