Chapter Eight: The Bride of Frankenstein
The Stargazer Drive-In had a marquee with pink neon meteors that appeared to sail across a night sky made of tiny, white lights. Dozens of cars were already lined up at the box office when Carlton and Maddie arrived. The sudden rain had created a mist of humidity and leftover condensation, so the whole ground looked like it was covered in fog. The air smelled like damp earth and bug spray.
Maddie leaned back and stared into the indigo twilight. Just for tonight, she thought, don’t worry and let yourself enjoy this. Now that the top was closed on the convertible, they would have privacy during the movies. Maddie wondered just how steamy things might get with the windows fogged up. Strangely, she didn’t feel too stressed about touring the drive-in with Carlton at intermission. No one had to know their relationship status or past history. The idea of keeping the romantic part of their relationship quiet appealed to her. There were excellent work-related reasons for them to be discreet. Maybe they could move slowly and get to know each other better. If things went well this summer and her career got back on track, they could go public.
The only problem was, her chemistry with Carlton was intense, possibly uncontrollable. Maddie knew it was pointless to project too far into the future. Carlton had a plan for this evening. Let it happen and have fun. Normally Maddie couldn’t stand not being in charge. But she had some idea of his intentions and didn’t mind letting go a little.
“This is my first drive-in movie,” she confessed. “I’ve always wanted to go.”
“Really?!” Carlton’s voice cracked slightly when he was excited. Maddie thought it was adorable. “Well. I’m honored. To be your first. Drive-in.”
“I am a fan of monster movies. I used to watch Svengoolie every Saturday night as a kid. My dad would make very unhealthy popcorn, heavy on the butter and salt, and we’d laugh at all the corny jokes.”
“BER-WYN!” said Carlton, evoking the Svengoolie’s running gag about the Chicago suburb where the show was filmed.
“You watched, too?”
“With Mom. It reminded her of home. She grew up in Forest Park, near Berwyn. She’d tell me about how funky it was. Like the sculpture of junk cars piled on a giant metal spike by the strip mall where her house was. She loved the rubber chickens on the show. I got her one for Mother’s Day once, and she acted like it was a bracelet from Tiffany’s.” He paused, deep within a memory. “Of course, she really wanted me to win the World Series for the Cubs. That’s the present she always asked for. She didn’t put unfair pressure on me. I don’t want you to think that. But I wanted to do it for her. I honestly thought I could. Shows you what I know.”
Maddie put a hand on his shoulder and wished she could hug him. She didn’t think it was a good time to pry into the details, but she wanted him to know she was listening, and she cared. “I’m so sorry about your mom. That must have been incredibly hard for you. And your dad, too. So, you were at Wrigley the day I met you because of her?”
“She had just died. Died. Not passed as people say. It makes death sound softer and kinder than it is. She fucking died and it was awful. So yeah, I was going to Wrigley to be with all these things I loved about her. Ernie Banks was her favorite player. I thought I wanted to go alone that day.”
“OK, that explains it. I wondered how a die-hard Sox fan like you could have been masquerading as a Cubs fan when I met you.”
“Yeah, we were a house divided. In a good-natured way. Deep down I’ll always be a Sox guy like my dad. It got in my blood from childhood. He’s the voice of the Manders, and he used to let me sit with him in the booth during games when I was a kid. But we always respected Mom’s Cubs allegiance, and I had some great times at Wrigley with her. Anyway, when you showed up—I’m not religious, and I don’t believe in ghosts, but… Sorry! I was going to tell you this story in a much funnier way—on the glider swing at intermission! Now I’m just getting morose.”
The car had crept up in the line, just a few feet away from the box office. Maddie was touched by his honesty. She thought about Carlton practicing how to tell this story. Apparently, they both rehearsed talking to each other. “So, I think what you mean is… I was the rubber chicken your mom threw at you from Berwyn’s Astral Plane. Wow, I gotta tell you—” Maddie burst out laughing. “I really love that!”
Carlton laughed, too, and Maddie was glad he didn’t think she was being too flippant. “You could have won the World Series for the Cubs,” she added. “Or any competing team you were on. I know what I’m talking about. I can be an idiot sometimes. Often, in fact. I freely admit that. But I know baseball. I looked up a bunch of your stats and videos. You could have been better than Jake Arrieta in 2016. I’m sure that doesn’t help how you feel now. But you weren’t wrong, and neither was she.”
“That’s sweet of you to say. Thanks, Maddie,”
“No, I am not sweet. I’m being honest. The thing I love about monster movies is that I always identify with the monsters.”
Carlton scoffed. “What? Why?”
“Because monsters are the weird kid, and I was always the weird kid. Godzilla broke my heart. The original. Hold on, your dad is the field announcer for the Manders? Why didn’t he introduce himself when I met him at your studio? He seemed sort of… taciturn.”
“He’s had a hard few years. A lot of death and disappointment. And he’s angry at Monty Ortzelbean. I’m sure he thought you were another Monty flack. Don’t worry I’ll set him straight.”
“I’d love to talk to him more next time. And I guess I’ll be seeing him at the games.”
They had reached the box office window. A teenager wearing a fake hatchet through her skull thrust a hand in Carlton’s face. “That’s twenty bucks for the double feature.”
Maddie fumbled in her ladybird purse. “Oh here, let me contribute.”
Carlton waved her away. “This is my party.” He turned to the teenager and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. “Thanks, Sabine. Nice look you got going there.” He indicated the rubber axe hat.
“Oh hey, Carlton!” Sabine perked up. “Are you here with a date? Holy Moley! George is going to be PO’ed. This is awesome! Come on in. There’s an open spot up front, left corner. You can still grab it if you hurry. Great to meet you, whoever you are!” She bent down and tried to peer into the car window.
“This is Maddie. My friend.”
Sabine gave a knowing nod. “OK, sure. That’s why you have the shmancy car tonight. Well, enjoy the show or whatever.” She pulled out her phone as Carlton drove through the gate and headed down the gravel path toward the front of the screen.
“She's telling everyone in town you’re here with a date, isn’t she?’ said Maddie. “Who’s George?”
Carlton shrugged. “Don’t worry. Sabine’s got a good heart. Mostly. George… uh…. He owns the drive-in. I’ll introduce you. Later.”
Something about the way Carlton dodged her question set Maddie on edge. The thought crossed her mind that George was interested in Carlton. That certainly wouldn’t surprise her. He’d be attractive to plenty of guys. Her least favorite thing about baseball was the entrenched homophobia. Only three MLB players had ever come out, and no current players identified as gay. At this point, she was fairly certain Carlton wasn’t gay, but he might be bisexual. She was intrigued, and yet she didn’t want someone else to have him. The fierce territorial urge surprised her. Of course, the mystery of George might have nothing to do with sexuality. Maybe he wanted the Alfa Romeo and Carlton wouldn’t sell.
Maddie’s musings were swept away in the lush, new sensations of the drive-in. She and Carlton rolled down their windows and listened to the cheerful rumble of the crowd. It was sprawling and filled with kids. Some of them wore Halloween costumes to celebrate Horror Fest. Maddie lost count of the number of Scream masks. Employees dressed as homemade versions of classic movie monsters wandered the vast parking lot selling glow-in-the-dark necklaces. Half the crowd had brought picnic blankets and lawn chairs so they could camp out beside their cars or in the backs of their trucks. Carlton hung a clunky metal speaker inside the car and music from the local Oldies stations bleated the Shirelles’ “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?” through intermittent static.
“Not exactly Dolby stereo,” said Carlton, “But that’s part of the charm.”
“I’m completely smitten,” said Maddie. “Oh, I just thought—We could have a baseball movie marathon here and promote the Manders! Or the Stargazer could become a sponsor and show movies at the ballpark sometimes. Stargazer Night. Is there a planetarium around here? Or a college astronomy program? We could have real stargazing, too. A dual sponsorship! Is there a lunar eclipse this year? I wonder if we could get Neil deGrasse Tyson. He's got a new book out and there must be a book tour. Couldn’t hurt to ask his publisher.”
Carlton shook his head. “Your brain scares me.”
“It’s part of my charm.” She leaned over, fully conscious of letting the sweetheart neckline of her dress do its job. She thanked Esme silently for the outfit and felt a thrill of anticipation as she imagined telling her aunt about tonight.
“I’m aware.” Carlton leaned in and kissed her throat, making her shiver.
He pulled her closer and they kissed again. He played with the waves in her hair, and she ran her hands down his back. Neither of them could stop the luxurious, unrushed kisses that grew deeper and more intimate. Maddie took his hand and moved it to rest on her upper thigh, just beneath her dress. He squeezed her leg gently, and the tips of his fingers grazed the bottom edges of her underwear. His feathery soft touch made her dizzy with desire. She didn’t want to stop any of this. It felt so good, and she had been waiting three painful years to be with Carlton again.
But a blaring fanfare interrupted them. They pulled apart, and Maddie could see an animated hot dog blowing a trumpet on the movie screen, leading a line of candy bars and soft drinks to the concession stand to encourage snacks before the show started.
Carlton smiled and took a breath. “Maybe it’s time to get some very unhealthy popcorn? I hate to break the mood, but…”
“No, I’d love some popcorn and a lemonade if you don’t mind. Thanks.”
For the next ninety minutes, Maddie sat back and let the drive-in whisk her away to its own dimension of small delights. She and Carlton ate popcorn and held hands. It was greasy and sloppy and wonderful. She enjoyed watching the movie with only a few amorous interludes. Carlton discussed the science of the story seriously. The concept of looking backward in time through space fascinated him. He was knowledgeable about astronomy and gushed about Vera Rubin’s groundbreaking observations, providing the first real evidence for dark matter. Maddie loved hearing him talk.
“Our understanding of the universe has changed dramatically in the past fifty years,” Carlton told her. “Now we know it’s primarily dark matter and dark energy, and we have no idea what either of them are.”
“That freaks me out a little,” Maddie admitted. “But it’s amazing.”
At the end of the film, Maddie cried.
“You didn’t tell me it was going to be sad!” She sniffed and pulled out her wadded-up bandana. “Thank goodness I brought my best handkerchief.” She wiped her eyes. “The ending blew me away. I was not expecting the mother to have to kill her own son. God, Karloff was fantastic.”
“It’s so sweet you cried at the end.” Carlton took her chin in his palm and kissed her.
“What did I say about calling me sweet?” she whispered.
“My mistake. It’s super badass that you cried at the end of Invisible Ray.”
“Better.” She gave him another slow-burn kiss until they finally had to breathe.
“I’d love to stay here and keep doing this,” said Carlton. “But can we walk outside for a bit? I do want to show you around.”
“Yeah! That's why I agreed to come in the first place.” She opened her purse and checked that she was presentable in the small compact tucked inside. She looked decidedly rumpled and had to laugh at herself. “I kept saying this was a business meeting. I think I might have been delusional. I can be good at that! OK, let’s go. I want to see this glider-swing I’ve heard so much about.”
They climbed out of the car, and Maddie thought it felt good to move her legs and stroll in the cool of the night. It wasn’t too buggy yet, and it was fun to see what everyone was wearing and overhear the mini dramas of each family or couple they passed.
Every now and then, Carlton would stop and chat with someone and introduce them to Maddie. For the most part, she could switch gears and talk easily about the Sliding Salamanders and her upcoming events. With Carlton there, people felt free to voice their unvarnished criticism about the team. Maddie was gaining a deeper appreciation of how badly this fan base had been treated and how angry they were. She also saw how much they loved and respected Carlton. She realized it was very special that he had offered to take her around and share some of his Salamander “street cred” with her.
After a good half hour of schmoozing, they made it to the playground directly in front of the movie screen. Most of the grass had been worn away to dirt. At one end of the play area was a distressingly rusty swing set with seats like rubber sling shots. In the center was a broken-down wooden merry-go-round packed with kids who squealed as two teens spun them around so fast Maddie was shocked they weren’t all throwing up. There were assorted seesaws in dire need of a paint job and finally, a large wooden swing configured like two gliders facing each other.
Carlton climbed in first and helped Maddie step up into the swing. She plopped down across from him before the movement of the swing nearly toppled her into his lap. They sat and rocked in silence, accompanied by a blissful, soft breeze. She felt like they were balanced on the edge of something she couldn’t quite see.
“So… this is where you were going to tell me everything.” Maddie stretched her legs so that her feet touched Carlton’s side of the swing. “What haven’t you told me yet?”
Just then, two familiar voices cut through the background buzz of the crowd.
“Do tell, Professor! What haven’t you told her? We’re dying to know, aren’t we, Herb?”
Carlton’s fellow podcasters, Vinny and Herb, leapt onto the swing. Vinny squeezed next to Maddie, and Herb sat with force by Carlton making the glider tip precariously.
“Would you guys get off!” Carlton nudged Herb with his elbow. “We’re heading for a major disaster here.”
In the dark, with only sporadic lighting, it took Maddie eyes a few seconds to register that Herb was dressed as Dracula with an impressive, sweeping cape and some realistic, bloody fangs. He made a face at some curious smaller kids who screamed and ran away.
“Listen to them. The children of the night!” Herb quipped in an amusing Lugosi impression. “What music they make.”
“Digging your costume, Herb,” said Maddie. “Who are you supposed to be, Vinny?”
“Can’t you guess, Mads?” He dug in his pocket and pulled out an oversized pair of thick glasses and a half-smoked cigar. “I’m Monty Orztelbean! The scary-ass owner of the Gray Sox and Sliding Salamanders. I vant to suck all your money and give you nothing in return except pain and suffering bwa ha ha ha ha!” When he finished his evil laugh schtick, he faced Carlton and motioned between him and Maddie. “So, is this a thing with you two? What’s going on here? I thought there was a vibe back in the studio.”
Carlton rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a jerk. Any more than you can help. I invited Maddie to Horror Fest to introduce her around town. I happen to be interested in helping the team. And besides that, I’m a gentleman.”
Herb and Vinny guffawed and offered their alternative views. Maddie was having a good time listening to them, and she didn’t feel nearly so bad about her interview. She got what Carlton was telling her about that. She had passed through the initiation, and now she was one of the guys. Or she was starting to be.
“I’m coming back on the show Monday,” she interjected. She admired Carlton’s cool discretion about the change in their relationship and found it kind of thrilling. She could be cool, too. “I’m giving you guys a big scoop in the next interview,” she teased.
Vinny crossed his legs and turned to Maddie. “I doubt that. Is Monty selling the team? Is there a new ownership agreement?”
“No, but…”
“Then it can’t be any news I’m interested in.” Vinny chomped on the cigar stub and spit it out. “How can anyone smoke those things? They taste like compost.”
“Don’t tell me,” Herb said to Maddie “You’re starting pickle races at Yoakam’s Hot and Sweet Stadium. And you want us to be the guys in the pickle outfits for the first race.”
A small bomb went off in Maddie’s mind. “Damn, Herb! That’s a genius idea and I’m totally stealing it from you. My aunt makes costumes. I’m sure she could design racing pickles. The Yoakams would love it! Would you guys please be the pickles for the first race? What do I have to do to make that happen?”
Herb crossed his arms in front of his chest and grinned. “Nothing because it’s never gonna happen.”
“Never say never. Not around me,” Maddie countered.
“I don’t trust you.” Herb wagged a finger at Maddie. “You’re tricky. I can sense it. I have telepathic vampire powers. Don’t mess with that shit!”
“Hey, is there room for one more on that… thing?” Tillie appeared out of nowhere and Maddie just about jumped out of her skin. The intrepid intern was wearing jeans and a simple, white linen shell from J. Crew, but she managed to look like she had just stepped out of a Netflix summer thriller about incredibly rich people with deep, dark secrets usually related to cults. A camera was slung around her neck. “Or let me take some pictures for Manders' social media. It’ll be good to show our staffers out and about in the community.”
Maddie’s emotions were crashing into each other like out-of-control bumper cars. She knew that Tillie had not come to take any photos for social media. No, she was spying on her and Carlton. But Tillie also had a point, and Maddie was disappointed that she didn’t think of it.
“Who are you?” Vinny asked, and Maddie recognized the telltale signs of the Tillie Effect on him.
“Meet my new intern. She’s from Kingsley College. Pre Law. Tillie, this is Vinny Randazzo from the Manders Matter podcast. He’s a brilliant sportswriter, too.” Maddie knew she was shamelessly fishing for Vinny’s favor with that last remark (except she really did think he was a promising reporter).
“Really?” Tillie snapped a few pictures. “I can’t imagine anything less interesting to write about.”
Vinny was not the least bit deterred, which Maddie found endearing. “Well, hey, a lot of people seem to like it. Nice to meet you, Tillie. You should come to the next show. When Maddie’s on with her huge breaking news about nothing.” He stood up and put his hand out for Tillie to shake. That was the last straw for the glider swing, and it fell over, dumping everyone in a pile like an epic collapse on a Twister board.
“Do NOT take pictures of this!” Maddie shouted from the bottom of the pile.
Tille wasn’t taking pictures. She was bent over laughing. Maddie almost felt sorry for Vinny. It wasn’t a great first impression that he was making.
“What the hell’s going on here?” A portly man in Bermuda shorts barked at the group. “Carlton, is that you, son? What are you doing to my property?”
Carlton climbed out of the tangle and stood up brushing himself off. “Hey George. How’s it going? Huge turnout tonight! Congratulations. Sorry about the swing. I’ll come over and fix it for you tomorrow. No charge. It could use an upgrade anyway.”
Maddie scrambled to her feet. So this was George! He didn’t look like a rival for Carlton’s affections. She was more curious than ever about him. “Hi, I’m Maddie Fields. New PR and promotions director for the Sliding Salamanders. Carlton here was kind enough to invite me tonight. This is a terrific event!”
“I heard about you.” George said coldly. He didn’t take Maddie’s hand. He shot a look that could kill at Carlton who pretended not to notice.
Maddie wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Listen, I know now is not the time, but I’d love to get together and talk about some cross promotions with the drive-in and the team. I have some ideas, and you have such a treasure here with this place.”
George narrowed his eyes and grimaced. “I don’t need any cross-promotion nonsense. And I don’t know who would want to be associated with that shit parade they call a ball club.”
Maddie decided to back off with George. Obviously, there was something else going on with him that she didn’t understand yet.
“I’ve got a special announcement before the second feature. Carlton, you should stay close by. I think you’ll be interested in this.” George winked and Maddie raised her eyebrows at Carlton who mouthed “I have no idea” at her.
From the front row of parked cars, an SUV turned on its power beam headlights and Geroge stood in the makeshift spotlight with a bull horn. “Thanks for turning out tonight, everyone! This is our twelfth annual Horror Fest! You’ve made it one of the biggest nights of the year for us at the Stargazer. We sure do appreciate y’all!”
Scattered cheers and whistles.
“I’m here to tell you,” George continued. “Tonight we have a special guest before the second feature, Bride of Frankenstein, begins. You might recognize her from the very first Horror Fest. She’s one of the family around here. And tonight, she’s here all the way from Frankenstein’s lab. Please welcome... the only and only BRIDE!”
From behind the screen, a stunning, statuesque woman in a perfect Bride of Frankenstein costume emerged. Her hair and makeup were flawless, complete with the iconic mile-high coiffure streaked with white lightning. She walked stiffly, making robotic jerky movements with her arms and head. The crowd cheered and applauded wildly. Maddie stole a glance at Carlton. He had gone white in the face.
George waved the Bride over to him. “Glad you could make it, Ms. Frankenstein. And since you’re looking for a mate, you get your choice of anyone here to be your guest and watch the movie with you in the Bridemobile!” A flatbed truck decked out like a sci-fi laboratory with a couple of oversized mad scientist chairs rolled up. Maddie would have laughed herself silly if she hadn’t felt like something awful was about to happen.
Vinny sidled over to Maddie and pulled a flask from his pocket. He offered it to her. “Here. It’s double oaked bourbon. I think you’re going to need it.”
Maddie wasn’t a big drinker, but she did like a neat shot of bourbon every now and then.
The Bride searched the crowd nearby, making hissing noises at the partners she rejected. But then she got to Carlton. She shrieked in delight and threw her arms around him, dragging him into the spotlight with her and then up into the Bridemobile.
“Looks like we found a winner!” George yelled to more applause.
Maddie was utterly flummoxed. This was all so bizarre and sudden. “Who is that, and what the fuck is happening?” she asked Vinny.
“That’s George’s superstar daughter. She and Carlton were together for a year or so. He asked her to marry him. But she got a job offer in Cerne. She’s a particle physicist.”
“You’re joking. The super collider? That’s where she works?”
Vinny sighed. “Yeah. She’s a ridiculous overachiever. She’s got an Olympic silver medal in fencing, too. Trains over in Europe with a big-deal coach. If you ask me, Carlton’s still in love with her. It is kinda funny though.”
“Funny? How is any of this funny?” Maddie was trying to digest this new and absurdly unsettling information. It wasn’t going well.
“You know how we call him the Professor?” asked Vinny.
“Yeah, so? What’s funny about that?” Maddie took a gulp of bourbon but couldn’t swallow it.
“It’s just her name. It’s Mary Ann!”
Maddie spit out her bourbon and started coughing.
Vinny shook his head, laughing. “I know! The Professor and Mary Ann! Isn’t that a hoot?”
Maddie swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath. Her eyes watered and she felt like she was collapsing inside.
“Hilarious,” she said, still half-choking on the word. Damn it! Her love curse had struck again. She wasn’t even allowed one full night of joy. What was she supposed to do? Split up the Professor and Mary Ann?
Maddie thought about how Carlton had talked about science and the stars after the movie. It made sense that he’d be in love with a physicist. And she had no interest in competing with someone for Carlton’s affection. She wanted women to support each other, not fight over men. She tried to convince herself that this bombshell was meant to be. This was the strongest possible message telling her to stay focused on the Sliding Salamanders. She could be friends with Carlton now that they had aired their past history. Just like Bogart and Bergman would always have Paris in Casablanca, she and Carlton would always have Wrigley Field. She wanted to be grateful, but she really felt like hell and wanted to go home.
She handed the flask back to Vinny. “Thanks for the bourbon and the backstory. I’m happy for Carlton. Now that I know.”
“Bullshit,” said Vinny.
“See you in the studio,” said Maddie. “Tell Carlton I was tired and went home early. Give him my… my thanks for all his help,” she finished quickly and jogged away from Vinny. “Hey Tillie!” she shouted. “Where are you?”
Tillie dashed over in a flash with an OH MY GOD expression on her face, but she didn’t say anything.
“I think I’m done here for the night,” Maddie said. “Any chance you could drop me off at home?”
“Want to get shit-faced first?’ whispered Tillie.
“What? No! You’re underage! I’m responsible for you! For God’s sake, Tillie—”
“I’m kidding. Just wanted to make you laugh. Or not cry. In two weeks from today I will be legal.”
Maddie looped an arm around Tillie and gave her soft, one-arm hug. Tillie stayed stiff as a board. She was clearly not a hugger by nature.
“Thanks, Tillie. And you know what?” Maddie asked as they walked to the car.
A blue cone of light from the projector shot through the darkness and the tiny Universal Pictures plane started circling the Earth on the screen. The film was about to begin.
“No, what?” said Tillie.
“To quote an old buddy of mine, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Like many films of the time, it has a very cringey depiction of an African tribal culture.
The filmgoing tradition at the Sweetgum Horror Fest is for the audience to actively “boo” such offensive depictions and talk back to the screen. That did happen in this chapter, even though the specific scene was not described in the text.
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