Dave's World; Alice's world
Dave Powell's world was not Alice Caulkins' world. Even Dave’s wife Gail often said, “Hello! Dave! The real world, please. Where are you?” But Alice Caulkins understood the real world. That's why she had bought this property on the shore of Echo Lake. Her parents had owned a summerhouse not far up the road. Alice had dreamed of owning a similar house. She was at the same time fulfilling a childhood dream as becoming a woman of property.
Alice and her husband Charlie had been lucky in their lives. He had made good money in the car business. Charlie knew a thing or two. But Dave Powell knew Joe Noyse and Jim Willis. Dave stayed up all night with the mad.
According to Dave Joe was less crazy than Jim. Joe bit and scratched, while Jim preferred hitting. But their usual natures were to act good. Dave was perplexed about what they expected to accomplish when they fought. Though not exactly mute, neither of them could speak very well. But the normal peoples' world involved sturm und drang, why shouldn't the crazy peoples' world?
Most of the time Joe and Jim, both handsome young men, just acted peculiar. Dave loved to take them out to show them off to the normal world. If the boys expected something good to happen to them, Dave thought that they acted better. Dave would take them to Walmart or the mall or to the beach or the zoo. On a nice day he liked to take them to the beach. Dave had never seen anyone act mean toward them. Dave was convinced that the boys had a lot to offer the world.
Dave was working that Sunday with Tonya West. Tonya, a very pretty young woman, wore a thong under tight jeans. Her eyes were a perfectly clear blue azure, the color of the sky around mountains on a clear, cold day. Sometimes she looked upwards and her eyes iced over, as if she were wearing contacts, and the light was crossing over the contacts. But she didn't wear contacts. Her life was mixed up. She dreamed about Victoria's Secret underwear, tattoos and piercings, but never got any. Dave thought that she must have too many boyfriends. In Dave's world people hauled out the heavy emotional iron because they possessed too much of a thing that they might be better off with just a little of.
On this day in early August, high puffy clouds floated across a spacious blue vault, and the mild wind was pleasing, and the sunlight seemed to pour into you. The woods around Joe and Jim’s house on the Bellville Ridge Road that morning was sun splashed and pristine. The boys ran outside before breakfast and stood barefoot in the dew. They rolled their eyeballs as if wondering what could be happening. Dave thought they might be sick.
After breakfast Dave debated out loud whether the boys might like to go to the beach today. They jumped into their swimsuits and then they were waiting patiently beside the van while Dave and Tonya packed up meds and the lunches.
But where were the passes into Bean River, the state park they usually went to. The house manager told Tonya on the phone that the passes must be in the top drawer of her desk. Tonya told Dave she must be in bed with somebody doing something. Dave had an idea of another place to go. But they were supposed to have a pass to Bean River.
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