After that debacle she’d vowed to be faithful to the clueless Bob, and for a time, she was. At least until, as a surprise for her, Bob hired a crew to remodel their sunroom and there turned out to be a too-attractive flooring installer in the bunch.
I’d pitched a fit when she told me she’d cheated again and, as usual, Tammy deflected the blame. “I was doing FINE, just going to work and then sitting my ass at home being Suzyfucking Homemaker and then goddamn BOB has to go and have TILE BOY over to the house all damn day for a month! What was I supposed to do?”
I pointed out to her that MANY people found it possible—easy, in fact—to resist the charms of all manner of persons to whom they were NOT MARRIED, Tile Boy included, but Tammy insisted that it was Bob’s fault for placing her in temptation’s way. Once again, though, Tammy’s marriage was saved by the fact that the man du jour broke it off with her before Bob found out, and Tammy behaved herself for a time.
Recently, though, Bob had enrolled in night classes to become eligible for a principal’s position. He often kept late hours at the university library, and obviously Tammy couldn’t resist the opportunity to return to her old ways.
“You’re not being very careful. What if you forgot to take it off before you got home?”
She unclasped the bracelet and tucked it into her purse. “I’d just tell him it was costume jewelry. He wouldn’t know the difference. I might even keep that one. It’s so pretty.”
After her liaisons ended, she always sold the “booty.” She’d amassed a modest nest egg from the proceeds.
“Have you ever thought about getting another job? And what about your singing?” I asked. Tammy was a leasing agent for temporary corporate apartments, and she met many of her “friends” through work.
“I’m not as resourceful as you, Jill, and as to the singing—well, I like to keep my evenings open.”
At the word “resourceful,” I had to laugh. I was working myself to a frazzle.
“Look!” Tammy said, pointing her chopsticks in the direction of the entrance. “Isn’t that a Diddy Wah Diddy rack? I haven’t seen this week’s column yet.”
“Neither have I. The new one came out today.”
I scampered over to the rack and grabbed two copies.
“Page thirteen,” I said, handing one to Tammy. Even though I’d been writing for the Diddy a couple of years, I still got a little thrill from seeing my byline.
It used to be that when any of the Queens were reading my work, I’d practically sit in their laps, registering every eye movement and intake of breath.
Nowadays, I was much cooler about the whole thing. Tammy let out a small “heh,” and I didn’t even flinch.
“Ha! Ha!” she laughed, holding her middle.
“What was that about?” I demanded. “Was it the bit about the fruit cake?”
“No,” Tammy said. “I was reading the comic next to your column.”
“Oh,” I said with a pout.
“Just kidding,” Tammy said. “It was great. I swear, you get funnier all the time. You should try to sell your columns to more papers.”
I took a gulp of iced tea so sweet it made my teeth hurt. “Syndication takes too much time. My personal trainer business is growing so fast I can barely keep up with it. I’m working day and night.”
“I don’t know why you’re killing yourself,” Tammy said. “You should use some of your windfall to take a vacation. Maybe a luxury cruise or something.”
“I need to save it for my retirement,” I said. Recently, I’d inherited a hundred and fifty thousand dollars from my granddaddy. It was more money than I’d ever imagined having. “I’m in a tizzy trying to figure out what to do with it. I mailed off for an investment kit nearly a month ago and still haven’t received any information.”
“I think you’re entitled to have a little blowout,” Tammy said. She twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “I’m jealous of you, Jill. The only thing missing from your life is a man, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.”
“Actually, I met someone,” I said with a huge grin. “I didn’t want to talk about it until now because I was afraid I’d jinx it. It’s not like I’ve been very lucky in love in the past.”
“De-tails!” Tammy demanded.
“Where do I start? Ross is a businessman and looks like a matinee idol. He seems to be very wealthy. And—”
“Say no more! I’m green. I’m literally turning into a bell pepper over here.”
“He’s a fantastic listener. Not to mention being funny, warm, and so very sexy.”
“You’ve already done it with him! I can tell!” Tammy said, bouncing around in her seat. “You’re blushing so hard you look like you have scarlet fever. What letter grade would you give him, A? B? C?”
“The best grade of all—a capital O.”
“Oh?” Tammy said with a knowing smile.
“Oh, oh, oh. If you know what I mean.” I happily sank back into the booth. “I gotta tell you, Tammy, my nether regions have never been happier.”
“Where did ya meet him?”
“He came into the gym out of the blue and hired me as his trainer. Not that he needed me. He was already the proverbial brick one. He is so…Ohmigod,” I said, pointing at the door. “He’s here.”
Tammy turned around for a quick peek. “Is he the guy in the Brooks Brothers shirt?”
I nodded and waved to Ross.
“Greek God alert!” Tammy screeched.
“Shush. Act normal.”
“Hello, ladies,” Ross said as he approached the table.
“Ross! What a nice surprise,” I said.
“I was in the area and I’d remembered you said you were eating here.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
“Absolutely not.” I patted the space beside me. I was tickled pink to show Ross off to Tammy, but also a wee bit disappointed he’d sought me out. Half the fun of having a wonderful new boyfriend was jabbering about him to your friends.
“This is Tammy,” I said. “Tammy, meet Ross.”
“It’s a pleasure,” she said, showing off both dimples.
The three of us shot the breeze. I couldn’t think straight because Ross’s thigh was pressed up against mine. The heat from his touch seemed to pulse through my entire body.
“When did you move here?” Tammy asked.
“A couple of weeks ago,” Ross said. “I’m renting a condo at Governors Arms. I need to do some furniture shopping. It’s practically bare.”
“I handle that property, but I don’t remember you. You must have come in on my day off.” Tammy pointed to Ross’s watch. “Oh wow, is that a Rolex Presidential?”
“Tammy,” I said through clenched teeth. Sometimes her fascination with chi-chi material goods was downright aggravating.
“It is,” Ross said.
“I’ve never seen one before,” Tammy said, her eyes glittering hungrily. “Where did you get it?”
Ross removed it from his wrist and handed it to her. “A jeweler on Fifth Avenue in New York. I bought it on a whim a couple of years back.”
“Gorgeous!” Tammy said, examining it from every angle. After a moment, a strange look crossed her face.
“Anything wrong?” Ross asked.
“Gosh no,” Tammy said quickly, handing him back the watch. “Will you excuse me a minute? I need to visit the ladies’.”
The second she left, Ross was all over me and I was panting like a collie into his ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the waitress approaching the table with a tray of fortune cookies.
“Stop,” I whispered. “The waitress.”
We parted slowly, like pulling gum from the bottom of a shoe.
“Need anything else?” the waitress asked.
“We’re good, thank you,” Ross said, waving her off. As soon as she took off, Ross rushed me like a linebacker.
“Why don’t you cancel your clients this afternoon?” he said.
“I ha
ve to earn a living,” I said, slithering out of his embrace.
“Let me come with you? I promise I’ll be very quiet.”
I laughed. I’d never met a man so greedy for my company before.
“I think you’ll survive without me for the next four hours or so.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re going back to work? Maybe you’re meeting your other lover?”
“I have them scattered all over the city,” I said lightly. “Seriously, Ross. I have to go.”
He lightly squeezed my kneecap. “Are you dating anyone else?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, without a smidgen of coyness.
Ross let out a relieved sigh. “Good. I know we haven’t talked about this, but I’d like us to have an exclusive relationship. What do you think?”
His eyes were a dizzying blue, and his succulent lips curved into a smile. Honestly, was there such a thing as a person being too good-looking?
“I can’t imagine seeing anyone else but you.”
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week,” he said, locating my ear through a tangle of hair. “As soon as Tammy gets back, let’s get out of here. I want to have a few private good-bye kisses in the car before you go back to work.”
“Just a few,” I said, holding up a finger in warning.
When he saw Tammy approach the table, he threw down a hundred-dollar bill. “It was really nice meeting you.”
“I enjoyed meeting you, Ross. Jill, please call me later. We need to finish catching up.”
“I’ll call this evening,” I promised.
“Bye now,” Ross said, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me to the exit.
Chapter
20
It’s a miracle!” Tammy said over the phone. “Jill Conner lives and breathes. I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, picking the dead leaves off a plant I’d neglected. “I know I’ve been out of touch, but it’s not like you’ve been that easy to track down yourself lately.”
There were twenty messages on my machine when I got home, but I hadn’t had time to listen to them yet.
“I’ve tried to call you at the gym, and I haven’t been able to get you there, either.”
“I’ve been cutting back my hours a little.” I opened the refrigerator and was hit in the face by the stench of rot.
“I’m just glad I got you on the phone,” Tammy said. “There’s a lot of stuff going on. Have you heard about Patsy?”
“No. What’s up?”
“Jack is having an affair with his secretary.”
“SHIT! That’s terrible. How’s Patsy doing?”
“Me and Mary Bennett have been trying to comfort her, but she’s a wreck. I suspect Mary Bennett isn’t in the greatest shape herself.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Brian married the actress who plays his wife on that sitcom he stars in. It’s been in all the papers.”
“Does she seem upset?”
“You know Mary Bennett. She pretends it doesn’t bother her, but suddenly she’s dating up a storm, just like she did when they first broke up.”
The Queens had never discovered the real reason behind their breakup, but we always suspected it wasn’t Brian’s fault.
“The main reason I called is Mary Bennett thinks it’s high time for a Queen get-together. She’s been nominated for an Emmy and wants to fly us all out to L.A. for the awards show in two weeks.”
“All the Queens?” I asked. “Did she ask Gerald?”
Gerald and Mary Bennett had continued to be on very shaky ground since their Parade Day blowup several years back.
“She asked Gerald, of course. But he said he was busy.”
I sighed. “What’s he doing now? Last week, you know, he chained himself to the door of a pharmaceutical rep’s car—protesting the marketing program for the company’s HIV drugs. It took them all day to get him loose. He had a terrible sunburn—and an even worse case of diaper rash from sitting in a wet Depends all day. Apparently, his Activism for Dummies manual didn’t mention that possibility in the ‘How to Stage a Successful Sit-in’ section.”
After his emotional breakdown at Hal & Mal’s, the Queens convinced Gerald to get an AIDS test. To everyone’s relief, his results came back negative. Shortly afterward, he started attending regular meetings for P.A.B.A. (Persons Affected by AIDS) and at first, he seemed better. He learned the truth about HIV and he quit acting so weird about being touched. But soon, he became an activist, and he became more and more militant by the day. Though P.A.B.A. was a gentle support group, the loving, compassionate atmosphere somehow riled him up and our sweet, easygoing Gerald had turned into a wild-eyed zealot.
His every waking thought seemed devoted to thinking up all manner of social action groups, from the mild-mannered and well-meaning G.A.G. (Gay and Great), helping people come out as homosexual, to the well-meaning but nonetheless caustic-sounding group designed to introduce the uneducated straight population to their gay neighbors, I.A.M.G.A.Y. (Ignorant Assholes Meeting Gay American Youth) to the proposed dial-up service for the education of mainstream heterosexuals about HIV, C.H.I.A. (Crisis Hotline for Ignorant Assholes).
We tried to tell him he might have more luck recruiting members if he toned down the names a bit. Who wants a T-shirt with IGNORANT ASSHOLES on it?
“Oh, Lord, I hadn’t heard about the car-door incident,” Tammy said. “But I swear, every time I talk to him, it seems like he’s thought up a new and angrier group. I wonder if his friends in that P.A.B.A. group have any idea how furious he is, or if he ever even mentions his ‘social action group’ ideas to them. But anyway, he just said he had some kind of family deal to go to and begged off—though I know he’s just avoiding Mary Bennett. God, I wish they would patch things up.”
“Well, hell,” I said. “We all do, but I think they’re both dealing with bigger stuff than we really know about, and nothing’s gonna get better ’til it’s all out in the open.”
“There’s nothing we can do in the meantime, though, so you’ll go with me to California, won’t you?” Tammy pleaded.
“Of course I will,” I said. I felt a slight pang about leaving Ross behind, but what the hell, it was only for a couple of days. I’d survive, and our reunion would be worth the trip.
“What’s been going on with you? I assume you’ve been hanging out with that Ross guy a lot.”
“We’re inseparable,” I said happily. “Forgive me for being such a crummy friend lately.”
“Ross is definitely a looker.” She paused for moment. “There’s something that’s been bothering me since I saw you at the Chinese restaurant. I don’t know if it’s important, but—”
There was a knock at the door. “Hang on, Tammy. Someone’s here.
“Ross?” I said, motioning him inside.
“I’m missing you,” he said sadly. I’d been gone only a few hours.
“Ross, I told you I needed to get some things done here and I just—”
“Who are you talking to?” he said, pointing at the phone in my hand.
“Tammy. She just called and…Hold on a minute. Tammy, Ross just got here and—”
“Let me have it,” Ross said, holding out his hand.
“Why? I just—”
When I didn’t immediately surrender the phone, he took it out of my hand and said, “Hey there, Tammy. What’s shaking? Listen, I hate to hustle you off the phone, but Jill and I are going to be late. I’m whisking her off to the Bahamas for a surprise getaway.”
“What?” I said, still stunned that Ross had snatched the phone from me.
“You take care, too, gorgeous. I’m sure Jill will tell you all about it when she gets back. Bye now.”
“The Bahamas? Ross, what are you—?”
He wagged a couple of plane tickets in my face. “Ready for a little R and R?”
“I can’t go! I have clients to see. I’m n
ot packed. There’s a million things—”
“I did a little shopping and I have your bag packed and ready in the car. It’s stuffed with all kinds of goodies.”
“I just—”
“Come on, baby. Live a little! What kind of person turns down a trip to the Bahamas?”
“It’s so sudden,” I said, but I felt myself weakening. There was something very appealing about dropping everything and taking off to the tropics. Why was I resisting?
“All right,” I said with a smile. “I’ll go.”
“Come on then,” Ross said, tugging on my arm.
“My bills!” I said, looking at the pile of mail on the table. “I’m behind.”
Ross scooped them up and tucked them under his arm. “I’ll take care of ’em.”
“What? I can’t let you pay those.”
“Why not?” Ross said with a laugh. “You think your piddling little rent and power bills will make the slightest dent in my bank account? I won’t even notice.”
“That doesn’t seem right to me. I’ve always—”
“You’re a piece of work,” Ross said, shaking his finger and smiling indulgently. “You don’t want a trip to the Bahamas. You balk when the man who loves you wants to help out a little with a few bills.”
“But I don’t need help. I make enough money to—”
“I know that, baby,” he said, holding my face. “Just let me do something nice for you, okay?”
I have to say, it was nearly impossible for me to refuse him anything when he held my face and looked me in the eye. Every time his fingertips made contact with my skin, I turned into a quivering mound of Jill Jell-O.
“Okay. Just this once,” I said weakly.
Before I knew it, we were in first class heading toward the Bahamas. Ross, who drank a Scotch and water before takeoff, was snoozing softly beside me. His face was a collection of perfectly defined curves and peaks.
The stewardess fawned all over him and couldn’t resist sneaking looks as she passed by. When she finally noticed me, her eyes widened with bewilderment. If she had a thought bubble over her head, it’d say, “What is Robert Redford doing with Big Foot?”
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