Part 21 (2/2)

She hadn't really freaked out. Just sat up straight and said, ”I don't think we'd better do this right now.” I would pay a fair bit of money to see Joanne Ranson freak out.

”And, no, we never slept together. I wanted someone who would be there in the morning and I never got the feeling from Micky that she would be. Not that I wasn't tempted, mind you. There are some things to be said for 'a no strings, let's f.u.c.k' affair. Now that I'm with Alex, I kind of regret that I didn't go ahead and get it over with.” Ranson was getting garrulous on my good Scotch.

”Get it over with?” Danny said what I was thinking.

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”It's hard not to see her and wonder what she might be like in bed.

I've seen her naked plenty of times changing for karate cla.s.s and I've always liked what I've seen.”

”Yeah, that's true,” Danny chuckled.

”If I weren't with Alex, I'd fool around with her. I've never slept with a woman taller than I am. It would be a nice change of pace.”

Well, girls, I'm available. As a matter of fact, Joanne, you're sitting on my face right now.

”I'm ready to get out of here,” Danny said. ”Elly will be home soon. Should we leave a thank-you note for the Scotch?”

”Let her wonder. She'll probably think she drank it herself,”

Ranson answered.

I heard the springs creak as Danny got up, then two sets of feet walking across my floor and out the door. The lock clicked shut and they were gone. I stayed under the couch with my ear to the floor until I heard the thud of the downstairs door closing.

I rolled out over my disheveled newspaper. I felt like a voyeur.

Because I was a voyeur. Tawdry came to mind. If I could have gotten out from under that couch without having to explain why I was avoiding them, I would have done it. I knew they, Ranson particularly, had a lot of questions. I also knew that I didn't have a lot of answers.

I didn't want to hear the things that they had said. I wanted...I didn't know what I wanted. Not to have hurt Danny the way I had. I was too young and callow, too worried about all the mud that had been tracked across my heart to notice that I had feet, too. And I walked on Danny. All she had done was want to love me. I remembered my dad loving me and he had died. I couldn't trust love to hold, to be there for me the next time.

My dad told me that my mother loved me, but she still left. Then he abandoned me in death. My Great-Aunt Harriet fell asleep one evening and never woke up. Even Smoky, my mongrel dog, left me under the wheels of a pickup that was going too fast.

Danny's still here. Still my friend. Would have loved me if she could have gotten past my terror.

What am I saying? I wasn't afraid of her. We just weren't right for each other. What happened wasn't something I had brought on.

But I had made sure that Danny would stop loving me. I knew that. I'd had such good lessons from Aunt Greta in being unlovable that * 147 *

it was easy. And if I had made Danny leave me... I stopped the thought.

It didn't matter.

I would think about tomorrow. I would think about getting Frankie Fitzsimmons out of the clutches of those gangsters and maybe to some place where a man could wear a dress if he felt like it. To make sure that there was some justice for Barbara Selby, no matter how slight.

I finished the bottle of Scotch that Danny and Ranson had started.

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CHAPTER 16.

Iwoke up early, before the two alarm clocks that I had set. Liquor sometimes does that to me. I got dressed, nice enough for the part of town that I was going to be in, but not so dressy that I couldn't move if I had to. I carried my gun, just in case.

My first stop was Frankie's apartment. I entered with the key he had given me. In the middle of the room were the two suitcases he had packed. I glanced at the chifforobe that had held the dresses. The door was open and it was empty. Were they packed or had he thrown them out, I wondered. I left, carrying the suitcases with me.

I had to lean on Torbin's buzzer for a long time before he finally answered in a sleepy voice. He was expecting me and buzzed me in when I announced myself. He lived on the first floor and had his head stuck out the door, waiting for me.

”You look like a sleepy racc.o.o.n, Tor,” I greeted.

”Oh, dear, I guess I forgot to take off my mascara before I went to bed,” he said as he ushered me in.

I kissed him on a smeared cheek. Torbin was the cousin that I got along with the best. The main reason being that he preferred to wear dresses and I preferred pants. We were also about the same size and could exchange clothes. When Torbin had been younger and less brazen, I would go shopping with him to try on the bras and underwear that he wanted to buy. If it fit me, it would fit him. We always used to kid that we weren't the black sheep of the family, but the lavender ones.

Torbin was now one of the biggest drag stars in the Quarter. I liked * 149 *

to think that I played my small part in those days of covert bras and lipstick. I couldn't think of a better place to leave Frankie.

We sat and drank coffee while I gave Torbin all the details, including that this caper just might be dangerous.

”Oh, honey, danger was Charlie finding those red, f.u.c.k-me pumps in my closet when I was fifteen.”

Uncle Charlie was Torbin's dad and had threatened to disown Torbin so many times that Torbin had started calling him Charlie because he couldn't keep track of whether or not to call him Dad.

”And me with my little smart mouth. I had to tell him I wouldn't try out for football because I didn't want to develop thick ankles. There was h.e.l.l to pay, with interest. I finally convinced him that I was doing it to some girl. Ugh! And that those shoes were hers. Size 10EE, no less.

Don't worry about danger, dear, darling, Micky. I'll get to see a lot of you in the next few days, and I do so hunger for the company of a real woman.”

I laughed and told him I wasn't sure if I qualified. He a.s.sured me I fit his definition of real and besides I was his favorite cousin to kiss.

Which says something about the rest of the cousins. Then I left, telling him I would see him later.

I headed uptown toward Jambalaya. I needed to get there for Frankie's lunch break.

I saw Milo leave, but he was headed in the opposite direction, at a fast pace. I didn't like the urgency in his walk. Where was Frankie? I kept looking at my watch, the image of an impatient secretary waiting for her lunch date as I watched the people go by, a hurrying lunchtime crowd.

Frankie came out looking nervously around, then almost ran down the street. I hurried, walking as fast as I could without drawing attention to myself. He wasn't in sight when I turned the corner. I kept moving toward the bank; he should be there.

He was, just finis.h.i.+ng withdrawing money from the machine. He caught sight of me and I gave him the barest of nods. He walked by me.

I ambled behind, letting him get a block or so ahead of me. I followed, trying to make sure no one was following us. I caught up to him several blocks later at a bus stop. We ignored each other, sitting in different parts of the bus when it arrived. I got up first and ”accidentally” b.u.mped into him on my way out. He tagged after me. He looked like some poor * 150 *

puppy following me home. I led him the roundabout way to Torbin's. A few blocks away, I let him catch up to me.

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