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by Nick Faber
Hank stood in front of in the bathroom mirror with the old, rust-tipped tweezers
wobbling less than an inch from his eye, held loosely in his spotted hand. His eyebrows
had been gradually making their way around his eyes for months, and this morning, the
hair had finally grown into a semi-circle that was so well defined that Hank couldn't go to
One by one, he plucked all of the extra hairs, along with some that weren't extra,
and by the end of it, his eyes, which were blurry with age anyway, were now blurry with
tears, and the skin around them was bright red, like someone had just sucker-punched
Hank carefully slid his arms into the brown leather jacket, which was cracked and
faded from fifty years of all-season wear. The sky was overcast and even a little foggy,
but Hank left the house wearing his big black sunglasses, the same knock-off Ray Ban's
The subway stop on Hank's street was outdoors, so he sat in the indoor lobby
where the air wasn't quite cold enough to make his knees ache, but was still cold enough
that he could see his breath. He didn't hear the high-pitch beeping that announced the
train's approach, so he didn't realize that the train was coming until it was pulling up to
Hank pulled himself up the stairs just in time to see the subway doors close with a
pleasant bing-bong. When he got to the top step, he waved, hoping the conductor would
see him and open the doors again, but the F-train pulled away, leaving a freezing cold
gust in its wake, giving Hank a real chill. His long white ear hairs danced in the frosty
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February air.
He spit on the tracks and waited on the cold platform for the next train.
***
Hank was the only man that Rita had ever known in the Biblical Sense. They met
at a neighborhood dance on Ocean Parkway that Rita’s sister had dragged her to. With her
buck teeth and scrawny legs, Rita wasn’t much of a looker. She had only been on two
dates in her life, and neither guy had called her back. On most nights, she just stayed in
and read, resigned to the fact the only men in her life would be the detectives in her
novels. Rose, who was 27 and already had three kids of her own, was genuinely terrified
that her sister would become a spinster, a common worry of the time. But more than that,
she liked to get away from her family once in a while to have a little fun, and to feel like
a young person.
The dance hall was nearly empty. Rita and Rose danced all night, right in the front
of the band, who was playing in the provocative new rock and roll style. The girls had a
few vodka drinks throughout the night, making every song sound poignant and
meaningful, every dance move feel more urgent and inspired. Rose and Rita slow danced
to the slow numbers, waved their fingers and jitterbugged to the fast ones. By the last
song, a real rollicking tune, the girls were boogying around a neat pile they had made
Hank never learned to play an instrument, but he dressed like the guys in the
band, and leaned coolly against the stage, facing the crowd all night, snapping his fingers
as if he were the band's snapper. He stood right under the handsome bass player, who
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After the guitar's final chord finished ringing, the small crowd started to gather up
their coats and purses and head out. Rose checked the clock in the back of the hall. They
still had ten minutes before her husband, David, was to pick them up.
Rose dug her fingers into Rita's shoulders and spoke very gravely. “Listen to me,
baby sister,” Rose said, sweaty face to sweaty face with her sister. “I want to know if you
trust me.” Her breath was hot and stunk like fermented cranberries.
“Good,” Rose said and she dragged Rita to the stage by the arm. The band was
wrapping up their cables and putting away their instruments. Rose was so fixated on the
handsome young bass player that she pulled her sister right into Hank, who wiped his
“Watch it lady,” he said, trying to curl up his lip and look more like a hood. His
eyes were filled with fear and contempt and Rita's eyes were filled with drunken
desperation. It was love at first sight. While Rose was still trying to get the bass player's
attention, Hank took off from the dance hall and Rita followed closely behind him. He
drove her down to Coney Island on the back of his motorcycle and she gave herself to
They met at another dance the next night, and afterwards they went back to
Hank's and made it in his bed. Rita tried to snuggle up to him, but Hank just wanted to
lay back with his hands behind his head and listen to his records all night. He told Rita
who had written and produced each record, what the instrumentation was, and who
played what on each cut. He told her which parts of each song were his favorite and why.
They had sex one more time in the morning, at Hank's insistence, and when he
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dropped her off in front of her apartment building, Rita said goodbye to Hank, expecting
to never see him again. She regretted losing her virginity to such a low-life, but now that
she had done it for the first, second, and third times, she was confident that she could do
it again with someone else, someone who would actually care about her.
The future did not pan out the way that either of them had intended. Rita got
pregnant and forced herself to see Hank again, hoping that she could convince him to
love their child. Hank got to be with Rita again, but she was pregnant and the baby would
be his, and his family pressured him into marrying her, years before he had intended to
settle down.
So they got married under those conditions, raised their son Michael together, and
paid off a mortgage and five cars under those conditions. Hank wasn’t the best father, but
he was a present father, and that was all Rita really wanted from him. He ate at the table
with his family every night and some days, during the summer months of Michael’s
childhood, he brought his son to work with him at the hardware store, where he taught
When Michael left the house to live on his own, Hank converted his son's
bedroom into the Lounge, lit with florescent bar signs, and equipped with a miniature ice
chest so he and his buddies could always enjoy their Scotch on the rocks. Over the years,
God had whittled the group of eight guys that played weekly poker games at Hank's
Hank spent most of his time alone in the Lounge, sitting in his old green recliner
that he called the Throne, listening to rock and roll musicians who were young when he
was young but who were now mostly dead. He listened to the records loud, like he had
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his whole life, but now it was an act of necessity, rather than an act of rebellion.
Over the years, Rita felt more and more like a ghost who lived in Hank's house
***
Hank was watching the Tonight Show at volume level 64 (out of 70) while Rita
sat up in bed next to him and tried to read her crime novel by the blue flashing light of the
TV. She fiddled with the hairnet she wore at night, which she believed to keep her dyed
black hair from falling out. She also wore orange industrial strength ear plugs to block
out the blasting TV. As Hank's hearing started to go, and the nightly listening volume
reached new peaks, Rita gradually upgraded to bigger and bigger plugs with higher and
Tonight, Rita was smiling to herself, not because the book she was reading was
particularly good, or because the TV show, which she could still hear, was particularly
funny, but because she knew that there was a special parcel on its way to the house that
That morning, when Hank had run out to the liquor store, Rita saw a commercial
during the Price is Right that caught her attention. In the commercial, an elderly couple
sat up in bed next to each other. The lady was reading a book, and the man was watching
TV with the volume up too high. The woman in the commercial looked at her husband
scornfully and said, with the wag of her finger, “Will you turn that down already?” The
commercial played out and apparently this husband also liked to the listen to the stereo at
abrasive levels, and he was always asking his wife to repeat herself, and he almost got hit
by a car because he didn't hear it coming. So the lady in the commercial bought her
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husband the Whisper 5000, and the man was able to watch TV at a lower level and still
be able to hear it, he could listen to his stereo from across the room without disturbing his
wife, and he knew to dodge the oncoming car as he crossed the street. The Whisper 5000
was so sophisticated that it could block out other sounds and let you choose which sounds
you want to focus on. So Rita picked up the phone and called the number on the screen.
Exactly six weeks later, the UPS guy rang the door bell, and thank God Hank
didn't hear it, because he would have told the guy that he wasn't expecting anything and
to get lost. Rita snuck the box upstairs and quietly closed and locked the bedroom door
behind her. Yes, the contents of package were for Hank to use, but Rita wanted to make
sure she knew how the thing worked, in case Hank wanted to put up a fight about it, like
the time she bought him sweatpants. Hank was in the Lounge listening to records,
The Whisper 5000 was a sleek and modern gadget, encased in silver-colored
plastic. You could hold it in your hand or strap it to your belt. It had a knob in the middle
of it with settings such as “nature,” “conversation,” and “TV,” and a little built-in
microphone for precision eavesdropping. Rita plugged in the tiny earphones that came in
the box, and flipped the on/off switch with an acrylic fingernail. The thing came with
batteries, but it didn't seem like it was working at first. In fact, it was doing the opposite
of what it was supposed to do. All sounds were just muffled by the earphones, almost like
she were wearing her foam orange ear plugs. But then Rita heard a bird singing, loudly
and crisply as if it were sitting right on her shoulder. A little startled, Rita pulled the
earphones out of her ears and looked around to see if a bird had actually flown into the
bedroom. The only sound she could hear was Hank's music sneaking out from under the
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Lounge door. She carefully put the earphones back in her ears and heard the pleasant
birdsong again. Rita noticed The Whisper 5000 was set to “nature,” and she smiled. She
She lay on the bed in her polka-dotted dress and red pumps and listened to the
bird singing away. Unlike Hank's records, which were always the same, the bird's song
was so natural and unpredictable. Rita started to drift off into a daydream about walking
with Hank and Michael in Prospect Park, until the sound of the singing bird was violently
interrupted by a barking dog. Rita jumped up and pulled back the curtain. The Russian
man who ran the little restaurant around the corner was holding a taut leash, on the end
off which his bulldog was barking at the Bangladeshi man who worked at the grocery
near the subway. The Russian man was laughing and leaning back just far enough that his
dog couldn't bite, and the Bangladeshi man was yelling, more at the dog than at the man.
But Rita could only hear the dog barking. She turned the knob to “conversation” and
aimed the device out the window, towards the men and the dog. Each man was yelling in
his own language, but using English curse words for emphasis. The vulgar language
offended Rita, and she turned the knob again, this time landing on “music.”
Now Rita heard Hank's rock and roll music, the guitars and drums, and when she
aimed the Whisper 5000 at the door, she could hear the band as if it were set up in the
corner of the bedroom. The gadget worked better than Rita had hoped it would and she
cried. She would finally get some good reading done tonight.
When the music ended, and Rita turned the knob to “conversation,” and she could
hear Hank snoring loudly in her ears. She pulled out the earphones, kicked the cardboard
box under the bed, and went downstairs to get started on dinner.
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***
Rita stopped Hank at the bottom of the stairs, on his way up to the Lounge for his
after-dinner cocktail. She held the Whisper 5000 behind her back and she gave Hank a
coy, dramatic smile, wagging her hips around girlishly. “I got somethin' for you, Hank”
“Can't it wait?” Hank said, wholly unaffected by Rita's attempted flirtation. After
she didn't move or respond to him, he looked her in the eyes, which, in her old age, were
“A little present, Hank” she said and held out the little gizmo out in front of her,
“What the hell is it?” Hank said. “Some kind of Walkman or something? What do
“It's a sound amplifier. It makes everything louder. The TV and your records will
all be louder and clearer than ever. I tried it myself. You just put these things in your ears,
and -”
But Rita was still in his way, still smiling, too. It felt so good to be interacting
with Hank so much, and was fun to feel like she had the upper hand in this situation. And
she did: Hank had bad knees and she was standing in his way.
“Come on,” Rita said, leaning forward from the bottom step. She and Hank were
almost touching noses. “Just try it. You can go upstairs in a minute, and I swear you're
“Rita, will you move? I don't wanna put those lousy things in my ears.”
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“Fine,” Rita said, “But let me show you how it works. Please. You just stay right
here, and I'll go in the kitchen and you'll see how it works, OK?” She started for the
kitchen. “You won't have to put anything in your ears if you don't want to, you can just
say something.”
Hank started walking up the stairs as soon as Rita entered the kitchen.
Before he could get to the top of the stairs, Rita bounded out of the kitchen,
gleefully waving the Whisper 5000. “Give you a break already,” she was saying. “I heard
you. You said give you a break already. I told you it worked.”
Hank stopped. He'd been muttering under his breath for years and not once had
Rita reacted until now. What an invasion of privacy. “Come on, Rita,” he said. “Leave me
“This thing works. I'm telling you.” Rita walked up the stairs and practically
shoved the earphones into Hank's ears. He twitched and flinched and made faces the
whole time, but Rita was really enjoying touching her husband so much, even though he
Rita hurried down the steps and back into the kitchen to say something for Hank
to hear. She was giddy. She wanted to say something secret and sincere. She wanted to
tell him that she didn't feel like anything in her life was a mistake, and that she would
marry him a million times over. But instead she said, “Testing, 1, 2, 3.”
Rita asked Hank if he could hear her and he said “Testing 1, 2, 3, now I'm going
upstairs to listen to my records -- without this damn thing. I don't like it in my ears like
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that.” He handed the Whisper 5000 to Rita and finally climbed the last stair.
***
Each morning, Hank dipped his comb in a jar of pomade and ran it through his
hair, which was now thinner and whiter than ever, and which now covered less of his
head than ever. At the end of each day, Hank rubbed the stuff out with a bath towel, and
combed his hair back down with a wet comb. This was a routine he developed as a
teenager, when his mother told him that if he kept getting his pillow cases greasy, he'd
When Hank came out of the bathroom that night, he found Rita reading her book
in bed, pretending not to notice the little gadget she had placed in the center of Hank's
pillow. He asked her what the hell it was doing there and Rita just kept reading her book,
until Hank brushed the Whisper 5000 off of the bed and knocked it against the night
“Now why the heck would you go and do that?” said Rita. She never cursed and
she had trouble showing Hank how upset she really was.
“Because I don’t wanna use it,” Hank said. He pulled back the blanket and slowly
lowered his bottom onto the bed. “I don’t need any help,” he said, and he a carefully
lifted each leg off of the ground and slid underneath the blanket. He turned on the TV,
almost on full blast. Rita set her book down and marched around the bed to where the
“I paid 19.99 plus eight dollars shipping,” she said, holding the Whisper 5000 like
an injured animal, holding it up to Hank so he could be affected by it, too, but Hank was
watching TV and he didn’t so much as glance at his old wife beside him.
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Rita held the Whisper 5000 close to her chest and left the room with a slam of the
She sat on the living room couch, sobbing quietly, rocking the little gadget like a
She lay on the couch, put the earphones on and turned the knob to “nature.” Right
away, she could hear crickets. Crickets in Brooklyn -- in April! In any direction she
pointed the Whisper 5000, Rita could hear crickets chirping, sonorous and sad, and
East 3rd St. glowed peacefully outside. The shops were all closed on Ditmas Ave,
so there was very little foot traffic in the neighborhood. Rita put on her slippers and
Hank’s blue windbreaker that he never wore. She figured she looked decent enough to
Outside, it sounded like there were crickets in every yard on the street. Rita
thought that maybe there were always crickets in April and that maybe she had just
missed them before, so she took off the earphones but heard nothing. No crickets, no
birds, no barking dogs, just an occasional car down the street. She put the earphones in
again and she heard an owl hoo-hooing. It sounded so calm and omniscient. Rita turned
around in a slow semi-circle until she heard the owl again and followed it north, where
and owl was perched in the Park, over a mile away. Yes, the Whisper 5000 was that
effective.
Because Rita had set the Whisper 5000 to “nature” and not to “traffic” and
because she was looking for the owl and not for oncoming cars, Rita crossed the street
carelessly and was hit by a purple mini-van on Cortelyou Rd. She died almost instantly,
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which was nice, because she didn’t feel very much pain for very long.
Even though she had never seen the place before, and everything she had read
about it offered conflicting descriptions, Rita knew that she was in Heaven as soon as she
could see again. She recognized God right away, too, beaming at her warmly.
“And so are you,” He said. Rita couldn't see herself, so she thought God must say
that to everyone, which he did, because everyone in Heaven was beautiful. The Lord told
Rita that everyone got to pick one thing from their terrestrial life to have and to keep with
them for all Eternity. Rita considered for a moment how nice it would be to have her
collection of books, so that she could read peacefully through all Eternity, but then she
thought about poor Hank. She worried that the father of her son wouldn’t make it up to
And so Hank, who was still watching Leno at an extremely loud volume, suffered
an aortic aneurysm and died before he even had a chance to wonder where Rita had gone
Hank looked so handsome and perfect when he appeared in front of Rita. He was
wearing his brown leather jacket, which was brand new and smelled like real leather
again. And Rita looked so gorgeous to Hank's rejuvenated eyes, in her favorite blue house
dress that she used to wear when Michael was little. Hank gawked at Rita amorously, and
he didn’t even realize that his own Creator was standing majestically behind him. Hank
ran -- no, he flew -- over to Rita and embraced her gently and kissed her all over her
“I’m sorry,” he said, laughing, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” And he
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laughed some more, and it felt so good, and it was so infectious that Rita started
laughing, too. Rita pointed behind Hank, and Hank turned around to face God, who was
“I didn’t think I’d make it,” Hank said. He put his arm around Rita. “I didn’t think
they’d let me come here,” he said, and he hung his head, trying to show shame, but he
couldn't, because he no longer had any shame. He was ecstatic and free of pain. “I had
Hank cried tears of relief and happiness, and when he wiped his eyes with the
back of his hand, he could feel that his eyebrows were no longer stubbly semi-circles,
they were just normal eyebrows, and he felt confident and handsome. When God asked
Hank what he would like to bring into Eternity with him, Hank looked at Rita and
thought hard. Even though she was in Heaven, Rita said a little prayer to herself and to
God that Hank would say that having Rita for Eternity would be good enough for him,
but Hank turned to the Lord and asked for his favorite Buddy Holly record, along with
Rita was as worried as one could be in Heaven that she would lose Hank again to
his records, but he held her close and said something he had never said to her before.
Rita looked at Hank, who was more youthful than he had ever been in life. She set
the record player’s needle down on Hank’s favorite cut, “Listen to Me.” “I forgive you,
The lead guitar echoed throughout the Heavens in stereophonic sound, and when
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the singing began, Hank sung along with all of his soul. He moved his hips around to the
rhythmic percussion, and none of his bones or muscles ached. His voice was so unscathed
by the life he had lived, that he really sounded wonderful singing in Heaven. He looked at
Rita when he sang, full of new life and joy, and she could feel his loving gaze cover her
like a blanket of warm sunshine. Rita felt the way she did the first time she got drunk, but
The volume of the record was just right. Rita could actually hear every note, and
Hank grabbed Rita by the hand, they were both so soft now, and for the first time,
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