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Part VIII.VOICES CARRY
Released 1985
Reached no. 8 on Billboard Hot 100 on July 13, 1985
Spent 21 weeks on Billboard Hot 100
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SECURITY AT THE GREENVILLE FACILITY stricter than at Sussex, with checkpoint after checkpoint, search after search. That was to be expected, Eliza supposed, when someone was visiting a place known as the Death House.
But the building itself was a stark contrast to the grimly named facility, a small jailhouse, with a deputy at a desk and just one cell.
“It’s like the old Andy Griffith Show,”
Eliza said, standing at her taped mark, her eyes fixed on it, not ready to look at the man in the cell. “Where they locked up Otis, the town drunk.”
“If Otis was going to die,” Walter said, his voice pleasant. “If you look to the side, you can see the death chamber.”
She looked to the side. Then-and only then-she looked directly at Walter. Although still quite trim, he was larger than Eliza had expected. Larger and younger. A slight man, he had been obsessed with his height, insisting that he was five nine, when it seemed apparent to five-four Elizabeth that he couldn’t possibly be more than two inches taller than she. Once, Eliza remembered, he had spent a long time studying a catalog photograph of shoes with Cuban heels and asked her what she thought of them. By then, she had spent enough time in his company to know how to disagree with him without seeming to. She told him the shoes were great (they were hideous) but too stylish, so trendy that they would go out of fashion long before he got much wear out of them. Men’s shoes were well made, she told him, parroting something she had heard her father say, choking a little bit at the memory. A man had to buy shoes that endured. Walter and Elizabeth had similar conversations about a cologne he thought would make him irresistible, and whether he should wear a T-shirt and white blazer like Don Johnson on Miami Vice. “Not after Labor Day,” she had advised, wondering if she would be with him when Memorial Day arrived and he once again petitioned for permission to wear linen pants and loafers without socks. He had been a small man and now he seemed to loom above her, despite the chunky heels on her boots. Did adults grow? Had he learned to stand straighter? Or was she drooping in his presence, burrowing into herself?
As for his face-lack of sunlight had its advantages. Walter was pale and remarkably unlined, his green eyes vivid. He had also always insisted, to the point of being boring on the subject, that he was a good-looking man. He wasn’t wrong. Yet he wasn’t right, either. He should have been good-looking. But there was something that caught at the corner of the eye, even when she was fifteen. Not like me, her mind had registered. Not someone I would know.
But then-Holly had made the same judgment about her.
“Hello, Walter,” she said, although she had said it once already, upon entering. “This is my sister.”
Vo
“Hello, Yvo
Walter’s newfound sense of humor. The deputy also was a broad-shouldered African-American and insanely tall, at least a foot taller than Elizabeth.
“We’ve met,” Deputy Walter said, his voice a honeyed drawl that also would have been at home in Andy Griffith’s Mayberry, if Andy Griffith’s Mayberry had been the kind of place that employed towering African-American deputies.
“Would you like a chair?” Walter, the original Walter, asked.
“No, that’s okay.”
“This may take a while.”
“You’re standing.”
“That’s because I can’t pull a chair up to the bars. If I could, I would. But there’s no reason for us both to be uncomfortable.”
There’s not a chair in the world that could make me comfortable right now.
“I’m fine.” She watched Vo
“You look wonderful, Elizabeth.” Her full name hurt in Walter’s mouth. “But then-I saw your photo, I knew how you’d look. How do I look?”
“Well,” she said. He wanted more. “Fit.”
“I’m only forty-six. It’s hard for us to get exercise, but you’d be surprised what you can do in a cell, with no equipment but your own body. Barbara got me into yoga. I’m not much on flexibility, but my strength-I’ll show you.” To Eliza’s surprise-and apparently to the deputy’s consternation, as the man seemed to tense all over-Walter put his palms on the floor and then leaned forward until his knees rested against his elbows, his feet up in the air, his entire weight balanced on his arms.
“The crow,” he said, holding the position nonchalantly. “Hey, do you root for the Ravens or the Redskins?”
“What?”
“I mean, I know you grew up in Baltimore and its environs”-environs-“but now you live in the D.C. area, so it just popped into my head, which football team do you choose?”
“Walter, I don’t think this is an occasion for small talk.”
“Oh, so it’s going to be like that?” Standing up, dusting off his palms, but not particularly offended as far as she could tell. Relieved, almost playful. “Okay, but before we cut to the chase, as people say, there is something else we have to talk about first. The night that Holly died. And what happened after.”
She looked at the deputy, who had the good grace to try and pretend that none of this was happening, that he was watching them because it was his duty, yet unengaged. “I-” She looked at Vo
“Hey, Walter?” That was Walter behind bars, talking to Walter at the desk.
“Yes, Walter?”
“Do you need to hear what we’re going to talk about?”
“I need to watch. You know that. I have to watch.”
“Watching’s okay. Do you have to hear?”
The deputy thought for a moment, nodded, took an MP3 player from his desk drawer, and plugged in the earbuds. Eliza couldn’t identify the music, but she could tell it was loud, loud enough so she could hear a ti
“Tit for tat,” Walter said, inclining his head toward Vo
“But-?”
“Just us. That’s no
The two sisters exchanged glances, but it was hopeless. Vo
“Hush, hush,” Walter said. When she looked at him, stony-faced, he added: “It was a joke, Elizabeth. Remember how much you liked that song?”
“I did. I liked a lot of songs that summer. I don’t like them now.”
“I ruined them, I guess.”
She selected her words with care. “When you hear a song, it’s natural to remember where you were when it was popular.”