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heavy, thick, and stayed cold. He ordered double martinis for both
of them and wondered how he was going to explain this to his wife.
"This is so nice of you," Christie was telling him. "I hope
you're not mad at me."
"No, I'm not mad." Truth was he wasn't; the shock of the
situation had knocked him out of his rut. Not only was she paying
for the drinks, there was a good chance her insurance company
might pay off the car.
Christie's hair hung in wet, blond spikes down over her face.
Her mascara had run just a little, and somehow it was sexy,
intimate. Jack didn't want her to fix it. He only half-listened as
she explained over and over again about the rental car, and how
she had wrecked. He felt light, relaxed. They ordered drinks
again, and then again.
At some hazy point Jack noticed a change. Christie had
started picking invisible flecks of lint off his suit, and he had
been compelled to compliment her on her ear rings, and then the
color of her eyes. They had admitted to each other verbally and
openly that they were getting along quite well. Jack knew these
were the warning signs, but he was ignoring them. He was quite
conscious of himself ignoring them, but he couldn't bring himself
to care. It's like nitrogen narcosis, he thought. Drunk on air,
oblivious to immediate danger. He put his fourth martini glass
down, empty, and thought he'd had enough. I should be leaving, he
thought. I should go call my wife. Instead he sat there, letting
it continue.
They were facing each other on the bar stools. Their legs
were touching. She leaned forward and kissed him. "We have a lot
in common," she said. "We both want to be somewhere else."
Jack thought, In bed?
"You want to be diving again, and I always wanted to act. You
know, this is neat. I feel like I've known you for a long time."
"Same here," Jack said. "I feel it too." He did, vaguely. He
didn't know if he felt that way simply because she suggested it,
but it was there.
"I spent several years in Hollywood, you know, trying to be
'discovered.' I got a few jobs doing commercials, nothing much."
The bar tender wanted to know if they wanted more. Christie
ordered refills without asking Jack. Jack thought, what the hell,
one more is okay. "You ever been married?"
"Yes. I married a born-again Christian. That was a long time
ago, I was too young to get married."
Jack waited for her to ask about his marriage. She didn't.
"Any children?" he asked.
"No. When I was married I got pregnant. I couldn't handle it,
I freaked out. I had too many plans, too much to do, you know?
That's when I left him. I left him, got an abortion, moved out to
Hollywood. When the divorce went through I didn't even get alimony
. . . but I left him, he didn't leave me. I didn't care, really, I
was just glad to get out of it."