Pagan Babies

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HE PUSHED THE BUTTON NEXT to D. Dewey and waited in the light over the doorway to hear her voice on the intercom or for the door to buzz open. She would know who it was. He pushed the button again and waited and then stepped back on the sidewalk to look up at the windows. But then he remembered her apartment was in back and faced the golf course and remembered looking out from the door to her balcony and seeing all that space where crops would be growing in the country he had left, seeing it that night as land going to waste. He ran around to the back of the two-story building and there was her balcony. Lights on in the apartment. He stood at the edge of the fairway looking up and called out, "Debbie!" A light came on in the aparient below hers. He called her name again and saw her at the glass door to the balcony. "It's me!" She saw him. He waved and ran around to the front and pushed her button and still had to wait for the door to buzz open. What was she doing? The door buzzed and he went up the stairs to 202.

She was wearing a pink kimono he hadn't seen before. She smiled, but in a tired way, nothing in her eyes.

"Why aren't you the happiest girl in town?"

She said, "I was in the bathroom." She turned from the door saying,

"I thought you'd at least call first."

"What happened? He tried to iump you, didn't he?"

"Nothing like that. You want a drink?"

He followed her into the kitchen saying, "Are we celebrating or what? Why did he want you to stay?"

She brought an ice tray from the refrigerator and cracked it open.

Her vodka and the bottle of Joh

"Do what?"

"Get into comedy. He thinks he can open doors, even get me on Leno."

"Why, because they're both Italian?"

"He said he had a co

"Are you all right?"

She said, "I'm tired, I'm worn out," and pushed his drink to him across the counter.

"Tell me what happened."

"He tore up the check."

Like that. No attempt to get him ready for it.

Terry had picked up his drink. He put it down again. "What do you mean he tore up the check?"

"He tore it in half."

"You're kidding."

"And then tore it again. That's what I mean when I say he tore up the check."

"The one he was handing me we're having our picture taken."

"That one."

"But he said okay. He gave us his word."

"Terry, the guy's a fucking gangster."

"Did you happen to, in some way, piss him off?"

"He asked who my favorite comic was and I said Richard Pryor.

His is Red Skelton."

"You didn't hit it off like you thought."

"Oh-and when he said he could help me? I go, 'What're you go

"Really? You said that to the boss of the mob, the mob boss? 'What're you go

"It's a good line except for your timing, the occasion. What did he say?"

She came close to Tony's low voice saying, " 'You take chances, don't you, kid?' No, he didn't say 'kid,' just that I take chances."

"And you took one and it didn't work."

"Actually I think he liked it, the line."

"Then why'd he tear up the check?"

She said, "If he ever meant to give it to us in the first place. I don't know… He's very matter of fact. He asked if I wanted a drink. I said, 'If you're having one.' He said, 'I'm not, so you don't get one.'

Gruff, but kind of cool."

"You seeing him again?"

"No. God, no. Why would you ask me that?"

"You think he's cool."

"I thought the line was cool. He said it and right away I wondered if I could work it as a bit."

Terry picked up his glass. He looked at the Scotch and swallowed most of it.

"What'd you say when he tore it up?"

"I said I should've known."

"You weren't surprised?"

"I was, but that's what I said."

"What did he say?"

She let her eyes close and opened them again. "Terry, I'm tired, I want to go to bed."

"You want me to stay?"

She took a sip of her drink. "If you want."

"Tell me what he said."

"He said, 'You should've known what?' I said something about how he makes his money, without coming right out and saying he's a crook, and he said…" She paused. "He said, 'You don't know what I do.' Like no one does, because he keeps a low profile, he's not a show-off. He compared himself to that guy who used to play for the Dolphins, Larry Czonka, who said if he ever did the funky chicken after he scored-and I wondered if I could do that as a bit, how pro football players showboat. If he ever did it this other guy would punch him in the head."

"Howie Long."

"That's the one. I pictured a guy in uniform punching another guy in the helmet, and the guy saying, 'Oh, shit, my hand.'"

Terry said, "I did, too, when I heard it." He said, "So I guess the whole thing, Tony just wanted to talk to you?"

"Well, nothing came of it. If you're staying, Tell, let's go to bed."

"But he went to all that trouble-"

"I don't know… Come on, Terry, let's go do it." She walked away.

He heard it as if she was saying let's get it over with. Maybe she was. He thought of the morning in Fran and Mary Pat's bedroom talking about changing the sheets and Debbie saying no, they'd just sleep in the bed, they could fuck anywhere; and he remembered it, not so much as a coarse thing for her to say, but as a remark that described what she thought of making love, something you could do anywhere, nothing more than knocking one off.

Terry poured another drink, sipped it and took it with him into the bedroom, sipping it again as he watched Debbie slip off the kimono he hadn't seen before and stand looking at the clock on the bedside table in her white panties that had a tiny pink bow on one side. She rolled them off and Terry saw he'd better get ready.

He watched her walk into the hall to the bathroom. She was in there a few minutes and he was in bed when she came out, turning off the bathroom light.

"I took a Seconal. I've got to get that scene out of my mind and sleep." She turned off the lamp and got in bed.

"You'll wait, though, huh, till after?"

"Don't worry, I'm up for it if you are." She reached over and grabbed him and said, "Yes, you are," and away they went, kissing and touching, making adjustments and finally getting into a slow groove, Terry looking at Africa, misty hillsides and tea plantations, houses of red adobe, bats swooping out of the eucalyptus trees to help him stay in the groove and not become frantic; but as he looked at Ah-fri-ca and the sky at dusk, a thought came to him, a question:

If he tore up the check, why is he making sure you go back?

She said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. No, we're fine."

And they were. They made love and finished. Debbie reached for a Kleenex and fell asleep while Terry stared at the ceiling in the dark.

Why doesn't he want you around?

You can't hurt him. You're not go

It wasn't even his money. Something to make grand gestures with.

Tear up the check and write another one to wave in front of little Debbie. He reached over to get his drink, finished it and looked at Debbie asleep, breathing, her cute nose letting little Debbie snores slip out now and again. The guy tore it up in front of her. She said she should've known. She said he wasn't a show-off. But what was tearing up the check if it wasn't putting on a show? Part of the show. Why else go to all that trouble? He likes her and wants to impress her and makes her an offer, like the one in the movie, and she accepts it, it's only for her and she doesn't want to face you, she'll go to bed and hide. You want me to stay? If you want to. What else can she say, she has a headache? She thought you'd call first. A