"She won"t do anything. She wants her money too. Who else would take her bottom floor and pay what I do?"
"You sure about that? I think it"s time to go someplace else for a while is what I think. But you think about it while I"m out. You focus on it without getting high first, if you can, and when I come back you tell me what you came up with, okay?"
She had to know how he"d feel, didn"t she? Hadn"t he jumped out of bed right after she said it and volunteered to go shopping with her? But she insisted she wanted to go alone so he could think, in other words, worry. That was Rina in a nutsh.e.l.l-Runaway Rina he"d nicknamed her in his mind a long time ago-who"d run away from home as a teenager, and never came back first from Vineland to Atlantic City, then from A.C. to San Francisco, and finally from New York with him to Fort Lee. Come to think of it, his own mother would sometimes leave or threaten to leave him and his father too, whenever she wanted to get back at them for some perceived deficiency or slight, of which the world had no end, of course-so why take the lackings of the world out on your family? The vibrating was getting worse and he was feeling more and more cold. He pulled the blankets up on his shoulders and tried to get warm.
He thought of something else then. A woman who looked like Rina could do anything and might well be doing it right now with anybody. He pictured her b.r.e.a.s.t.s-smallish but with oversized nipples, when they erected. He"d never seen nipples like that before, and knew he never would again. They were once-in-a-lifetime nipples-he was only thirty-four but he already knew that. The first time he saw them erect he"d nearly come just from looking at them. How could she have done him the way she did just a few hours ago and then gotten angry enough that she"d leave him like this? There was no logic with Rina, ever, so he could never relax with her. The slightest thing could upset her and then he"d worry that she"d leave him or else screw someone else, which amounted to the same thing.
He got out of bed and took a Quaalude from the bureau. What would his father have done in this situation? He"d been with his own Rina all those years. Of course it was absurd to compare himself to his father who was so much more mature and honest and who barely even drank, much less took any drugs. His father was emotionally strong all right, in a way he never could be. He"d stayed over forty years with Stacy"s mother-a woman he should have left but didn"t. What hadn"t he endured? The death of his parents, his brothers and sister. Career frustration, raising two difficult children, especially him. But never drank, never really complained, even after his stroke from which he finally pa.s.sed. He always tried to help everyone, particularly his hypochondriacal wife. Never cheated either and even quit smoking on his own at the age of sixty-two.
His father was physically strong too. Once during a family vacation in Atlantic City when he was only seven or eight, he went in the ocean holding his father"s hand because the waves were big, enormous to his child"s eye and stronger than any water he"d ever felt. It was a little scary because he couldn"t really swim much then and when the waves came they"d crash over his head and knock him down. But his father never stopped holding his hand. He could feel his hand underwater as if it were stronger than the surf, then feel and see it again when he emerged from below. He remembered laughing, squealing with delight, and his father laughing too, only letting go of his hand when they reached the sand in front of the boardwalk.
How exciting yet strangely innocent the boardwalk was then! Little kids ran freely up and down it laughing and yelling and carrying their cotton candy like magic wands. There was a funhouse then, around where the Taj Mahal was now, and horses still dove into the ocean from the old steel pier. One time his family went to the Miss America pageant and he picked the winner, young as he was, Miss Ohio, which made his mother marvel at him. Still, what he remembered most was jumping the waves with his father, holding his hand firmly as they crashed over him.
But this was becoming too painful to think about. What was the point of getting things you loved if you could never get them back again, if you could only lose them, as if life was nothing but an extended game of hide-and-seek? And now Rina was playing another form of hide-and-seek with him.
He decided not to wait for the Quaalude to hit and began smoking the joint he"d left for her on the bureau. It was the right decision, he said to himself, as he finally lay back under the blankets.
When she walked into the tiny kitchen carrying the groceries he was still lying down pretending not to be high. She began putting the food away quickly and didn"t answer him when he said h.e.l.lo.
"So did you do some thinking?" she finally said, coming into the room at last.
"Yah, I did."
She stood in front of him dressed in her tight blue jeans, staring at him, waiting.
"How"d you like to go to Atlantic City?" he said.
They were driving at least five miles under the speed limit so they wouldn"t risk being stopped (not trusting the landlady, they"d decided to bring their whole stash with them) when he sensed something, a kind of tense quiet that permeated the closed-in s.p.a.ce of the car. For a minute he debated whether to ask her what it was-always a dangerous question these days. If only she"d followed his advice and taken a hit before they left or at least had a Xanax, but she was stubborn that way. She was trying to set an example. He turned on a rock radio station he thought she"d like (he would have preferred jazz or cla.s.sical), but her mood didn"t change. That was her method when she wanted to talk about something-to just disappear into a cone of silence until he couldn"t take it anymore.
"You"re being pretty quiet," he said, deciding to play it halfway.
"I"m just wondering about things."
"What things?"
"I"m wondering why Atlantic City? Why exactly are we going there?"
"I thought you liked to go swimming, you always did before."
"I do like swimming but there are plenty of other places we could go on the sh.o.r.e where we could swim."
"It"s the same ocean, isn"t it? And Atlantic City has the boardwalk."
"So you think we have the money to stay in a hotel there?"
"I told you not to worry about money, baby. We can afford to stay there for at least a few nights."
"And I guess you don"t plan to do much gambling then?"
"Not if you don"t want me to," he said, silently congratulating himself, not only on his answer, but because he thought he really meant it. "So have I answered all your questions?"
"Some of them."
"Only some of them?"
"I have issues with Atlantic City too, you know."
Then he remembered that she used to work as a dancer there (before they met in New York), and she might have done some hooking too. He"d never asked her too much about that. Atlantic City was also where she went first when she ran away; he could understand her mixed feelings.
"So what do you want? You want to forget all about it and just turn around?"
"I don"t see why we can"t go to a quieter place to swim and cool out and be together. Some place like Ventnor or Longport, that"s less tempting."
"What do you mean tempting? What would you be tempted to do?" he said, thinking of her dance routine again.
"I"m not tempted to do anything there. I was thinking of you."
"Me? Why me?"
"I don"t know. I can"t help thinking you"re planning a meeting with some big-shot dealer there. I"m afraid you"ll be tempted to make some kind of score."
He felt his heart beat but kept his cool. Could she somehow know about Ike? Ike had really seemed to care about him, especially after his father died, giving him some prime territory to deal in. A few months ago, in fact, he heard that lke had moved to Ventnor for a little peace and quiet. This was too good to be true, yet it was true. He could visit him in Ventnor and Rina couldn"t possibly object to that. He wouldn"t have to set foot in Atlantic City except to visit the beach where he"d swam with his father. He could meet Ike in a clean, family-oriented place where he could even bring Rina.
"Okay, we can stay in Ventnor," he said. "That"s cool."
She took his hand which in itself made it all worth it. "Thanks, sweetie," she said smiling.
"I like you, Stacy, you"re a good kid. Whenever you"re in Atlantic City you look me up and I"ll take care of you. You look me up and I"ll set you up, deal?"
That"s what Ike had said to him the last time he saw him, a few years ago in Harrah"s. There was always work from Ike and good money too. Sometimes he even gave him a girl and he"d get a free b.l.o.w. .j.o.b as a tip. Ike was a first-cla.s.s guy all around. He only dealt with the best people: first-rate dealers, hookers, and clients-all top of the line. Even when he"d moved to New York and started getting out of the business a little, Ike still kept in touch.
"Tough without your old man, huh?" he"d once said to Stacy, putting his arm around him in the Taj Mahal. "Wish my kid loved me the way you love him ... You know, Stacy, maybe you should go back to college. That"s what your old man wanted. He told me that more than once."
"Really?"
"Sure, you were always on his mind. He even told me once while we were playing bridge. Your old man was one h.e.l.l of a bridge player too."
"Did you ever tell him ... ?"
"About the work we do? Course not. You think I"m crazy? Your old man never suspected a thing. He was as innocent and pure as a child. I loved the guy like a brother. You let me set you up with something big-a one-time deal I"ll give to you instead of my own son, and then you go back and get your degree. Then we"ll see about your future."
Sure enough, in less than a month he"d set him up with a killer deal. "I offered a deal like this to my son Dominic, but he thinks he"s such a big shot in Vegas now that he don"t need this no more," Ike had said with bitterness. "Believe me, he"ll live to regret it."
So Stacy took the deal, although he never finished college.
He was remembering all this while Rina was sleeping next to him in the motel room in Ventnor. He wouldn"t postpone visiting Ike any longer. It was simply a question of explaining it to Rina. He was sure she"d be reasonable about it.
When he finally brought it up, they"d just come back from a swim, walking to their room with arms around each other"s waists, hands sometimes tapping each other"s bottoms. The ocean always had that kind of effect on him, and on her too. Once in the room they had s.e.x quickly-not even bothering to smoke first. He felt hot and happy and it seemed a good time to tell her (even though he was straight).
"So let me understand this," she said, "we"re here for what, three hours, we just finished making love, and you want to go out right now and see this old guy, who was a friend of your father"s?"
"I told you about Ike, he was like a father to me after my old man died."
"I wouldn"t say he was like a father to you. More like the G.o.dfather. He set you up big time in the business is what you mean, and now you want to work for him again. Isn"t that what this is about? I should have known that"s why you wanted to go to A.C."
"You"re way off, Rina, that"s not it at all."
"Oh, so you wanted to come here to make me happy, making me come back to where I was at the lowest point in my life. You can"t even bear to hear what happened to me in A.C., can you? Not even to this day."
He turned away from her and looked at a sliver of the sky barely visible through the blinds. How could a sky be both blank and blue? He hated it when she was sarcastic and bitter. "You can tell me," he said, hoping she wouldn"t. "Really, you can tell me."
"Forget it," she shot back in her tough-girl voice, though when he turned back to look at her again her eyes were moist. "I"m not making that mistake again. I don"t need to tell you any of that s.h.i.t "cause I know it hurts you."
"Well, I didn"t bring you here to hurt you, either. You seemed like you wanted to come more than you didn"t. And I wasn"t even thinking about Ike when I suggested it, I swear. About your past, I guess I just blocked it out. I"m sorry."
"What were you really thinking about wanting to go to Atlantic City?" (She said the name of the place as if it were Afghanistan or North Korea.) "Well, number one, it"s an obvious place to go to for fun-not for you maybe, I understand, but in general-and second, I was thinking of my father and my family. We went to A.C. a lot when I was a kid. Those were good times for me, that"s all."
He briefly considered telling her how his father used to hold his hand in the water but decided not to.
"So you never thought of Ike at all?"
"I thought of him later. When you said you"d rather go to Ventnor or someplace like it, I remembered then that he lived there now."
"And that"s when you decided you had to see him?"
"Yeah, it grew on me. I miss him, that"s all. It"s not about dealing."
"So why"s he like you so much?"
"I don"t know. He has problems with his own son. His son"s about the only person in the business who had trouble working with him."
"But you said you were staying out of it. You said you were gonna get a real job or else finish school or both. You"ve said a lot of things to me."
"Said it and meant it. Look, why don"t you come with me to see him? See for yourself. It"s just about friendship, that"s all. But friendship"s a lot."
"No, I"m not gonna rain on your parade."
"Are you kidding? I want you to come. I"m proud of you. I wanna show you off, okay? I want you to get to know Ike. He doesn"t need me to push his merchandise. Believe me, the guy has a fleet of workers and behind them a fleet of wannabe workers."
"Oh geez, I"m so impressed. It"s almost like meeting Einstein, I guess."
"Come on, you don"t have to be sarcastic. I"m sure you"ll like him. And I really want you to come with me. I mean it."
She looked at him with a serious expression in her hazel-green eyes. It was strange. He had almost the same color eyes as her but hers expressed so many more emotions.
"I must need my head examined to stick with you."
"What?"
"What? You"re a drug dealer. You"re gonna get busted. Just like every dealer I"ve ever known. And you"re gonna get me busted too."
"What are you talking about?"
"I must love to have tragedies happen to me. They got a word for people like me?" she said, getting out of bed.
He stared at her body in awe. Couldn"t believe sometimes that she was his lover and knew then that he wanted her as his wife one day. But he couldn"t tell her yet. Maybe later on when they"d finally gone to Atlantic City.
"So what have you decided?" he said.
"I"m coming with you, you know that. But I gotta get ready first."
One other thing he loved about Rina, she always looked great when they went out. Not just good but appropriate for the occasion too. It took her a lot of time but it was worth it. This time it wasn"t so bad because he hadn"t smoked, which would make the time seem longer, but had taken a "lude he had in his pocket just to take the edge off waiting. Somehow Quaaludes and Atlantic City went together like a sunset over the ocean, he thought.
While she was primping, mostly with her hair and makeup, he found Ike"s address in his old address book. He wondered if he should call first but decided it would be more fun to surprise him. Then he wondered what he"d say if Ike wanted him to do a deal. Could he really say no to Ike? But anyway, that could wait for later. He knew Ike wouldn"t ask him in front of Rina, especially with her dressed kind of conservatively in a light pink dress and her brand-new beach shoes that she bought back in Fort Lee. She was a cla.s.sy woman and Ike appreciated cla.s.s. He was lucky, unimaginably lucky, to have Rina as his girl, he knew that. So what if she"d had to hook for a while years ago? The woman had been handed a nightmare life right from the start, her own father doing her when she was only twelve.
"How do I look?" she asked, emerging from the bathroom with a big smile.
"Like heaven."
"Now you"re the one who"s not talking," she said to him in the car.
They were less than a mile from Ike"s house and he was thinking how nice her perfume smelled and how nice it would be to smell her when they made love later and then, for a moment, wondering why he was visiting a criminal like Ike, however benevolent his personality might be.
"You feeling nervous about seeing him?"
He shrugged. "A little."
"Go ahead, have a hit. I"ll have one too. It won"t kill us."
"You mean that?"
"Yah, of course. I ain"t a cop. Pull over into that alleyway by the Italian restaurant. We can do it there."
They took their emergency traveling joint from the glove compartment, lit up, and each took two hits.
"It"s hard to stop, isn"t it?" he said. "When the pot"s so good."
"We can do the rest later, after we see Ike," she said, suddenly looking sad.
"What"s the matter baby?"
"You know, it isn"t easy for me even being near Atlantic City. You know why I went there in the first place, don"t you? I told you about my father."
"Yah, of course you told me."
"I mean, why"d he have to f.u.c.k me, huh? What kind of guy does that to his own daughter when I wasn"t even thirteen yet? He was already getting plenty of women on the side, you know, what"d he need me for?"