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exciting hair you have.Ф
УReally!Ф Jameson grinned broadly. УWho says you canТt get a good two-dollar
haircut anymore?Ф
УNot me.Ф
УI trust my barber,Ф he said sincerely.
УItТs trust well placed, Mr. Jameson.Ф
He displayed his teeth, stained yellow from cigar smoking. УCall me Jonah.Ф
For the second time in the afternoon, John Jameson went slack-jawed. His father
fired him a look. УWhat are you gaping at? HavenТt you ever seen two people
bonding before?Ф
УYes,Ф said John cautiously. УItТs justЕ you were never one of them.Ф
Jameson waved him off dismissively and turned his attention back to Mary Jane.
УWhere did you two meet?Ф
УWell, actually, I bet you can figure it out, Jonah,Ф Mary Jane said
challengingly. УYou know IТm an actress. So what do most actresses spend most of
their time doing to make a living?Ф
УWaiting tables,Ф Jonah replied instantly. He glanced from one to the other.
УYou met her when she was working at a restaurant?Ф
УYouТre amazing,Ф Mary Jane said, and turned to John. УIsnТt he amazing, John?Ф
As far as John was concerned, Mary Jane was the amazing one.
УActually,Ф Mary Jane continued, Уit was more than just Сmeeting.Т John bailed
me out of a rather dicey situationЕ
Mary Jane had had it.
It was bad enough waitressing at a dive like the Moondance, knowing that only
the money passed under the table was keeping the Board of Health from closing
the place down. Bad enough that the food was for crap and that the boss,
Enrique, was constantly on her case.
But when the burly trucker reached over and pinched her backside for the third
time in five minutes as she went past, that was it. Mary Jane spun, glared at
him, and dumped a plate of spaghetti into his lap.
The guy leaped to his feet with a strangled yelp, and Enrique bolted out of the
kitchen in response to the shout. Mary Jane stood in front of the trucker, arms
folded, looking defiant.
УYou did that on purpose!Ф he bellowed.
УIt slipped,Ф Mary Jane said, but she didnТt sound convincing, nor was she
trying to.
УYou apologize to the man, right now!Ф Enrique told her. When she hesitated, he
shouted in her face, УDo it, or youТre out of here!Ф
She hesitated, her resistance beginning to slip. And then a calm, commanding
voice said, УDonТt do it.Ф
Mary Jane looked in the direction of the speaker. He had been sitting on a stool
at the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. But now he was standing and walking
toward the situation with a confident grace. УDonТt apologize. He had it coming,
and if you say youТre sorry when you know youТre not, youТll only regret it.Ф
УHowТd you like to have a big piece of regret?Ф challenged the trucker. He took
a step toward the man who had spoken. УThis ainТt your business.Ф
The man reached into his jacket, pulled out an official-looking I.D. and flipped
it open. УThreatening an agent of the FBI is a federal offense, friend.Ф Then he
snapped it closed.
The trucker promptly seemed to wither as he stepped back and said, УYeah, wellЕ