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he time。'
'Fucking…A they do。' He had gone back to his bills and was bent so far over the pocket calculator that his nose was almost touching the keys。 But Jack thought he was listening all the same。
'Well； my dad went out to Chicago and he got a job in a plant out there；' Jack said。 'He writes to me just about every week； I guess； but he quit ing back last year； when Aubrey beat him up。 Aubrey's…'
'Your stepfather；' Updike said； and for just a moment Jack's eyes narrowed and his original distrust came back。 There was no sympathy in Updike's voice。 Instead； Updike seemed almost to be laughing at him； as if he knew the whole tale was nothing but a great big swatch of whole cloth。
'Yeah；' he said。 'My mom married him a year and a half ago。 He beats on me a lot。'
'Sad； Jack。 Very sad。' Now Updike did look up； his eyes sardonic and unbelieving。 'So now you're off to Shytown； where you and Dads will live happily ever after。'
'Well； I hope so；' Jack said； and he had a sudden inspiration。 'All I know is that my real dad never hung me up by the neck in my closet。' He pulled down the neck of his T…shirt； baring the mark there。 It was fading now； during his stint at the Golden Spoon it had still been a vivid； ugly red…purple…like a brand。 But at the Golden Spoon he'd never had occasion to uncover it。 It was； of course； the mark left by the root that had nearly choked the life from him in that other world。
He was gratified to see Smokey Updike's eyes widen in surprise and what might almost have been shock。 He leaned forward； scattering some of his pink and yellow pages。 'Holy Jesus； kid；' he said。 'Your stepfather did that？'
'That's when I decided I had to split。'
'Is he going to show up here； looking for his car or his motorcycle or his wallet or his fucking dope…stash？' Jack shook his head。
Smokey looked at Jack for a moment longer； and then pushed the OFF button on the calculator。 'e on back to the storeroom with me； kid；' he said。
'Why？'
'I want to see if you can really rock one of those kegs up on its side。 If you can run me out a keg when I need one； you can have the job。'
4
Jack demonstrated to Smokey Updike's satisfaction that he could get one of the big aluminum kegs up on its rim and walk it forward just enough to get it on the foot of the dolly。 He even made it look fairly easy…dropping a keg and getting punched in the nose was still a day away。
'Well； that ain't too bad；' Updike said。 'You ain't big enough for the job and you'll probably give yourself a fucking rupture； but that's your nevermind。'
He told Jack he could start at noon and work through until one in the morning （'For as long as you can hack it； anyway'）。 Jack would be paid； Updike said； at closing time each night。 Cash on the nail。
They went back out front and there was Lori； dressed in dark blue basketball shorts so brief that the edges of her rayon panties showed； and a sleeveless blouse that had almost surely e from Mammoth Mart in Batavia。 Her thin blond hair was held back with plastic barrettes and she was smoking a Pall Mall； its end wet and heavily marked with lipstick。 A large silver crucifix dangled between her breasts。
'This is Jack；' Smokey said。 'You can take the Help Wanted sign out of the window。'
'Run； kid；' Lori said。 'There's still time。'
'Shut the fuck up。'
'Make me。'
Updike slapped her butt； not in a loving way but hard enough to send her against the padded edge of the bar。 Jack blinked and thought of the sound Osmond's whip had made。
'Big man；' Lori said。 Her eyes brimmed with tears 。 。 。 and yet they also looked contented； as if this was just the way things were supposed to be。
Jack's earlier unease was now clearer； sharper 。 。 。 now it was almost fright。
'Don't let us get on your case； kid；' Lori said； headed past him to the sign in the window。 'You'll be okay。'
'Name's Jack； not kid；' Smokey said。 He had gone back to the booth where he had 'interviewed' Jack and began gathering up his bills。 'A kid's a fucking baby goat。 Didn't they teach you that in school？ Make the kid a couple of burgers。 He's got to go to work at noon。'
She got the HELP WANTED sign out of the window and put it behind the jukebox with the air of one who has done this a good many times before。 Passing Jack； she winked at him。
The telephone rang。
All three of them looked toward it； startled by its abrupt shrilling。 To Jack it looked for a moment like a black slug stuck to the wall。 It was an odd moment； almost timeless。 He had time to notice how pale Lori was…the only color in her cheeks came from the reddish pocks of her fading adolescent acne。 He had time to study the cruel； rather secretive planes of Smokey Updike's face and to see the way the veins stood out on the man's long hands。 Time to see the yellowed sign over the phone reading PLEASE LIMIT YOUR CALLS TO THREE MINUTES。
The phone rang and rang in the silence。
Jack thought； suddenly terrified： It's for me。 Long distance 。 。 。 long； LONG distance。
'Answer that； Lori；' Updike said； 'what are you； simple？' Lori went to the phone。
'Oatley Tap；' she said in a trembling； faint voice。 She listened。 'Hello？ Hello？ 。 。 。 Oh； fuck off。'
She hung up with a bang。
'No one there。 Kids。 Sometimes they want to know if we got Prince Albert in a can。 How do you like your burgers； kid？'
'Jack！' Updike roared。
'Jack； okay； okay； Jack。 How do you like your burgers； Jack？'
Jack told her and they came medium； just right； hot with brown mustard and Bermuda onions。 He gobbled them and drank a glass of milk。 His unease abated with his hunger。 Kids； as she had said。 Still； his eyes drifted back to the phone every once in a while； and he wondered。
5
Four o'clock came； and as if the Tap's total emptiness had been only a clever piece of stage setting to lure him in…like the pitcher plant with its innocent look and its tasty smell…the door opened and nearly a dozen men in work…clothes came sauntering in。 Lori plugged in the juke； the pinball machine； and Space Invaders game。 Several of the men bellowed greetings at Smokey； who grinned his narrow grin； exposing the big set of mail…order dentures。 Most ordered beer。 Two or three ordered Black Russians。 One of them…a member of the Fair Weather Club； Jack was almost sure…dropped quarters into the jukebox； summoning up the voices of Mickey Gilley； Eddie Rabbit； Waylon Jennings； others。 Smokey told him to get the mop…bucket and squeegee out of the storeroom and swab down the dancefloor in front of the bandstand； which waited； deserted； for Friday night and The Genny Valley Boys。 He told Jack when it was dry he wanted him to put the Pledge right to it。 'You'll know it's done when you can see your own face grinnin up at you；' Smokey said。
6
So his time of service at Updike's Oatley Tap began。
We get pretty busy by four； five o'clock。
Well； he couldn't very well say that Smokey had lied to him。 Up until the very moment Jack pushed away his plate and began making his wage； the Tap had been deserted。 But by six o'clock there were maybe fifty people in the Tap；