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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."
"And Hollywood didn't work out."
"It could have. I enjoyed it when I did work. But I had to
support myself so I got this job, and the job took over my life.
Had to be upwardly mobile, you see. Now here I am in Chicago. I
guess the next step is New York."


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"Ever act locally?"
"I don't have the time, anymore. Maybe after this job I'll be
able to save up enough . . ." She shrugged, finished her drink.
"I'll be right back," she said, standing up. "I've got to find the
little girl's room." She walked off, her hips swaying back and
forth, back and forth.
"I've got to get out of here," Jack mumbled to himself. He
looked at his watch. It was almost 9 o'clock, he should have
called his wife. She was going to be worried. Jack started to get
off the barstool but stopped, hanging on the edge. He pulled
himself back up, settling back in. He couldn't call her. He had no
idea of what to tell her.
This is bad, he thought. This is no longer innocent. I've got
to go. Still, he didn't move. It felt safe, it felt like he'd
escaped the pressures, that they couldn't find him where he was.
Christie walked around the corner and right up to him, putting her
arms around his neck and kissing him. When she pulled back she
showed him something in her hand, a hotel key with a bright orange