Too Much Happiness

an egg and put ketchup on it. Would you like that? I have some English muffins I could toast.”
    “English, Irish, Yukoranian, I don’t care.”
    She cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, broke up the yolks, and stirred them all together with a cooking fork, then sliced a muffin and put it into the toaster. She got a plate from the cupboard, set it down in front of him. Then a knife and fork from the cutlery drawer.
    “Pretty plate,” he said, holding it up as if to see his face in it. Just as she turned her attention to the eggs she heard it smash on the floor.
    “Oh mercy me,” he said in a new voice, a squeaky and definitely nasty voice. “Look what I gone and done now.”
    “It’s all right,” she said, knowing now that nothing was.
    “Musta slipped through my fingers.”
    She got down another plate, set it on the counter until she was ready to put the toasted muffin halves and then eggs smeared with ketchup on top of it.
    He had stooped down, meanwhile, to gather up the pieces of broken china. He held up one piece that had broken so that it had a sharp point to it. As she set his meal down on the table he scraped the point lightly down his bare forearm. Tiny beads of blood appeared, at first separate, then joining to form a string.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s just a joke. I know how to do it for a joke. If I’d of wanted to be serious we wouldn’t of needed no ketchup, eh?”
    There were still some pieces on the floor that he had missed. She turned away, thinking to get the broom, which was in a closet near the back door. He caught her arm in a flash.
    “You sit down. You sit right here while I’m eating.” He lifted the bloodied arm to show it to her again. Then he made an egg-burger out of the muffin and the eggs and ate it in a very few bites. He chewed with his mouth open. The kettle was boiling. “Tea bag in the cup?” he said.
    “Yes. It’s loose tea actually.”
    “Don’t you move. I don’t want you near that kettle, do I?”
    He poured boiling water into the cup.
    “Looks like hay. Is that all you got?”
    “I’m sorry. Yes.”
    “Don’t go on saying you’re sorry. If it’s all you got it’s all you got. You never did think I come here to look at the fuse box, did you?”
    “Well yes,” Nita said. “I did.”
    “You don’t now.”
    “No.”
    “You scared?”
    She chose to consider this not as a taunt but as a serious question.
    “I don’t know. I’m more startled than scared, I guess. I don’t know.”
    “One thing. One thing you don’t need to be scared of. I’m not going to rape you.”
    “I hardly thought so.”
    “You can’t never be too sure.” He took a sip of the tea and made a face. “Just because you’re an old lady. There’s all kinds out there, they’ll do it to anything. Babies or dogs and cats or old ladies. Old men. They’re not fussy. Well I am. I’m not interested in getting it any way but normal and with some nice lady I like and what likes me. So rest assured.”
    Nita said, “I am. But thank you for telling me.”
    He shrugged, but seemed pleased with himself.
    “That your car out front?”
    “My husband’s car.”
    “Husband? Where’s he?”
    “He’s dead. I don’t drive. I mean to sell it, but I haven’t yet.”
    What a fool, what a fool she was to tell him that.
    “Two thousand four?”
    “I think so. Yes.”
    “For a minute I thought you were going to trick me with the husband stuff. Wouldn’t of worked, though. I can smell it if a woman’s on her own. I know it the minute I walk in a house. Minute she opens the door. Instinct. So it runs okay? You know the last day he drove it?”
    “The seventeenth of June. The day he died.”
    “Got any gas in it?”
    “I would think so.”
    “Nice if he filled it up right before. You got the keys?”
    “Not on me. I know where they are.”
    “Okay.” He pushed his chair back, hitting one of the pieces of crockery. He stood up, shook his head in some kind of surprise, sat down again.
    “I’m wiped. Gotta sit a minute. I thought it’d be better when I’d ate. I was just making that up about being a diabetic.”
    She pushed her chair and he jumped.
    “You stay where you are. I’m not that wiped I couldn’t grab you. It’s only I walked all night.”
    “I was just going to get the keys.”
    “You wait till I say. I walked the railway track. Never seen a train. I walked all the way to here and never seen a train.”
    “There’s hardly ever a