Abby waited against the shadowed wall, trying not to look into the car’s cloud windows. Car 224—Batman and Robin. When they’d called Abby over and opened the door of their squad car, Ruby had walked up to them in her stead, giggling like she was a bit tipsy, which she wasn’t. She’d leaned into the car until the red-faced Irish Batman grinned. He had glanced over at Abby, whispered to Ruby then laughed out loud. Ruby had slipped in and the windows had been rolled up. But Batman squeaked the window down to stare in Abby’s direction as soon as Ruby’s head slipped out of sight.
After a time, Ruby stumbled out laughing, waving good-bye. Until 224 drove around Avenue A. Then her face fell. Abby and Ruby walked home in silence, their feet crunching on the sidewalk, walking into the spill of lamplight and out of it again. Laughing cars rolling past them, then fading. The sky fogged black.
Abby put a cigarette between her lips and lit it. The spin of flint and flame cast light on the puff red of her eyes. She quickly snapped the Zippo shut and inhaled deeply as they walked. As was their custom, Ruby reached out and took the cigarette from Abby’s lips and took a long drag, coughing just a bit as she always did when she puffed Abby’s Camels.
Ruby was drawn to the bright red hair of a magnificently bedraggled queen as she stumbled towards them, beyond drunk, mascara streaked to her chin, black hose torn at the knee and ankle. She winked at Ruby.
“Got ’nother cig?”
Abby motioned to the cigarette in Ruby’s hand. “Last one.”
The drag queen paused and wavered. “S’right. Got a nickel?”
Abby reached into her pocket and gave her a quarter.
She winked now at Abby. “Thankzz, honey-pie.”
They parted ways. The redhead teetering on sky high heels. Ruby took another deep puff of the Camel as they walked. Then reached to replace the cigarette between Abby’s lips. Abby paused. Averted her mouth for just a fraction of a second. Then took the cigarette, wiped the butt clean, of Ruby, of the fogged police car. Watching, Ruby felt her face flush hot. Before Abby could bring the cigarette to her mouth, Ruby snatched it from her, turned around and called out to the queen half a block away, “Hey!” Then walking swiftly to her, reaching her. “You want it?”
The woman nodded. Her lips furry pink. Eyes blood red, rimmed in spider black.
“Thankzz, pretty.” The queen reached for the cigarette.
“Trade.” Ruby motioned to the quarter.
“That’s not right.” Then looking at the cigarette longingly she handed Ruby the quarter. She grabbed the cigarette, inhaled hard, swallowing the smoke in. She stumbled away mumbling, “Know that’s not right.”
Abby had stopped by the light. Ruby walked quickly past her, then had to wait on the stoop for her to open the door. When they walked into the soft green apartment, Abby asked Ruby, “What did that queen say to you?”
Ruby lied without blinking, “She asked me if I missed dick too.”
Abby stood bone still. “What. Did you say?”
Ruby started undressing. She unzipped and peeled off her dress in a quick easy movement. “I said, ‘Sure I do,’ ” she kicked off her shoes. “ ‘—but I got a fix tonight so I’m cool.’ ”
Ruby unsnapped her bra. Stepped out of her panties and sauntered into the bathroom.
Her hand shook as she locked the door and climbed naked into the comfort of the empty white bathtub, Abby’s quarter still in her palm. She turned the knobs and watched as the steaming water rose. Ruby opened her hand, looked at the coin and thought of the furrier. Remembered then how quickly she had thrown away the man’s card. But his quarter had been something else. So were all the quarters now filling her Band-Aid box.
They were the calling cards she kept. She’d been given the first in 1939 at the Friends’ Club in Neches County, Texas, when she was only six. Ruby set the quarter on top of her pubic hair as the water rose covering her belly. The water reached her breasts, her heart. Ruby could hear Abby clunking around outside the room. She heard her open the cupboard, heard a glass shatter in the kitchen sink. She imagined Abby drinking straight from the bottle. Then Ruby let her mind wander past a gated East Texas lot in Neches.
THE FRIENDS’ Club was comprised of abandoned offices of corrugated tin. There was no grass for miles, as if a large boot had stomped its grilled sole upon the land and demanded nothing grow. Miss Barbara had been the hostess. She was plaster white and hard, poured wet into her skin dress and solidified in gooey mounds. She wore her inky wig high. Frost pink lips circled a gnash of rotting incisors. She smiled with her lips tight in camouflage, until some random act of cruelty caused her to laugh, exposing the corrosive brown. This was the woman who Ruby was handed over to periodically when Papa Bell was sick, and then more often after he died.
The first time the Reverend Jennings had taken her to Neches, she was dressed in her Sunday pink fluff dress, black patent leather shoes with lacy socks. Her Grandmother had heeded the Reverend’s suggestion that Ruby work that summer for a nice White woman who ran a children’s boarding school in Neches. Ruby would get paid for keeping the younger ones company and bringing in wood, washing dishes and such. She was to come back for a visit home every two weeks, then back to work until school started. Grandma Silvia had pressed her hair and tied it in a fancy bun on her head and packed a satchel with clothes and a traveling supper. The Reverend told her he was going to Nacogdoches to preach at the Faith Temple Revival and wouldn’t mind at all dropping Ruby off in Neches.
After an hour of driving they stopped in Zavalla, near Rayburn Lake, to have their supper. Ruby felt nervous being with the Reverend but he was very polite and asked the kinds of questions grown-ups like to ask. They talked about the Reverend’s children, Ephram and Celia. Ruby asked if they went to Lincoln Elementary School where she was to start in the fall. The Reverend said that they did. Ruby ate the drumstick and corn fritter that her Grandma had made her. The Reverend shared a cup of fresh milk that tasted funny and they talked until Ruby’s eyelids got so heavy they dropped right down to her cheeks. She fell into a crashing sleep.
When she woke up from a very strange dream, the sky was pitch black and the Reverend was sitting across from her, smiling.
He said she seemed over-tired, so when she’d taken a nap, he just let her go on sleeping. The Reverend packed his tin and poured what was left in the milk bottle into the earth.
They had driven another hour to Miss Barbara’s, then turned down a crooked dirt road in the woods towards an old building with a red porch light. There was a flag nailed on the side that Miss Barbara later told her stood for “the Confederate States of America.”
A strange little White man was waiting outside. He was just a head or so taller than Ruby, but his legs were shorter. He wore a plaid blue cap but his hands and boots were dirt black. When he saw the Reverend he gave a nod and knocked once on the porch door.
Miss Barbara appeared. Her whole body seemed to be smoking when she opened the door. She took a puff of her cigarette and rubbed Ruby on the head. The tiny man disappeared.
“Hey, y’all.”
Ruby just nodded, awestruck by the sight of her.
The Reverend introduced Ruby to Miss Barbara, then the two adults took a few steps away from the porch and whisper-spoke, close, his mouth almost on her ear. Ruby watched Miss Barbara hand him an envelope. The Reverend looked inside then Ruby heard him say quiet, “You short by ten.”
RUBY MADE little waves in the bathtub with her knees. She picked up her washcloth and a bar of soap. A brindle-brown hair curled on it. Ruby lathered the cloth and washed the makeup from her face, then under her arms. She’d forgotten to put on her shower cap and accepted that tomorrow her hair would be nappy. Ruby slid down and dunked her head under the water.