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Rope
Katherine Anne Porter
On the third day after they moved to
the country he came walking back from the village
carrying
a
basket
of
groceries
and
a
twenty-four-yard
coil
of
rope.
She
came
out
to
meet
him,
wiping her hand on her green smock. Her
hair was tumbled, her nose was scarlet with
sunburn;
he told her that already she
looked like a born country woman. His gray flannel
skirt stuck to him,
his heavy shoes
were dusty. She assured him he looked like a rural
character in a play.
Had he brought the
coffee? She had been waiting all day long for
coffee. They had forgot it
when they
ordered at the store the first day.
Gosh, no, he
hadn
’
t. Lord, now
he
’
d have to go back. Yes,
he would if it killed him. He
thought,
he had everything else. She reminded him it was
only because he didn
’
t drink
coffee
himself. If he did he would
remember it quick enough. Suppose they ran out of
cigarettes? Then
she
saw
the
rope.
What
was
that
for?
Well,
he
thought
it
might
do
to
hang
clothes
on,
or
something.
Naturally she asked him if he thought they were
going to run a laundry? They already
had a fifty-foot line hanging right
before his eyes. Why, hadn
’
t
he noticed it, really? It was a blot
on
the landscape to her.
He thought there
were a lot of things a rope might come in handy
for. She wanted to know
what,
for
instance.
He
though
a
few
seconds,
but
nothing
occurred.
They
could
wait
and
see,
couldn
’
t they?
You need all sorts of strange odds and ends around
a place in the country. She
said, yes,
that was so; but she thought just at that time
when every penny counted, it seemed
funny to buy more rope. That was all.
She hadn
’
t meant anything
else. She hadn
’
t just seen,
not
at first, why he felt it was
necessary.
All there was to it. She
thought that was reason enough, and
couldn
’
t understand why he
hadn
’
t said so,
at first. Undoubtedly it would be useful, twenty-
four yards of rope, there were
hundreds
of
things,
she
couldn't
think
of
any
at
the
moment,
but
it
would
come
in
handy.
Of
course.
As he had said, things always did in the country.
But she was a little disappointed about
the coffee, and oh, look, look, look at the eggs!
Oh,
my, they're all running! What had
he put on top of them? Hadn't he known eggs
mustn
’
t be
squeezed? Squeezed, who had squeezed
them, he wanted to know. What a silly thing to
say. He
had simply brought them along
in the basket with the other things. If they got
broke it was the
grocer
’
s fault.
He should know better than to put heavy things on
top of eggs.
She believed it was the
rope. That was the heaviest thing in the pack, she
saw him plainly
when he came in from
the road, the rope was a big package on top of
everything. He desired the
whole world
to witness that this was not a fact. He had
carried the rope in one hand and the
basket in the other, and what was the
use of her having eyes if that was the best they
could do
for her?
Well,
anyhow,
she
could
see
one
thing
plain:
no
eggs
for
breakfast.
They
’
d
have
to
scramble
them now, for supper. It was too damned bad. She
had planned to have steak for supper.
No ice, meat wouldn't keep. He wanted
to know why she couldn't finish breaking the eggs
in a
bowl and set them in a cool place.
Cool place! If he could find one for
her, she
’
d be glad to set
them there. Well, then, it
seemed to
him they might very well cook the meat at the same
time they cooked the eggs and
then
warm
up
the
meat
for
tomorrow.
The
idea
simply
choked
her.
Warmed-over meat,
when
they might as well have had it fresh.
Second best and scraps and makeshifts, even to the
meat!
He rubbed her shoulders a little.
It doesn't really matter so much, does it,
darling? Sometimes
when they were
playful, he would rub her shoulders and she would
arch and purr. This time she
hissed and
almost clawed. He was getting ready to say that
they could surely manage somehow
when
she turned on him and said, if he told her they
could manage somehow she would certainly
slap his face.
He swallowed
the words red hot, his face burned. He picked up
the rope and started to put
it
on
the
top
shelf.
She
would
not
have
it
on
the
top
shelf,
the
jars
and
tins
belonged
there;
positively she would
not have the top shelf cluttered up with a lot of
rope. She had borne all the
clutter she
meant to bear in the flat in town, there was space
here at least and she meant to keep
things in order.
Well, in
that case, he wanted to know what the hammer and
nails were doing up there?
And why had
she put them there when she knew very well he
needed that hammer and those
nails
upstairs to fix the window sashes? She simply
slowed down everything and made double
work on the place with her insane habit
of changing things around and hiding them.
She was sure she begged his pardon, and
if she had had any reason to believe he was going
to fix the sashes this summer she would
have left the hammer and nails right where he put
them;
in the middle of the bedroom
floor where they could step on them in the dark.
And now if he
didn't clear the whole
mess out of there she would throw them down the
hell.
Oh, all right, all
right
—
could he put them in
the closet? Naturally not, there were brooms
and mops and dustpans in the closet,
and why wouldn't he find a place for his rope
outside her
kitchen? Had he stopped to
consider there seven God-forsaken rooms in the
house, and only one
kitchen?
He
wanted
to
know
what
of
it?
And
did
she
realize
she
was
making
a
complete
fool
of
herself? And what did she take him for,
a three-year-old idiot? The whole trouble with her
was
she needed something weaker than
she was to heckle and tyrannize over. He wished to
God now
they had a couple of children
she could take it out on. Maybe
he
’
d get some rest.
Her
face
changed
at
this,
she
reminded
him
he
had
forgot
the
coffee
and
had
bought
a
worthless piece of rope. And when she
though of all the things they actually needed to
make the
place even decently fit to
live in, well she could cry, that was all. She
looked so forlorn, so lost and
despairing he couldn't believe it was
only a piece of rope that was causing all the
racket. What
was the matter, for
God
’
s sake?
Oh, would he please hush and go away,
and stay away, if he could, for five minutes? By
all
means, yes, he could.
He
’
d stay away indefinitely
if she wished. Lord, yes, there was nothing
he
’
d like better than to
clear out and never come back. She
could
’
t
for the life of her see what was
holding
him,
then.
It
was
a
swell
time.
Here
she
was,
stuck,
miles
from
a
railroad,
with
a
half-empty house on her
hands, and not a penny in her pocket, and
everything on earth to to; it
seemed
the God-sent moment for him to get out from under.
She was surprised he hadn't stayed
in
town as it was until she had come out and done the
work and got things straightened out. It
was his usual trick.
It appeared to him that this was going
a little far. Just a touch of out of bounds if she
didn't
mind him saying so. Why the hell
had he stayed in town the summer before? To do a
half-dozen
extra jobs to get the money
he had sent her. That was it. She knew perfectly
well they could
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