"That"s good," I remarked. "Seeing "em do that."
"How so?"
"It means they like it here, feel comfortable enough to hang around to have some fun. It didn"t used to be that way." The atmosphere of the club was different with Gordy running things. There was still an air of risk about the joint, but now it was more in the line of forbidden fruit, rather than the imminent danger of getting killed.
"I guess," he said, watching the dance floor. Some of the men were leading girls onto it. Those girls left over danced with each other.
"What guess? It"s all your doing. This has become a cla.s.s place. It"s because of this club I want to try my hand at having one."
"Huh. It"s because of Bobbi."
No disagreements there. If not for her, a lot of things would be different for me, and Gordy wouldn"t still be alive.
We both owed her.
"She won"t be doing clubs forever," he added.
"So you"ve said." I felt a tug inside. Sadness and pride rolled around in my gut. I loved her, and knew she loved me, but if she was going places and moving up, I couldn"t hold her back. To do so would be to lose her.
Archy Grant had Bobbi on his arm and was taking her down to the dance floor. I kept a wary eye on things, but he behaved himself and didn"t hold her too closely. Good. He was either too smart to try anything with her, or had determined that she was unavailable. Or maybe he"d wait until her inconvenient boyfriend was out of sight. If he thought by having her on his show he could expect her to be grateful beyond just saying thank you, he had another think coming.
At the table Adelle kept Gil Dalhauser company; Ike was busy dancing with a chorus girl.
"Is Dalhauser in their group?" I asked.
"In a left-handed sort of way."
"I heard he"s in the trucking unions."
"He works one. Coal hauling. Almost legit. His company sponsors Archy"s show. Ike was the one to talk Gil into backing the Variety Hour."
That explained all the coal commercials during the station breaks. "Everyone in each other"s pockets."
"It"s the way things work, kid."
"Dalhauser don"t look like he"s having much of a good time."
"He don"t have to. He"s just keeping an eye on his a.s.sets."
"Then he must be blind. A woman like Adelle Taylor sitting right there and he looks like he swallowed a bad lemon." "He"s not moving in on Grant"s territory, is all."
But Grant didn"t act like he cared and seemed oblivious to everything but Bobbi as he floated across the floor with her. I couldn"t blame him much, she was a knockout and then some. Adelle"s gaze strayed to him now and then, but not in an obvious way. She would make an extraordinary poker player with that air of supreme indifference, except that a sharp person could see she was wearing it like a fur coat in the summer. All I saw in her eyes was pain.
"Later," said Gordy, excusing himself. He went back to the table and spoke to Adelle. She smiled up at him in a brittle way and took his offered arm. The music was down to a slow waltz, which suited him. For a big man he moved well, but anything faster might have strained his dignity. He led her around the floor, managing to look graceful rather than ponderous. Adelle"s tension eased, and by the end of the dance she was laughing again. Who"da thought he had it in him?
I thought of cutting in on Bobbi and Grant, but held off. She looked past him and caught my eye, but only winked and smiled. If she"d wanted a rescue she would have mouthed the word "help" and made a face.
Which left me at loose ends, but not bored. From this perch it was like watching a fishbowl. People were still grazing at the food table and making serious headway in exhausting the supply of booze. This inspired louder-than- normal talk and laughter, but no one seemed to mind, even the bouncers looked relaxed, and a few of them had already paired off with some of the chorus. One little redhead was receiving more than her share of attention from two of the bigger guys and seemed to be having trouble making up her mind.
When the waltz ended and the band started up with something faster, Gordy escorted Adelle toward the wings. I wondered if he was going to give her a tour of the renovated backstage or give her the business. Maybe both. I wished him luck.
Ike LaCelle cut in on Grant and took Bobbi away for a few turns. Some of the extra girls threw hopeful looks at Grant, but he headed back to the table to finish his drink. He nodded at Dalhauser, who had not moved, and said something to him. Dalhauser"s eyes flashed once in my direction, then moved on. Grant was a little too careful about not glancing my way.
I could figure that Grant was wondering who the h.e.l.l I was in the setup of things, and any interest he had in me was linked to his interest in Bobbi. Dalhauser couldn"t tell him much, only that I was a regular at the joint and for reasons unknown could see Gordy anytime I wanted. There were plenty of other wiseguys who would like to know how I managed that.
Fine, let "em all guess. No one would believe the truth of it, anyway.
I saw Bobbi"s face as she peered past Ike LaCelle"s shoulder. He wasn"t doing the fox-trot so much as dragging her around in time to the music. She raised both eyebrows high and showed her teeth at me in a kind of sickly grimace.
Jack-to-the-rescue time.
The song ended just as I made it down there; my cutting-in operation went so smoothly Ike didn"t know what hit him. Before he could get wise, one of the hardier-or more-determined-to-further-her-career-girls found her way into his grip and off they went. Between the two of them I wasn"t sure who was trying to lead.
"You drifted clear in a quiet way," said Bobbi, melting into my arms as we made slow turns.
"From the table? Well, yeah. You and Adelle started speaking in that foreign language."
"On the fashion designers?"
"Sounded like a bunch of pa.s.swords to get into a speakeasy to me." I led her gently to the left, looking over her head. Grant and Dalhauser were still talking. "How did you get on with Archy?"
"Do you mean did he ask me for a date?" She giggled at my reaction. "Yes, he did."
"And him engaged and all. He should be ashamed of himself."
"I don"t think he knows the meaning of the word, but he did ask very nicely."
"What was your answer?"
"That I don"t date guys I"m working for, and I gave Gordy as an example."
"Grant might think you"ll date him after the singing job is finished."
"No, he was smart enough to get my meaning. After that he changed subjects. We talked about his work, then about my work, and eventually he brought it around to talking about you."
"He brought it around?"
"Took him a while, but he managed. Once I was onto his game it was quite entertaining to see him play."
"What"d you tell him?"
"Only that I thought you were terrific, but he wasn"t interested in that."
"What then?"
"Where you came from, what you do. I said you were a writer from Ohio; it seemed the most harmless answer."
"Don"t bet on it."
"I don"t think he believed me, anyway. Did I do wrong?"
"Never. He probably thinks I"m a jobless gigolo living off my rich and famous girlfriend."
"I"m not rich and famous."
"Not yet, you aren"t. After next week, who knows?"
"I can hope so. You going to tell him different?"
"No, if he"s so interested in my life, he can ask me for himself."
"Maybe he wants to date you," she joked.
I gave her a c.o.c.keyed look. "Then you should introduce Archy to your costar."
"Not necessary. He does all right for himself." She nodded toward the remnants of the band. "Bill" was crooning a love song, but directing it toward the trombone player, not the dancers.
"Are they all... ?"
"Yes, dear. That"s why they didn"t want to go home. Lonely is lonely no matter who you are."
She had that pegged solid. I held her closer and counted my blessings. Somehow they all had to do with Bobbi.
"This shopping with Adelle, is it part of your business deal?"
"No, just being friends, though it"s not without ulterior motive-on her part."
"What does she want?"
"You know the saying about keeping your friends close and enemies closer?"
"Sort of. It sounds like something Charles would come out with."
"I got it from him. That"s what Adelle"s trying to do."
I swung to the left, then to the right, and realized I"d lost the rhythm. "Say that again until it makes sense to me."
"She sees me as a threat to her place with Archy. Making friends with me might lessen the danger."
"I think I get it."
"So will she. Before the day is out I"ll make sure she knows I"m not after Archy and will discourage any move he makes in my direction. She"ll be rea.s.sured and then we can be real friends."
"She"s going to a lot of trouble for a guy who doesn"t seem to care much for her."
"But she cares for him-in a big way. They"re not officially engaged, that"s just the rumor. I think she can do better for herself, but she"s too scared to try."
"Scared? Her?"
"She"s pushing forty, darling, in a fickle line of work, and unmarried. She"s terrified."
"You"re kidding. She couldn"t be forty."
"It can"t be too far off. She was doing movies back when they were shooting stuff in New Jersey. By the time sound came along she was still only getting bit parts. She"s been out to Hollywood, but I heard all they"d offer her were chorus parts in one-reelers. The only close-ups she ever got was when they smacked a cream pie in her face. This job with Archy is her last chance to make a name for herself."
"She"s doing what you"re hoping to do." But Bobbi was much younger and more likely to get spotted. "And I gotta do it faster or in a couple of years I"ll be in the same boat as Adelle: background chorus work or character parts playing the star"s mother."
I"d heard it all before during our long talks in the dark when Bobbi told me of her dreams for the future. According to the movies, all women were either young and glamorous or old, overdressed biddies.
"I can help you there," I said. More than once I"d offered to place my own talents at her service. "All I gotta do is have a quick word with Archy and you could be a regular on his show like Adelle."
"I know." The way she said it, so neutral, so closed off, made me lose step again.
"Or... I could go outside and jump in the lake. I"ve tried kicking myself, but it doesn"t work so good."
"Oh, Jack, I appreciate you trying to help me with this, I really do-"
"But it"s not the way you want to win."
"Exactly."
"Look, it"s not that you won"t win on your own merits, all you need is to get in front of an audience for five minutes and let them fall in love with you. What I"m thinking is that I just fix it so you have the opportunity to get in front of them in the first place." We"d had this talk time and time again. "It"s not cheating for me to hypnotize someone like Archy into giving you a real break. Cheating would be for me to hypnotize everyone in the audience into calling for more, and that"s something you do yourself."
She opened and shut her mouth once or twice, then sighed and shook her head, caught halfway between exasperation and affection. "You"re a fast-talking nut, Jack, and I love you dearly, but no."
I knew when to back off. "Well, the offer"s always there if you ever want to take it."
"Thank you."
"You won"t forget?"
"No, not if you"ll promise me something."
"Name it."
"That you won"t do anything like that and keep it from me."
"But I"d never-"
"Promise?"
I could have gotten annoyed that she would think I"d do anything like that, but considering the guy she"d been with before, I couldn"t blame her for needing the rea.s.surance. Besides, when she looked at me like that I"d have gone over Niagara in a leaky barrel full of bricks for her. "Cross my heart and hope to-"
"Oh, jeez, pick another!" She stopped cold, eyes wide. She"d spoken loud enough to draw attention, but had no mind for anyone staring at us.
"-not spit in the wind," I finished lamely.
She stared for a second longer, then fought to relax. "I"m sorry. It"s crazy of me to be like this, but-"