She came back wearing the blue sweater I’d seen her in a few nights before at Bunny’s, though now she was also wearing matching blue hotpants. Her legs were pale white and slender but shapely and looked delicious, and her breasts bobbed up and down as she moved toward the table, where she sat and began eating her grapefruit, taking small but greedy little bites, as though she got a sensuous enjoyment out of every nibble.
“Nice place you have here,” I said.
“Pretty fucking grim, isn’t it?” she said.
“Looking around I get the feeling you’re older than you look. Who are you, anyway, some hundred-year-old hag who discovered a fountain of youth?”
“Not exactly. My mother lived here with me, up until last month.”
“What happened last month?”
“She died.”
“Oh.”
“Aren’t you going to say ‘I’m sorry to hear that’?”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“The hell you are.”
“Terrible of me to behave so coldly, when your mother and I were such close friends.”
She laughed. “I think I’m going to like you… what was your name? Quarry, is that it, Quarry?”
“That’s right.”
“You got a first name?”
“Do I have to?”
“Sure.”
“Make you a deal.”
“What kind of deal?”
“You don’t ask me my first name and I don’t call you Bunny.”
“Deal.”
“You don’t seem overly upset about your mother’s death.”
“I’m over it. Anyway, it was a blessing, she was senile as hell. I mean, look at this place, that ought to tell you where her mind was.”
“Why don’t you move all this stuff out?”
“Where to?”
“You got money. Rent some place and store it.”
“Oh, I got money, do I?”
“Sure. You own a restaurant or a bar or whatever you call it, you must have money.”
“I call it a club and I own half of it. I’m working on owning it all.”
“Oh?”
“All or none of it. See, when we started the place we had no idea it was going to go like it did. Business started out big and got bigger. But the business arrangement I got isn’t the best.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, when I got this idea for a club, I had some money, but not a whole hell of a lot. My mother was getting bedridden and like I said, sort of senile, and the big house we had on the hill we sold.. ”
“You had one of those houses on the hill?”
“Yeah, ours is a Port City family that goes way back. My old man was in the pearl button business, which used to be Port City’s claim to fame… Pearl Button Capital of the World! Until plastic came along and the pearl button market fizzled. Dad sold out early, and we had enough money to maintain the house on the hill and he and mother lived comfortably until Dad died five, six years ago and Mother started needing medical attention.”
“Didn’t I see all this on a soap opera?”
“Oh eat shit, Quarry. Anyway, I sold the house, moved Mother and all her possessions into this cozy two-bedroom flat and put up a chunk of money for the place you know as Bunny’s. I also provided the concept of the place and my shady reputation as the Port City fallen lady who was nude in front of God and everybody, and my business partner provided the land and the rest of the money. Because his investment, as far as land and capital is concerned, was bigger than mine, his share of the profits is bigger. I want more of the money than I been getting. More, hell, I want it all. I’m the fucking Bunny! If he wants the money, let him pose bare-ass.”
“You’re going to try to buy him out, then?”
“Yeah, I been saving my share of the profits like a good little miser. And if I can’t buy him out, I’ll make him buy me out and I’ll build another club someplace.”
“Listen, I want to ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“The pink Mustang. Where’d you get it?”
“It was a present. Back in my Bunny days. Maybe if I get to know you better I’ll tell you about it.”
“I’d like to know you better.”
“I know you would.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right. This morning was no accident, was it?”
I choked on my bite of grapefruit. “… pardon?”
“This morning. You came around here looking for a way to get close to me, didn’t you? Don’t play dumb. I saw you a couple nights ago, at the club. I saw you staring at me.”
I grinned, more in relief than anything else. “I’m sorry. Couldn’t help staring.”
“A lot of men stare at me. Most of them stare at me like I’m so much meat, Grade-A U.S. government-inspected prime maybe, but meat just the same. You, you stared at me like you were staring at a woman.”
“You can really tell the difference, huh?”
“Sure can. I get that goddamn meat stare all the time. Almost every son of a bitch in Port City’s tried to get in my pants one time or another.”
“But you’re selective.”
“That’s right “
“Then let me ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“You won’t get mad?”
“Ask and see.”
“If you’re selective, what are you doing shacking with a freak like that one who tried to heist your wheels?”
She laughed. Her eyes laughed too, sparkled sort of. “I got a weakness for younger men. How old are you, anyway?”
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-two.”
“I’m younger.”
She smiled. She touched my hand. “Thanks for stopping that creep. I like that car of mine, I’m fond of it, it’s got sentimental meaning for me.”
“He was drunk.”
“Yeah, well, he sat around smoking pot last night and then he couldn’t get straight and I kicked him out of the bedroom, locked the sucker out, in fact. He must’ve sat up all night drinking up my liquor stock and planning his revenge.”
“I didn’t think he knew what he was doing.”
“Maybe he did. That was his band’s last night at the club, you know, and he told me the group was going to have to break up pretty soon, ’cause him and another guy had the drug rap hanging over ’em and the two of ’em were planning to hotfoot it to Canada. Maybe he got inspired and was going to drive my Mustang over the border.”
“Or maybe he’s gay and pink just appeals to him.”
“He just might’ve been, at that. Most men react pretty favorably to me, that’s the first time I can remember any guy having trouble.”
“Younger guys, huh?”
“Yeah. Younger guys, and guys moving through town, one-night stand things, you know? I like short relationships. Short and sweet. A long relationship to me is one that lasts a week.”
“Is that so? You steer away from the locals, huh?”
“Goddamn right. I like being on my own. Get involved with somebody around here and before you know it, I’d be into something serious. No true, deep abiding loves for me, thanks, I been stung by that shit before. No meaningful mature relationships with married men, either, I seen too many girls get shafted in the ear by that stuff. I like my relationships nice and shallow. One-night stands, yessir. And then there was my mother. When she was alive I couldn’t have men friends in, now could I? So it was motel rooms and backseats of cars and such. Little sordid, maybe, but it serves the purpose. I mean, everybody has to get their rocks off now and then.”