"And?"
The waitress came back and put the check down.
"I"m sick of sitting here,"" Ginger said. "Let"s get out of here."
I paid the check and we were on the street again. The weather was pleasant. Warm enough for Ginger"s skirt and sleeveless sequined top.
"Anywhere you want to go?" I said "Someplace else," she said.
"How about the zoo?" I said.
She glanced around Times Square. "How different can it be," she said.
I got us a cab and we rode in silence to Central Park. The cabbie dropped us at Columbus Circle and we walked across the park, east, toward the zoo. Ginger"s costume looked less appropriate in the park, but no one seemed to notice. New York offers the gift of loneliness, E. B. White had said once.
We were standing in front of the polar bear cage when I said again, "And?"
Ginger seemed startled. "And what?" she said.
"And you met Rambeaux, what then?"
She looked at her watch. "You gonna pay, me some more?"
"Yes," I said. "Just leave the meter running. I"ll pay you for all the time it takes."
She nodded. She looked at the bear. "You think he likes it in there?"
"No," I said. "I think he"d rather be up on the polar ice cap hotfooting it after a seal. What happened after you met Sweet Robert?"
"I came to New York with him."
"Because?"
"Because I came."
"Better money?" I said.
She was watching the bear. "Something like that," she said.
"Was it that?"
She still watched the bear. I watched him too. He had a beer keg in the water with him and he mauled it and rolled over it, taking it under and letting it pop up. It wasn"t much but what the h.e.l.l else was there to do?
After a long time, Ginger said, "No."
"It wasn"t money?"
"No."
"It was love," I said.
"I"m sick of looking at this f.u.c.king bear," she said.
"Sure."
We moved toward the monkey house. In front of a cage full of capuchin monkeys Ginger turned and leaned her f.a.n.n.y on the railing and said, "Yeah. It was love."
"Better reason than money," I said.
"Bulls.h.i.t," Ginger said. "Men think s.h.i.t like that. Women don"t."
"Hard to generalize," I said. "What happened when you got to New York?"
"He put me on the street."
"Now, that"s love," I said.
Ginger looked past me at the monkeys in the cage across the aisle. She didn"t say anything.
"Sorry," I said.
She looked back at me silently and nodded. "So you were on the street."
"Robert was studying music and he needed time and so I split my money with him."
"And what did he contribute?"
"I thought he loved me," Ginger said. "And he was protection."
"Against what?"
"Whatever. He"d hang around in case the john was freaky. Or tried to rip us off. Make sure I came out when I was supposed to. Stuff like that."
We walked toward the lions. On the other side of the pit was a guy selling popcorn. "You want some?" I said.
"Sure," Ginger said.
I left her leaning on the railing looking at the lions and walked over to the popcorn cart. When I came back two teenage Hispanic kids were talking to her. The heavier of them made a kissing sound with his lips and rubbed his thumb across his fingertips. He had on a yellow silk jacket. I handed Ginger the popcorn. And looked at the two kids.
"She wit" you, man?"
I nodded.
"We thought she was alone, man." Both kids were much shorter than I was and I was looking down at them. Always effective. I kept looking. The kid in the yellow jacket shrugged and he and his pal swaggered away.
"I"m impressed," Ginger said.
"At what?"
"You. You must be fairly scary. Kids like that aren"t normally scared of anything."
"They are, they pretend they"re not," I said.
"With you they didn"t pretend. They must have seen something."
"They probably sensed I am pure of heart," I said. "What happened? How come you"re not in a cla.s.sy call house? Why"d he turn you out on the street?"
She shrugged again. In the strong sunlight there were small wrinkles around her eyes. Her makeup looked harsh.
"He says I"m shopworn," she said. I raised my eyebrows.
She nodded and ate some popcorn. She held the box out toward me. I shook my head. "So Rambeaux moved you down scale."
"Un huh. A lot less money per trick."
"So more tricks," I said.
"Robert"s tuition payments didn"t drop," she said.
"They never will," I said.
"Tell me something I don"t know," Ginger said.
"And when you get a little more shopworn?"
"There"s a place in Miami," she said, "where the girls never get out of bed. Guys get fifteen minutes, by the clock, then a bell rings and they gotta get off, and the next guy gets on."
"A little short on foreplay," I said.
"It"s a living," Ginger said.
"No," I said. "It isn"t."
7.
We were in a place on Seventh Avenue called Freddy"s, sitting at the bar. Ginger was drinking a Tequila Sunrise.
"Robert doesn"t check me during the day," Ginger said. "He has an idea how much I should average, I don"t come up with it and he gets sort of nasty."
I had a draft beer. I took a small sip. It was only two in the afternoon. I had a long day ahead.
"So he don"t care. I"ll give him a nice take for today. He don"t care if I earn it f.u.c.king or talking."
"Except about him," I said.
Ginger"s eyes got rounder and she stared at me. "He won"t know that," she said.
"Not from me," I said.
She drank some more of her drink, and looked at the bartender. He nodded and brought her another one.
"He can be awful mean," Ginger said.
"Musicians are sensitive," I said. "They"re easily upset."
"s.h.i.t," Ginger said. There was a big purple bruise on her upper right arm. But she had that kind of pale northern European skin that bruises easily and she may have earned the bruise in plying her trade.
"You like this work, Ginger?"
She laughed silently. "You from Social Services?"
"So it"s a corny question. I still want to know. You like the work?"
Ginger examined the surface tension on her Tequila Sunrise. She took a deep breath, and let it out. "I used to," she said. "I"d turn maybe ten tricks a day. Okay guys. Clean. Wives out in the suburbs. No trouble."
"Good money?"
"Yeah, great. Fifty to a hundred thousand a year. A lot of the tricks were party stuff. Guy wanted to get it on with two of us. Guy wanted to do some c.o.ke, drink some booze." She motioned to the bartender for another Sunrise. "Sometimes they"d get so blown away they couldn"t even get it up." The bartender brought the drink. I stayed with my beer, a sip at a time. "Lot of them couldn"t get it up even sober. Want to watch a couple of girls french each other. So okay, fine with me. Dough"s the same whatever I"m eating, you know?" Ginger finished her drink and picked up the new one. The bar was quiet in the midafternoon, dark and cool and full of the dull gleam of bottles and mahogany and bra.s.s and Naugahyde.
"You got a cigarette?" Ginger said.
"No, but I can buy some."
"Yeah. Marlboros in a box."
The bartender gave us the cigarettes. Ginger took one out. The bartender lit it for her and left the matches. Ginger took a long drag. "I only smoke when I"m drinking," she said.
"It might be nice with something cool," I said.
She nodded, looking past me toward the window where the light from Seventh Avenue filtered through the tinted gla.s.s.
"A lot of them like to be chained," she said. "They"d crawl around and bark like a dog and get off in their pants." Ginger snorted a humorless kind of snort. "a.s.sholes," she said. "They"d want you to spank them." She shook her head, listening to herself talk. Not paying me much attention. "Not many good bodies. Mostly fat, white, lot of them had hairy backs." She looked at me. "You probably got a good body," she said.
"Schwarzenegger," I said. "Think Arnold Schwarzenegger."
"You scared h.e.l.l out of those two spick kids," she said.
"You still like the work?" I said.
"It"s work," she said. "What the h.e.l.l else can I do?"
"Tend bar," I said.