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I asked her--it sounded sort of awful, after
I'd said it.
"Yeah." She was walking all around the room. She picked up the menu off the
desk and read it.
"What do you do during the day?"
She sort of shrugged her shoulders. She was pretty skinny. "Sleep. Go to the
show." She put down the menu and looked at me. "Let's go, hey. I haven't got all--"
"Look," I said. "I don't feel very much like myself tonight. I've had a rough night.
Honest to God. I'll pay you and all, but do you mind very much if we don't do it? Do you
mind very much?" The trouble was, I just didn't want to do it. I felt more depressed than
sexy, if you want to know the truth. She was depressing. Her green dress hanging in the
closet and all. And besides, I don't think I could ever do it with somebody that sits in a
stupid movie all day long. I really don't think I could.
She came over to me, with this funny look on her face, like as if she didn't believe
me. "What'sa matter?" she said.
"Nothing's the matter." Boy, was I getting nervous. "The thing is, I had an
operation very recently."
"Yeah? Where?"
"On my wuddayacallit--my clavichord."
"Yeah? Where the hell's that?"
"The clavichord?" I said. "Well, actually, it's in the spinal canal. I mean it's quite a
ways down in the spinal canal."
"Yeah?" she said. "That's tough." Then she sat down on my goddam lap. "You're
cute."
She made me so nervous, I just kept on lying my head off. "I'm still recuperating,"
I told her.
"You look like a guy in the movies. You know. Whosis. You know who I mean.
What the heck's his name?"
"I don't know," I said. She wouldn't get off my goddam lap.
"Sure you know. He was in that pitcher with Mel-vine Douglas? The one that was
Mel-vine Douglas's kid brother? That falls off this boat? You know who I mean."
"No, I don't. I go to the movies as seldom as I can."
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Then she started getting funny. Crude and all.
"Do you mind cutting it out?" I said. "I'm not in the mood, I just told you. I just
had an operation."
She didn't get up from my lap or anything, but she gave me this terrifically dirty
look. "Listen," she said. "I was sleepin' when that crazy Maurice woke me up. If you
think I'm--"
"I said I'd pay you for coming and all. I really will. I have plenty of dough. It's
just that I'm practically just recovering from a very serious--"
"What the heck did you tell that crazy Maurice you wanted a girl for, then? If you
just had a goddam operation on your goddam wuddayacallit. Huh?"
"I thought I'd be feeling a lot better than I do. I was a little premature in my
calculations. No kidding. I'm sorry. If you'll just get up a second, I'll get my wallet. I
mean it."
She was sore as hell, but she got up off my goddam lap so that I could go over and
get my wallet off the chiffonier. I took out a five-dollar bill and handed it to her. "Thanks
a lot," I told her. "Thanks a million."
"This is a five. It costs ten."
She was getting funny, you could tell. I was afraid something like that would
happen--I really was.
"Maurice said five," I told her. "He said fifteen till noon and only five for a
throw."
"Ten for a throw."
"He said five. I'm sorry--I really am--but that's all I'm gonna shell out."
She sort of shrugged her shoulders, the way she did before, and then she said,
very cold, "Do you mind getting me my frock?