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thinks I am. all I got is a bad temper. But it makes her feel like she's
breaking the rules herself. You know how that makes me feel?"
He didn't really want an answer, so I kept my mouth shut.
"She's got everything now and will have more of that when her dad goes. Maybe
I'd have a chance if she didn't have so much."
"You don't want a rich wife?"
The money doesn't matter to me, it's hers. I'd be working my own way no matter
what. What it isЕ I dunno. it just gets between us somehow. Like with this." He
gestured at the I lavish front of the club. "I wouldn't come to a place like
this in I a million years, but she's here and she expects me to be here, I so I
come."
"No taste for the high life?"
"Too much of a good thing. I love strawberry ice cream, but I don't eat it till
I'm sick. Marian would, and she'd insist that everyone else do the same."
The more I learned about Marian, the happier I was at ditching her, but Summers
was genuinely miserable. He saw her faults and still wanted her, which could add
up to a bleak future. We can't always choose whom we're going to fall for, and I
felt sorry for the guy.
"Guess I'll be running," I said.
"WaitЕ"
"Yeah?"
"If you see her, tell her I said I was sorry."
I looked up at the brightly lit entry doors to the club. Marian was just
starting to come through them. Her step was brisk and she wore a determined look
on her delicate face. "Right, but maybe you should tell her yourself. See you
around."
I ducked down among the cars before he could stop me again. In the general
darkness, she might not have been able to spot me from the club. A second later,
nobody could see me at all, and I floated off with the wind. When enough
distance and time passed, I went solid and kept walking until I reached the rear
of the building. At the top of some wooden steps was a metal fire door that
could only be opened from the inside. I had to sieve in around the door, using
the extremely thin space between its dense metal and the jamb.
No one seemed to be around. I materialized under a dim red exit light and
ditched my nearly forgotten cigarette in a bucket of sand hanging on the wall. I
rarely smoked the things anymore; my lungs didn't like them, but they made
useful social props.
The band blared away in front of me, masked off from the backstage area by a
silver curtain. It was flimsy enough to see through when the lights were up on
the other side. A dozen girls wearing strategic bits of tinsel and tap shoes
were trying to beat holes in the dance floor, an encouraging sight, because it
meant Bobbi would be in her dressing room. I didn't waste any more time.
She said "Come in" to my knock. This time I turned the knob and walked through
like a normal person. Bobbi was at the dressing table checking her makeup, a
glowing oasis of platinum blond sanity in an otherwise screwy evening.
In the light-lined mirror she saw the door open and shut all by itself. Her wide
hazel eyes blinked once in puzzlement, and then she broke into a smile.
"Jack!" She turned around so she could see me and opened her arms. I did what I
could to fill them, half lifting her from the padded satin chair she'd been
perched on. We were pretty incoherent for the next few minutes until she