“I’m okay. Once we start you won’t have to stop for me.”
She sat down beside him and lighted a cigarette, her expression composed and thoughtful. The radio music bounced brightly around the cold room, as empty and pointless as an idiot’s laughter.
“How about that soup, Lory?”
“Not just now.”
“You’re quite a girl.” Something in her silence and manner made him uneasy; she seemed miles from him, absorbed in her own thoughts. He rubbed her thin flat shoulder blades with the palm of his hand. “No tears, no yelling — most women would go up like skyrockets in a spot like this.”
“This is the easy part. The tough part is ahead. Don’t you realize that?”
“Sure, but we’ve got a good chance. Ingram in the trunk of the car, you and me up front. Why should they stop us?”
“That’s how he figured it out?”
“What other way is there?”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking about,” she said. “You’d better think about it, too.”
“I don’t understand you, Lory.”
“Just think, that’s all. About me. About you. Nobody else. Do you understand?”
Earl felt a tiny, unnatural chill go through him. “We can’t dump Sambo,” he said. “We can’t, honey.”
“Even if it’s his safety or ours? His life or ours?”
“But it’s not like that.” He tried to smile. “There’s no point talking about ‘ifs.’ We’re in this together.”
“I’m in it with you. Nobody else.” She tightened her fingers in the sleeve of his jacket, watching him with eyes that looked as hard and cold as marbles. “I threw away everything to come here,” she said. “I stood in our apartment tonight and said good-by to it. The furniture I bought, the refrigerator, the television set, the Venetian blinds, my job at the store, the bonus I was getting next month — that’s all gone. I threw it away, do you hear me? I gave all of that up for you. Not for some colored man I never saw before in my life.”
“I didn’t want to drag you into this.”
“But you did — you did drag me into it,” she said softly. “It’s no good saying you didn’t want to. You played on the fact that I love you.”
“I didn’t want you to come here,” Earl said with weary, restless anger. “I wasn’t even thinking of that — all I wanted was a car.”
“But you knew I’d come. You couldn’t have lived with me and not known that. You’ve got to think of me first now — you owe me that, Earl. I begged you not to do this thing, you can’t deny it. I’ll go to jail if we’re caught. Haven’t you thought of that?”
“Honey, I can’t think — I’m just living from minute to minute. But you come first, I swear it.”
“I’ve made plans,” she said, speaking in a low, tense voice. “We’ll go to California, traveling by night and sleeping days. We can go into Mexico without passports. My driver’s license is enough. I can get a job there. A friend of mine works in a big department store in Mexico City. She’s asked me to come down a dozen times. They’re desperate for people who know bookkeeping and American techniques. I’ve shown you the letters from Marge Lederer. You remember, don’t you?”
“Yes, sure,” he said vaguely.
“We can get identity cards, live in Mexico as long as we want. We’ll have everything we’ve lost — a home, a life together, all the things we want.”
“Okay, okay,” he said tiredly. “It sounds great. I’m lucky you’re doing the thinking. But we don’t have to worry about Ingram. The cops don’t even want him. He’s in the clear.”
“The doctor may notify the police. You know that.”
“Well, maybe he won’t. Ingram saved the guy’s life, practically. The doctor may give him a break.”
“You’re talking like a fool. A stubborn fool.”
“Stop riding me, Lory. He dragged me out of the gutter and got me here. He kidnaped a doctor to patch me up — those are things you got to remember.”
“Remember it then,” she said in a sharp, rising voice. “I’ll remember I was safe and free last night — and that now I’m going to jail.”
“Lory, you’re stewing about things that haven’t happened,” he said. “You think we’ve got to rat out on Ingram to save our skins, but that isn’t true. He’s in better shape than we are, if you want to know. We might need him to—”
The music faded and an announcer’s voice said crisply, “Good morning, everyone, Derby O’Neill with a bit of cheerful breakfast music, and of course your morning news. We have a bulletin from the State Police in connection with the attempted holdup of the National Bank in Crossroads. In the confusion it wasn’t established until early this morning that...”
Lorraine quickly twisted down the volume until the announcer’s voice became tiny and distant, blurring out and merging with the cracklings of static.
“Hey, what’s the idea!” Earl said.
“Keep still!” Lorraine glanced at the ceiling, then leaned forward and put her ear close to the radio.
“...the third bandit has been identified as John Ingram, a Negro in his middle thirties. Ingram, who gained access to the bank in a waiter’s uniform, was mistaken by employees for the regular delivery boy. It is further reported that Doctor Walter Taylor of Avondale was taken at gun point, along with his sixteen-year-old daughter Carol to perform an emergency operation on the man wounded in the holdup. There are no details on this report just now, but it is known that both Doctor Taylor and his daughter have been questioned at length by agents of the FBI. It’s a big story, and we’ll have details for you as soon as they come off the wire. Meanwhile, let’s return to the music—”
Lorraine snapped off the radio and stared at Earl in the sudden silence, her features pale and expressionless. “Do you suppose he could hear that?”
“Sambo, you mean? Don’t worry about him. You wouldn’t think it, but he’s got guts.”
“You fool. Don’t you understand?”
“Understand what?”
“The police want him now. Not only for the bank but for kidnaping. You heard. The FBI is here! They execute everyone connected with a kidnaping!”
“Sambo took the guy back home,” Earl said anxiously. “We didn’t hold him for ransom or anything, for Christ’s sake.”
“Earl, listen to me.” Lorraine took his face in her hands, forced him to meet her eyes. “We can’t tell him about this broadcast. Do you understand?” She was fighting to control her voice, speaking with the desperate clarity of a mother giving life-and-death instructions to a helplessly trapped child. “We must get away from him. The police are searching for a black man and a white man — we’ve got to leave him. We couldn’t go into a restaurant or a hotel or a drugstore with him. Even stopping for gas would be dangerous. We’d be stared at, talked about, questioned. People would remember a colored man traveling with a white couple. Don’t you understand that?”
“But there’s just one car. You expect him to make it on foot?”
“I don’t care, I don’t care. Just so we’re rid of him.”
“You can’t expect him to buy that deal.” Lorraine shook him roughly. “Will you listen? He will if he doesn’t know about that broadcast — if he thinks he’s still in the clear.”
“Good God, we can’t do that! The cops want him. We got to tell him that much for his own protection.”
“If you do he’ll stick to us like a plaster,” she said in a vicious whisper. “Tell him you heard the broadcast. Tell him the police aren’t looking for him — just you. Don’t say anything about the doctor. Maybe he’ll think the doctor gave him a break. You said the doctor might — you said that yourself.”