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Show 129 parking beneath it, then put it back, about the cable cars and the Presidio and working swing shift in the shipyards. I'd never been top dog before and it was like a shot of horse in the arm. I was flying. We laughed a lot and finally ate and laughed more. Cathy said to hell with the dishes, she wanted to go down to The Swamp to dance. Kate didn't want to go and there was a big over-blown discussion between her and us. Finally she sat down and folded her arms. "No. But you go on. You too, Chess. Please do." "Not without you." "I'm not up to it. Everybody knows I'm separated and getting a divorce Every man there will think I'm fair game." So Rex and Cathy left and I stayed behind with her. She got a glass of ice water and sat down in the easy chair. I looked down at her. "You feel safe with me, huh?" "Sure." "Maybe you shouldn't." "Oh?" She looked up at me, just how I didn't know. I made a whiskey and Coke for myself but nothing for her. She got tight too fast, she had said, and sometimes sick, and so didn't drink at all. In the winter she lost her summer tan quickly and her skin seemed very white, especially with her black hair. No, she was not beautiful with her tall, hooked nose, with her ordinary mouth and a chin just slightly pointed, but that only emphasized all the more how powerful her grey eyes were, how irresistible her smile. I wondered if I should ask her to join me on the couch; instead I flipped my partial out of its place and let it run free in my mouth. Click, click. "You still drawing horses and stuff?" |
