An Upright Man
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In Girl Trouble, acclaimed writer Holly Goddard Jones examines small-town Southerners aching to be good, even as they live in doubt about what goodness is.
A high school basketball coach learns that his star player is pregnant--with his child. A lonely woman reflects on her failed marriage and the single act of violence, years buried, that brought about its destruction. In these eight beautifully written, achingly poignant, and occasionally heartbreaking stories, the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, love and violence is walked over and over again.
In "Good Girl," a depressed widower is forced to decide between the love of a good woman and the love of his own deeply flawed son. In another part of town and another time, thirteen-year-old Ellen, the central figure of "Theory of Realty," is discovering the menaces of being "at that age": too old for the dolls of her girlhood, too young to understand the weaknesses of the adults who surround her. The linked stories "Parts" and "Proof of God" offer distinct but equally correct versions of a brutal crime--one from the perspective of the victim's mother, one from the killer's.
Written with extraordinary empathy and maturity, and with the breadth and complexity of a novel, Jones's stories shed light on the darkness of the human condition.
Holly Goddard Jones
Holly Goddard Jones's stories have appeared in New Stories from the South, Best American Mystery Stories, and various literary journals. She is an assistant professor at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro and the winner of a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers' Award.
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An Upright Man - Holly Goddard Jones
An Upright Man
a story from Girl Trouble
Holly Goddard Jones
logo.jpgFor Brandon and my father:
two good men
Women are never virgins. Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature.
—William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
• Contents •
An Upright Man
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
• An Upright Man •
1.
I met Robbie McCaslin the summer after we graduated from high school, me from city, Robbie from county. I say met, though I’d known of Robbie for a while. How could I not? He was six-six and he probably weighed close to two-eighty, had a mass of auburn hair and a full red beard that made him look like a lumberjack. He was known throughout Logan County as two things: a hell of a nice guy if you were on good terms with him—a big softy, really, who might clap your back too hard if he’d been drinking but was harmless otherwise; or a monster, a senseless idiot who turned mean on a dime and would thrash anyone who looked at him funny. I was never sure which was true—or if both were true—so all through school I kept my distance.
Roma, Kentucky, was one of those towns that was so small and useless that its teenagers had to make up phony rivalries just to have something to do. During the school year county kids would hang out at the Hardee’s on Friday and Saturday nights, while city kids (though calling Roma a city always struck me as a bit optimistic) set up house at the McDonald’s across the road. There was some fraternizing, of course, but maintaining an appearance of separation was important. They’d call us snobs and queers and wiggers, and in turn we’d call them rednecks and hillbillies and retards. None of which made any sense, considering some of the richest kids in the area went to county and had daddies who farmed tobacco, while a lot of us city kids—me included—were shouting distance from the housing projects. Also, city girls were the world’s worst about getting knocked up, then giving their kids names like Kennedy or Madison or Jefferson, as if those babies were destined to live in a fancy house in Dellview and not in the projects or one of those tumbledown rentals out by the sewing factory.
What happened is this: Robbie and I ended up out at Spector Plastics on the same paint crew, a temporary summer gig that paid well—six-fifty an hour—and was pretty miserable. We’d put in nine-hour days painting all of the interior walls of the plant a flat, ugly gray, sweating buckets in 100-degree heat, and I would go home every night nauseous from the fumes and aching, really sore, for the first time in my life. There were seven people on the crew, and just like high school, there was a pretty clear divide between us. Three of us were going to college in the fall. I had a full ride to Western Kentucky University, which was the default for any RHS student with no money or no special aspirations, but still a lot better than rotting away in Roma for the rest of my life. The rest of the painters, including Robbie, were hoping to transition at the end of the summer from temp crew to permanent positions. Every day I looked down from the scaffolding Robbie and I shared and watched as dull-eyed men and women filled molds, popped parts out of trays, counted and sorted. My dad worked down the road at another factory, Price Electrics, and I knew what this kind of work did to you after a while. I knew what Robbie didn’t seem to: that nine dollars an hour sounds like a lot when you first get on, but you’re not making much more than that when you retire forty years later, when you leave with a broken-down body and a broken-down spirit and a broken-down version of the Chevy truck you bought when you were still young and wifeless and flush with cash. My dad left Price a few days before my graduation ceremony, but not voluntarily; he had a heart attack and collapsed, and they carried him out on a stretcher.
Robbie didn’t get it. He was saving everything he made on paint crew—hoping to trade his truck in for a Harley-Davidson that a guy he knew was selling cheap—and he couldn’t see much beyond that, couldn’t imagine a life like my dad was now leading: sitting at home alone, broke, putting together puzzles and taking walks and waiting for the doctor’s okay to return to the job that had crippled him in the first place. Me, though—I wanted out of Roma more than I’d ever wanted anything. I thought that I was better than guys like Robbie, better than my own father. I was eighteen years old. I was a fool.
No, Robbie and I shouldn’t have gotten along, much less become friends. Robbie was large and muscular and handsome. His favorite activity outside of drinking was working out, and he had his routine down to such a pattern, such a science, that I couldn’t help being impressed and a little surprised. The LCHS football coach had begged him to play all through school, Robbie told me, but Robbie was never interested. He was committed to the human body, though. He knew his muscles and the exercises necessary to build and tone them. He knew nutrition, which foods to eat when he was training, which ones to eat when he needed to lose a few pounds. He drank protein shakes in the morning and alcohol at night, and he filled the middle hours with chicken breasts and green salads. He was more disciplined than most athletes, but training for nothing.
And me? I was small, sure—anyone looked small next to Robbie—and about as average as a teenage guy can be. Brown hair and eyes. Fairly straight teeth, which was a