Thomas Pierce - Hall of Small Mammals: Stories

Mawmaws throwing the party, and her own son is three hours late. Already hes missed his cousins goshdern wedding ceremony and the grape-juice toasts and the cake-cutting, and now hes about to miss the couples mad dash to the car too. All the tables are decorated with white flowers in beakers, since the groom, new to the family, is a chemist for a textile company, and in the foyer shes put out enlarged photos from when the bride and groom were babies and total strangers to each other, and overall Mawmaw would give her reception an A-plus if not for this business with Tommy.

Tommy is supposed to be driving in from Atlanta, where he works as the host of a popular show called Back from Extinction. On each episode they actually bring back long-dead, forgotten creatures saber-toothed tigers, dodo birds, and all the rest. The show is a little controversial, but people seem to enjoy it. Tommy always looks so handsome in his khaki safari vest.

The happy couple is about to depart when the phone rings. One of the uncles holds it out the door saying its you-know-who on the line. Mawmaw swats it away, because she doesnt want to hear it. Not a word of it. Tommy is always full of excuses. She gives all the guests baggies of rice, and they go out front and shower the bride and groom with kernels as they dive into the back of a Plymouth decorated with shaving cream and condoms, and then theyre gone and the party is over, and Tommy has missed the entire thing.

Whats crystal clear is that he doesnt give two hoots about anyone but himself.

House empty again, Mawmaw steps onto the back porch to smoke a menthol and feel the cool night air on her freckled skin. The night air is a natural force, and natural forces help you remember how small you are, and when you remember how small you are in the Big Picture you see how silly it is to be upset at almost anything. Its a technique she picked up from a woman on television, and even though the woman was talking specifically about money trouble, Mawmaw finds it works in most situations. The technique helps you to remember that you have to surrender control to the universe. She can feel the breeze tickle her skin. She can recognize the breeze as a natural force much larger than her little old arthritic self. And she understands that one day who knows, maybe even tonight in her sleep she will die and enter Gods eternal golden Kingdom and feel His Love, and when that happens all her frustrations and concerns will be like dewdrops on the windshield of a fast-moving car, the glass streaked clean and clear of all blurriness. That thought is a true comfort to her, and shes close to letting go of her anger, but then she allows herself to picture Tommy with that boyish look on his face, the one he puts on when he pretends to have absolutely no idea why anyone could possibly be mad at him.

Mawmaw stubs her menthol out on the steps and goes inside to stack the dirty dishes and glasses. The real clean can wait for the morning. Upstairs, she changes into her nightgown and takes her pill. She is on the edge of sleep when she hears the truck in the driveway.

The porch lights hum with a new electricity. If the moon could radiate more light, it would. Tommy is home. She wants to sing. She wishes the party wasnt over, so everyone could see her son. When she greets him out front, he pulls her into a deep hug. You look thin, she says. How about some coconut shrimp or wedding cake? His eyes are bloodshot, his brown hair ruffled. Hes wearing suit pants and a white undershirt. She hasnt seen him in eight months and six days. Shes already forgiven him, already forgotten how mad she was an hour ago.

He pulls her into a short waltz across the asphalt. I promised you a dance, he says. Dont think I forgot.

Your uncle asked me if youd fallen in with the wrong sort of people, she says, teasing him. Thats code for drugs, in case youre wondering.

They stop dancing. Did you set him straight?

I wasnt sure what to tell him, she says, eyebrows arched, looking away but smiling. Sometimes she feels like a different person around Tommy carefree, lighthearted.

Well, Maw, Ive got a good reason for being late, he says, and pats his truck, which has a BACK FROM EXTINCTION magnetic decal on its door. Something I need to show you. Pour us both a drink and meet me around back.

She pours him some grapefruit juice in a tall Daffy Duck glass. Tommy comes into the house through the back door. She hands him the glass and he takes a swig, then looks at her, confused. He pulls a flask out of his pocket and tips it into Daffy Duck. Follow me, he says, and leads her into the backyard, both of them swatting their way through a veil of mosquitoes and moths attacking the overhead floodlight. There, in the freshly mowed grass, Tommy has something hidden under a quilt. Its moving.

What Im about to show you, he says, you cant tell a soul about it. If you did, it would be major trouble. Trouble with a capital T. He sips his drink and tugs the quilt away.

Mawmaw takes a step back. Shes looking at some kind of elephant. With hair.

Dont worry. Shes not dangerous, Tommy says. Bread Island Dwarf Mammoth. The last wild one lived about ten thousand years ago. Theyre the smallest mammoths that ever existed. Cute, isnt she?

The mammoth is waist-high, with a pelt of dirty-blond fur that hangs in tangled draggles to the dirt. Its tusks, white and pristine, curve out and up. The forehead is high and knobby and covered in a darker fur. The trunk probes the ground for God-knows-what and then curls back into itself like a jelly roll.

Whats a goshdern Bread Island Dwarf Whatever doing in my yard? Mawmaw asks.

Listen, Tommy says. This is very special. Other than the folks at work, youre the first modern human to ever lay eyes on such a creature. Her episode hasnt even aired yet. Go on, you can touch her. Shes friendly. Practically tame. Her names Shirley Temple.

Shirley Temple? Mawmaw asks. You cant name it that. Shirley Temple was Shirley Temple. She points to the dog pen, under which Shirley Temple the Great Dane is buried. The dog had tumors that couldnt be removed. The vet wanted to put her to sleep, but Mawmaw couldnt bear it. One night she left the pen open by mistake, and three days later she found the dog curled and cold under the porch.

All right, Tommy says. I meant it to be honorific. Call this one Shirley Temple Two, if youd like. He puts his hand on the mammoths tusk. Or maybe we should call her Shirley Temple the Third? Since, you know, technically, the first one was the Good Ship Lollipop Shirley Temple. This ones about as dangerous as the little girl.

He runs his hand along Shirley Temple Threes back. The mammoth looks up at him with dark, mysterious eyes. It doesnt seem to know what to do in this new setting.

Is it full-grown?

Thats what they tell me. Isnt she amazing?

Mawmaw nods because the mammoth really is a scientific miracle, a true marvel, but then again, its getting late. Shes been awake since four a.m., working on final preparations for the reception, and shes already taken her pill. The moonlight shines down on the three of them. They decide to keep Shirley Temple Three in the dog pen for the night.

Not all of Mawmaws friends like her sons show especially her friends at Gods Sacred Light. When the show debuted, she had not yet retired as the churchs financial administrator, and Pastor Frank pulled her into his small, warm office and asked if she was concerned about her son. She hadnt been until that moment. Pastor Frank knows everything there is to know about Mawmaw and Tommy. They joined the church two months after she gave birth. She wasnt married, because Tommys father was already married to someone else. Kyle Seevers was a CPA in another town and had given a talk in Mawmaws night class in business administration. Kyle couldnt leave his wife, but he was a real gentleman about all of it and mailed regular checks until the day he died of a heart attack. Mawmaw thought it best not to attend the funeral.