Fascinating?
Her laugh was low, alive with humor. That isnt a good word. Theyre . . . well, theyre most unusual. Really, Ive never seen anything like it. But the food is good. Oh, youll see. Drive down Broadway and Ill show you how to go.
I nodded and headed toward the Stem with the windshield wipers going like metronomes. The snow was a pain, but it thinned out traffic somewhat and it was only a matter of minutes before we were downtown. Juno leaned forward in the seat, peering ahead at the street corners. I slowed down so she could see where we were and she tipped her finger against the glass.
Next block, Mike. Its a little place right off the corner.
I grinned at her. What are we doing.. . . slumming? Or is it one of those Village hangouts that have gone uptown?
Definitely not uptown. The food is superb. Her eyes flashed just once as we pulled into the curb. I grinned back and she said, You act all-knowing, Mike. Have you been here before?
Once. It used to be a fag joint and the food was good then too. No wonder you saw so many fascinating people.
Mike!
You ought to get around a little more, woman. Youve been living too high in the clouds too long. If anybody sees me going in this joint Im going to get whistled at. That is . . . if they let me in.
She passed me a puzzled frown at that. They tossed me out one time, I explained. At least they started to toss me out. The reinforcements called for reinforcements and it wound up with me walking out on my own anyway. I had my hair pulled. Nice people.
Juno bit her lip trying to hold back a laugh. And here Ive been telling all my friends where to go to find wonderful steaks! Come to think of it a couple of them were rather put out when I mentioned it to them a second time.
Hell, they probably enjoyed themselves. Come on, lets see how the third side lives.
She shook the snow out of her hair and let me open the door for her. We had to go through the bar to the hat-check booth and I had a quick look at the gang lined up on the stools. Maybe ten eyes met mine in the mirror and tried to hang on but I wasnt having any. There was a pansy down at the end of the bar trying to make a guy who was too drunk to notice and was about to give it up as a bad job. I got a smile from the guy and he came close to getting knocked on his neck. The bartender was one of them too, and he looked put out because I came in with a dame.
The girl at the hat-check booth looked like she was trying hard to grow a mustache and wasnt having much luck at it. She gave me a frosty glare but smiled at Juno and took her time about looking her over. When the babe went to hang up the coats Juno looked back at me with a little red showing in her face and I laughed at her.
Now you know, huh? I said.
Her hand covered the laugh. Oh, Mike, I feel so very foolish! And I thought they were just being friendly.
Oh, very friendly. To you, that is. I hope you noticed the cold treatment I got and I usually get along with any kind of dame.
The dining room was a long, narrow room with booths along the sides and a few tables running down the middle. Nobody was at the tables, but over half the booths were filled if you can call two people of the same sex sitting along the same side filled. A waiter with a lisp and hair that curled around his neck came over and curtsied then led us to the last booth back.
I ordered a round of cocktails to come in front of the steaks and the waiter gave me another curtsy that damn near had a kiss in it. Juno opened a jeweled cigarette case and lifted out a king size. I think he likes you, Mike, she said. Smoke?
I shook my head and worked the next to last one out of my crumpled pack. Outside at the bar somebody stuck a nickel in the jukebox and managed to hit a record that didnt try to take your ears off. It was something sweet and low-down with a throaty sax carrying the melody, the kind of music that made you want to listen instead of talk. When the cocktails came we picked them up together. Propose a toast, Mike.
Her eyes shone at me over the glass. To beauty, I said, To Olympus. To a goddess that walks with the mortals.
With very . . . wonderful mortals, Juno added.
We drained the glasses.
There were other cocktails and other toasts after that. The steaks came and were the best in the world like she said. There was that period when you feel full and contented and can sit back with a cigarette curling sweet smoke and look at the world and be glad youre part of it.
Thinking, Mike?
Yeah, thinking how nice it is to be alive. You shouldnt have taken me here, pretty lady. Its getting my mind off my work.
Her face knitted in a frown. Are you still looking for a reason for your friends death?
Uh-huh. I checked on that Marion babe, by the way. She was the one. Everything was so darned aboveboard it knocked the props out from under me. I was afraid it would happen like that. Still trying, though, still in there trying.
Trying?
`Hell yes. I dont want to wind up a grocery clerk. She didnt get what I meant. My grin split into a smile and that into a laugh. I had no right to feel so happy, but way back in my head I knew that the sun would come up one day and show me the answer.
What brought that on? Or are you laughing at me?
Not you, Juno. I couldnt laugh at you. She stuck out her tongue at me. I was laughing at the way life works out. It gets pretty complicated sometimes, then all of a sudden its as simple as hell, if hell can be simple. Like the potbellies with all the barebacked babes in the Bowery. You know something . . . I didnt think Id find you there.
She shrugged her shoulders gracefully. Why not? A great many of your `potbellies are wonderful business contacts.
I understand youre tops in the line.
I could see that pleased her. She nodded thoughtfully. Not without reason, Mike. It has meant a good deal of exacting work both in and out of the office. We only handle work for the better houses and use the best in the selection of models. Anton, you know, is comparatively unknown as a person, simply because he refuses to take credit for his photography, but his work is far above any of the others. I think youve seen the interest he takes in his job.
I would too, I said.
Her tongue came out again. You would, too. I bet nothing would get photographed.
I bet a lot would get accomplished.
In that case youd be running headlong into our code of ethics.
Nuts. Pity the poor photographer. He does all the work and the potbellies have all the fun. I dragged on my cigarette and squinted my eyes. You know, Clyde has a pretty business for himself.
My casual reference to the guy brought her eyebrows up. Do you know him?
Sure, from way back. Ask him to tell you about me someday.
I dont know him that well, myself. But if I ever get the chance I will. Hes the perfect underworld type, dont you think?
Right out of the movies. When did he start running that place?
Juno tapped her cheek with a delicate forefinger. Oh . . . about six months ago, I think. I remember him stopping in the office to buy photographs in wholesale lots. He had the girls sign all the pictures and invited them to his opening. It was all very secret of course. I didnt get to go myself until I heard the girls raving about the place. He did the same thing with most of the agencies in town.
Hes got a brain, that boy, I drawled. Its nice to have your picture on the wall. He played the girls for slobs and they never knew it. He knew damn well that a lot of them traveled with the moneybags and would pull them into his joint. When word got around that there was open gambling to boot, business got better and better. Now he gets the tourists too. They think its all very smart and exciting . . . the kind who go around hoping for a raid so they can cut their pictures out of the papers and send them home to the folks for laughs.
She stared at me
, frowning.
I wonder who he pays off? I mused.
Who?
Clyde. Somebody is taking the long green to keep the place going. Clydes shelling out plenty to somebody with a lot of influence, otherwise he would have had the cops down his throat on opening night.
Juno said impatiently, Oh, Mike, those tactics went out with the Prohibition era . . . then her voice got curious. Or didnt they?
I looked across the table at this woman who wore her beauty so proudly and arrogantly. Youve only seen the best side of things so far, kid. Plenty goes on you wouldnt want to look at.
She tossed her head. It seems incredible that those things still happen, Mike.
I started to slap my fist against my palm gently. Incredible, but its happening, I said. I wonder what would happen if I shafted my old buddy Dinky Williams? My mouth twisted into a grin. Maybe its an angle. Maybe . . . I let my sentence trail off and stared at the wall.
Juno signaled the waiter and he came back with another round of cocktails. I checked my watch and found myself in the middle of the afternoon. Well make these our last, ok?
She leaned her chin on her hands, smiling. I hate to have you leave me.
Its not a cinch for me, either. She was still smiling and I said, I asked another beautiful girl who could have had ten other guys why she picked me to hold hands with. She gave me a good answer. Whats yours, Juno?
Her eyes were a fathomless depth that tried to draw me down into them. Her mouth was still curved in a smile that went softer and softer until only a trace of it was left. Full, lovely lips that barely had to move to form the words. I detest people who pamper me. I detest people who insist upon putting me on a pedestal. I think I like to be treated rough and youre the only one who has tried it.
I havent tried anything.
No. But youve been thinking of it. Sometimes you dont even speak politely.
She was a mind reader like all good goddesses should be and she was right. Quite right. I didnt know what the hell was going on in my head, but sometimes when I looked at her I wanted to reach across the table and smack her right in the teeth. Even when I thought of it I could feel the tendons in the back of my hand start twitching. Maybe a goddess was just too damn much for me. Maybe Id been used to my own particular kind of guttersnipe too long. I kicked the idea out of my mind and unlocked the stare we were holding on each other.
Lets go home, I said. Theres still some day and a long night ahead of me.
She was wanting me to ask her to continue this day and not break it off now, but I didnt let myself think it. Juno pushed back her chair and stood up. The nose. First I must powder the nose, Mike. I watched her walk away from me, watched the swing of her hips and the delicate way she seemed to balance on her toes. I wasnt the only one watching, either. A kid who had artist written all over her in splotches of paint was leaning against the partition of the booth behind me. Her eyes were hard and hot and followed Juno every step of the way. She was another one of those mannish things that breed in the half-light of the so-called aesthetical world. I got a look that told me I was in for competition and she took off after Juno. She came back in a minute and her face was pulled tight in a scowl and I gave her a nasty laugh. Some women, yes. Others, nix.
My nose got powdered first and I waited by the door for her after throwing a good weeks pay to the cashier.
The snow that had slacked off started again in earnest. A steady stream of early traffic poured out of the business section, heading home before the stuff got too deep. Juno had snow tires on the heap so I wasnt worried about getting caught, but it took us twice the time to get back uptown as it did to come down.
Juno decided against going back to the office and told me to go along Riverside Drive. At the most fashionable of the cross streets I turned off and went as far as the middle of the block. She indicated a new gray stone building that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the others, boasting a doorman in a maroon uniform and topcoat. She leaned back and sighed, Were home.
Leave the car here?
Wont you need it to get where youre going?
I couldnt afford to put gas in this buggy. No, Ill take a cab. I got out and opened the door. The maroon uniform walked over and tipped his hat. Juno said, Have the car taken to the garage for me please?
He took the keys. Certainly, Miss Reeves.
She turned to me with a grin. The snow swirling around her clung to the fur of her collar and hat, framing her face with a sprinkling of white. Come up for a drink? I hesitated, Just one, Mike, then Ill let you go.
Okay, baby, just one and dont try to make it any more.
Juno didnt have a penthouse, but it was far enough up to make a good Olympus. There was no garishness about the place, big as it was. The furnishings and the fixtures were matched in the best of taste, designed for complete, comfortable living.
I kept my coat and hat on while she whipped up a cocktail, my eyes watching the lithe grace of her movements. There was an unusual symmetry to her body that made me want to touch and feel. Our eyes met in the mirror over the sofa and there was the same thing in hers as there must have been in mine.
She spun around with an eloquent gesture and held out the glasses. Her voice was low and husky again. Im just a breeze past thirty, Mike. Ive known many men. Ive had many men too, but none that I really wanted. One day soon Im going to want you.
My spine chilled up suddenly and the crazy music let loose in my head because she had the light in her hair again. The stem of the glass broke off in my fingers, tearing into my palm. The back of my neck got hot and I felt the sweat pop out on my forehead.
I moved so the light would be out of her hair and the gold would be gone from it, covering up the insane hatred of memory by lifting my hand to drink from the bowl of the broken glass.
It spoiled the picture for me, a picture that should be beautiful and desirable, scarred by something that should be finished but kept coming back.
I put the pieces of the glass down on the window sill and she said, You looked at me that way again, Mike.
This time I forced the memory out of my mind. I slipped my hand over hers and ran my fingers through her hair, sifting its short silky loveliness. Ill make it up to you sometime, Juno. I I cant help thinking and it hasnt got anything to do with you.
Make it up to me now.
I gave her ear a little pull. No.
Why? .
Because.
She pouted and her eyes tried to convince me.
I couldnt tell her that it was because there was a time and place for everything, and though this was the time and place she wasnt the person. I was only a mortal. A mortal doesnt undress a goddess and let his eyes feast and his hands feel and his body seek fulfillment.
Then too maybe that wasnt the reason at all. Maybe she reminded me of something else I could never have.
Never.
She said it slowly. Who was she, Mike? Was she lovely?
I couldnt keep the words back. I tried, but they were there.
She was lovely. She was the most gorgeous thing that ever lived and I was in love with her. But she did something and I played God; I was the judge and I the jury and the sentence was death. I shot her right in the gut and when she died I died too.
Juno never said a word. Only her eyes moved. They softened, offered themselves to me, trying to convince me that I wasnt dead . . . not to her.
I lit a cigarette and stuck it in my mouth, then got the hell out of there before her eyes became too convincing. I felt her eyes burning in my back because we both knew Id be back.
Juno, goddess of marriage and births, queen of the lesser gods and goddesses. Why wasnt she Venus, goddess of beauty and love? Juno was a queen and she didnt want to be. She wanted to be a woman.
D
arkness had come prematurely, but the reflected lights on the whiteness of the snow made the city brighter than ever. Each office building discharged a constant stream of people clutching their collars tight at the throat. I joined the traffic that pressed against the sides of the buildings trying to get away from the stinging blast of air, watching them escape into the mouths of the kiosks.
I grabbed a cab, stayed in it until I reached Times Square, then got out and ducked into a bar for a quick beer. When I came out there were no empty cabs around so I started walking down Broadway toward Thirty-third. Every inch it was a fight against the snow and the crowd. My feet were soaked and the crease was out of my pants. Halfway there the light changed suddenly and the cars coming around the corner forced the pedestrians back on the curb.
Somebody must have slipped because there was a tinkle of glass then a splintering crash as the front came out of a store showcase on the corner. Those who jumped out of the way were crammed in by others who wanted to see what happened. A cop wormed in through the melee and stood in front of the window and I got out through the path he left behind him.
When I reached Thirty-third I turned east hoping to find a taxi to get over to the parking lot and decided to give it up as a bad job and walk the rest of the way after one more look.
I stepped out on the curb to look down the street when the plate glass in a window behind me twanged and split into a spider web of cracks. Nobody had touched it this time, either. A car engine roared and all I saw was the top half of a face looking out from the back window of a blue sedan and it was looking straight at me for a long second before it pulled out of sight.
My eyes felt tight and my lips were pulled back over my teeth. My voice cut into the air and faces turned my way. Twice the same day, I said, right on Broadway, too. The crazy bastard, the crazy son-of-a-bitch!
I didnt remember getting to the car lot or driving out through traffic. I must have been muttering to myself because the drivers of cars that stopped alongside me at red lights would look over and shake their heads like I was nuts or something. Maybe I was. It scares me to be set up as a target right off the busiest street in the world.
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