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A Cabinet of Curiosity
Conjunctions
Edited by
Bradford Morrow
Contributing Editors
Diane Ackerman
Martine Bellen
Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
Mary Caponegro
Brian Evenson
Peter Gizzi
Robert Kelly
Ann Lauterbach
Norman Manea
Dinaw Mengestu
Rick Moody
Howard Norman
Karen Russell
Joanna Scott
David Shields
Peter Straub
John Edgar Wideman
A CABINET OF CURIOSITY
Edited by Bradford Morrow
EDITOR’S NOTE
Ann Beattie
The moment had come to see if it was true that Grumpa had a
collection of ties lined with pictures of what her brother called
“naughty ladies.” Her brother lived in Buffalo and had not
volunteered to have any involvement in cleaning up their
grandparents’ house. That had fallen to her and her husband. Only
three ties hung on a hook inside the wardrobe. She examined the
lining of the first. Weren’t the women supposed to be naked, even if
only from the waist up? Was Grumpa so lame that he was showing
his men friends a picture of a woman wearing a scarf wrapped
around her tits? Or a girl smiling over her bare shoulder from under
a sunhat? The third tie was lined with a drawing of a carved
pumpkin, smoking a pipe.
Her husband reached around her, opened the door of the
wardrobe, and fingered Grumpa’s polka-dot robe, his scuff slippers
barely visible on the dark floor beneath it, and a couple of poorly
hung, sagging sweaters. There were other clothes mashed together.
With one finger, she separated a striped shirt from a wrinkled vest
Grumpa had sometimes worn on holidays, his father’s watch fob
dangling an ornate, gold-filled watch, tucked inside a pocket.
In the secret shed—well; it was hardly a secret that the shed
stood at the back of the property under the maple tree that had
once been hit by lightning; only its contents were unknown because
of the padlock. She watched with little interest as the screws were
drilled out of the hinges. They fell on the ground as he walked off to
do the next chore.
Call me if you find a dead body, he said. Sure, she replied, she
certainly would. She stepped in. The shed was remarkably
uncluttered. There was a lawn mower. A bicycle entirely missing its
front tire, the back one deflated. A box. Inside the box, various
tools, some of them rusty. A barbecue fork. An old issue of Life
magazine with Richard Nixon on the cover. There was a dead body:
the rotted carcass of a squirrel, the tip of its tail still bushy, like a
groomed poodle.
Received information was that Grumpa had put the cash from the
sale of his business into his wife’s sewing basket, but that was not to
be found on any shelf, in the attic, in the shed, in the garage, or
anywhere else. In the garage, however, a cedar box was found,
unlocked. Inside was half a pack of Camels, a cork coaster imprinted
with the words Ben Bow, a splayed toothbrush with blackened
bristles that had been used for something other than brushing teeth,
Murine, a bottle of solidified glue, a white pill with no marking, and a
small calendar (1962) from a local gas station. Also a penny, a dime,
a tin soldier about the size of her husband’s thumbnail, and two
buttons.
The screwdriver was required to remove the latches on a wooden
box dragged out from under the bed. “Voilà!” he said, walking out.
She thought the box looked too rugged to contain, for example, her
grandmother’s wedding dress. It contained a quilt, log cabin pattern,
twin bed size, nice. There was also a second quilt, badly folded. That
one was not quite equal in size, but also intended for a twin bed.
There was a faint, very faint, scent of lavender that disappeared as
her nose pressed into the fabric.
Twenty minutes early, the man showed up who’d bought Grumpa’s
“antique” Ford truck and was having it hauled away. He stood
around, one hand jingling change in his pant pocket. The flatbed
arrived. Some twitchy guy loaded with chains jumped out. He and
his young helper, or son, or whatever he was underneath all those
tattoos, got the black truck onto the flatbed in no time, and just like
that, they were gone. The check had cleared the day before. The
man drove away in his Saab without even waving.
Brandon Hobson
The same encroaching spirit will lead them upon
other land of the Tsalagi.
—Chief Dragging Canoe, 1740–1792
COMPILER’S NOTE