Chapter 2 Why don't you do a dance?

In the kitchen, he poured himself another glass of wine and looked at the bedroom furniture in the front yard.The mattress cover had been stripped off, and the striped sheet lay beside two pillows on the dresser.Other than that, everything else was exactly the same as in the bedroom—the bedside table and lamp on his side, and the bedside table and lamp on hers. His side, her side. He thought about it as he sipped his whiskey. A dresser stood a few feet from the foot of the bed.He had emptied the contents of the drawers that morning into the cardboard boxes that lay in the living room.Next to the dresser was a portable heater.At the foot of the bed is a wicker chair with decorative pillows.Polished aluminum cookware takes up part of the driveway.The table was covered with a yellow muslin tablecloth (a gift) which was very large and fell down the sides of the table.On the table was a pot of ferns, a box of knives and forks, and a record player (also a gift).A large floor-standing TV is placed on top of the coffee table, and a sofa, a chair and a floor lamp are placed a few feet away from it.The writing desk was propped against the garage door, with some kitchen appliances, a wall clock, and two framed pictures on it.There was also a cardboard box in the driveway containing coffee mugs, glasses and plates, each wrapped in newspaper.That morning, he emptied out the closets and moved everything out of the house except for the three cardboard boxes in the living room.He pulled out an extension cord and hooked up everything.Everything works just as it does inside the house.

Every now and then a car would slow down and someone would take a look.But no one stopped. He suddenly felt that if he did not stop. "It must be selling second-hand goods," the girl said to the boy. Girl and boy are furnishing a small apartment. "See how much the bed costs," said the girl. "And the TV," the boy said. The boy turned into the driveway and pulled over by the dining table. They get out of the car to check things.The girl touched the muslin tablecloth, the boy plugged in the blender and turned the knob to the 'shredding' setting, The girl picked up a clay pot, and the boy turned on the TV and tuned it a little.

He sat on the sofa and looked up.He lit a cigarette, looked around, and flicked the match into the grass. The girl sat on the bed, she took off her shoes and lay down.She thought she saw a star. "Come here, Jack, try this bed. Get a pillow," she said. "How?" he said. "Come and try," she said. He looked around and saw that the house was pitch black. "I think it's kind of weird," he said. "Better see if anyone is home." She bounced on the bed. "Try it first," she said. He lay down on the bed and put a pillow under his head.

"How do you feel?" she said. "It's solid," he said. She turned sideways and put her hands on his face. "Kiss me," she said. "Let's get up," he said. "Kiss me," she said. She closed her eyes and hugged him. "I'm going to see if anyone is home," he said. But he just sat up and stayed where he was, making it look like he was watching TV. The lights of the neighbors on the street were turned on. "Would it be a little funny, if..." the girl giggled before she finished speaking. The boy laughed, but without knowing why, he turned on the lamp.

The girl shooed away a mosquito, and the boy stood up and stuffed his shirt. "I'm going to see if anyone is home," he said. "Not like anyone. But if there is one, I'll ask the price." "Chop off ten bucks, whatever they want. That's the right idea," she said. "Besides, they must be in a hurry or something." "Nice TV," the boy said. "Ask how much they want," said the girl. A man walks down the sidewalk with a supermarket shopping bag.He bought sandwiches, beer and whiskey.He saw the car parked in the driveway and the girl on the bed.He saw the TV turned on and the boy on the balcony.

"Hey," the man said to the girl. "You found the bed. Good." "Hey," said the girl, standing up. "I just tried." She patted the bed. "Nice bed." "It's a good bed," said the man, and he put down the bag and got out the beer and whiskey. "We thought nobody was here," the boy said. "We're interested in this bed, and maybe this TV. And maybe this writing desk. How much do you want the bed for?" "I was going to sell it for fifty dollars," the man said. "Would you like forty dollars?" the girl asked.

"Forty is forty," the man said. He took a glass out of the carton and removed the newspaper wrapping it.He unsealed the whiskey bottle. "Where's the TV?" the boy said. "twenty five." "Fifteen would you like?" "Fifteen is fine. Fifteen I will," the man said. The girl looks at the boy. "If you want a drink, kids," the man said. "The glass is in the box. I have to sit down. I'm just sitting on the couch." The man sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and stared at the boy and the girl. The boy found two glasses and poured whiskey into them.

"Enough," said the girl. "I want to put some water in mine." She pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table. "There's water at the tap over there," the man said. "Turn on the tap." The boy came back with a whiskey and water.He coughed and sat down at the table.He grinned, but didn't drink. Man stares at TV.When he was done he poured another glass.He reached out to switch on the floor lamp.Just then his cigarette fell into the cushions of the sofa. The girl got up and helped him find the fallen cigarette. "What do you want?" the boy said to the girl.

The boy took out the checkbook and held it to his lips, as if thinking about something. "I want a desk," said the girl. "How much does the desk sell for?" The man waved his hand at this ridiculous question. "You name it," he said. He looked at them sitting at the table.Under the light, their faces looked a little strange.Whether it is good or evil, you can't see it at all. "I'm going to turn off the TV and put on a record," the man said. "That record player is also for sale. It's cheap. Let's make a price." He poured more whiskey and opened a bottle of beer.

"Shoot everything," the man said. The girl handed over the cup, and the man poured a little into it. "Thank you," she said. "It's very kind of you," she said. "It's a little over the top," the boy said. "I'm dizzy." He held up the glass and shook it gently. The man poured another glass after finishing his drink.Later he found the case of records. "Pick any one," the man said to the girl, handing her the box of records.The boy is writing a check. "Here," said the girl, who didn't recognize the names on the record label, and took one at random.She got up from the table and sat down again.She didn't want to sit still.

"I just write the amount," said the boy. "No problem," the man said. They listen to records and drink.Then the man changed the record. Why don't the kids do a dance?He was about to say that, and then he said, "Why don't you guys do a dance?" "I don't want to jump," said the boy. "Come on," the man said. "This is my yard. You can jump if you want." Arms crossed, bodies leaning together, boys and girls move up and down the driveway.They are dancing.When the piece was over, they danced to another piece, and when it was over, the boy said, "I'm drunk." The girl said, "You're not drunk." "Well, drunk," the boy said. The man turned the records over and the boy said, "I'm drunk." "Dance with me," the girl said first to the boy, then to the man, and when the man stood up, she walked towards him with her arms outstretched. "Those people over there, they're watching," she said. "Nothing," the man said. "This is my place," he said. "Let them see," said the girl. "That's right," the man said. "They think they've seen everything here. But they haven't seen this, have they?" he said. He felt her breath on his neck. "I hope you like your bed," he said. The girl closed her eyes first, then opened them again.She buried her face in the man's shoulder.She pulled the man closer. "You must be desperate or something," she said. A few weeks later, she said: "This guy looks middle-aged. All his stuff is out in the yard. I kid you not. We got drunk and danced. Right in the driveway. Oh my God Lah. Don't laugh. He played us records. Look at this record player. The old guy gave it to us. And These records.Do you want to see these crap? " She kept talking.She told everyone.There were actually more things in this incident, and she wanted to say them.After a while, she gave up.