“As you wish, Homer. As you wish. You are perfectly free to take all precautions. I advise you, however, to use a little restraint. You would not, I’m sure, want to say anything actionable.”
“I intend to read it, too,” said Flo, “for I am convinced that it was drawn by a lunatic and can be broken.”
“And I,” Aunt Madge said, “will naturally remain at Homer’s side.”
“Not I,” said Lester. “I have my MG parked in back, and I intend to get in it and go somewhere for several strong drinks.”
“I happen to have several strong drinks in my apartment,” Hester said, “and if you will drive me there, I’ll give you your share.”
“As for me,” said Junior, “I believe I’ll just come along, although I haven’t been invited. Cousin Hester, you may sit on my lap.”
4
They rode in the MG, Junior and Hester stacked in a bucket beside Lester, to the building in which Hester, on the fifth floor, had her apartment. It was a nice building and a nice apartment that was pretty expensive to live in. As usual, it was considerably littered with various items, intimate and otherwise, that had been left lying around, and Lester and Junior had to move some of these items. Hester went to the bedroom and changed from black into something bright in two pieces. The top piece was a white jersey blouse and the bottom piece was a pair of red velvet pants, and Hester wore them back barefooted into the living room.
“Hey, hey!” Junior said. “You may sit on my lap again if you want to.”
“No thanks,” Hester said. “I’d just as soon sit on the lap of an octopus.”
“Do octopi have laps?” Lester said. “I don’t believe they do, do they?”
“They have arms all over the place, which is more to the point,” said Hester. “I’ll just sit somewhere out of reach, if you don’t mind.”
“You’ll have to clear a spot,” Lester said. “Sister, this is a nice apartment, but I must say that you’re a hell of a housekeeper.”
“I’ll sit on the floor. There is almost always room there.” She accomplished this simply by holding her heels together and spreading her knees and lowering herself vertically to a pow-wow position. “Junior, there is a bottle of gin around somewhere. Why don’t you find it and try to do something with it?”
Junior started looking in and under things for the gin, and Hester found a cigarette in a crumpled pack in the pocket of her blouse, but no match, and Lester leaned forward from his chair and supplied a lighter and leaned back again.
“You wouldn’t care to loan me some money, would you?” he said.
“No.”
“I didn’t think you would. It’s too bad, too. Even a thousand dollars would be helpful.”
“I agree. A thousand dollars would be about as helpful now as anything could be. Except, of course, a million and a half or anything between. Why don’t you sell the MG?”
“In case you haven’t heard, it’s illegal to sell something you don’t own.”
“Surely you have some equity in it or something.”
“Hardly enough to mention or bother with. Payments, to tell the truth, are rather in arrears. Unfortunately, as it turned out, my status as heir presumptive has led my creditors into an excess of generosity.”
“Have you considered getting a job?”
“Quite briefly, for about two traumatic seconds. Anyhow, I’m not trained. I’ve spent my entire youth learning to be an heir, and it’s all I know.”
“Poor brother. It’s bad luck, I know, but my own isn’t much better. As a matter of fact, I don’t have a thousand dollars, or anything like as much.”
“No? You don’t pay for this nest with bird seed, Sister. How do you propose to avoid eviction?”
“I’m thinking about it. Happily, the rent is paid for three months in advance. If something hasn’t turned up by then, I may have to move in with you and Mother.”
“Don’t plan on it, Sister. That will be just about the time, I estimate, when Mother and I are being moved out.”
“Well, I wasn’t seriously considering it, anyhow. The moment I mentioned it, the prospect seemed too dreadful to bear. I am not quite so terrified of employment as you are, and I may find something to do if worse comes to worse. Surely there are jobs around that wouldn’t require me to do anything.”
“Almost any job requires you to do something, but I know of several that wouldn’t require you to do anything that you aren’t eminently qualified to do.”
“If only I could sing or dance or something.”
“Singing and dancing require talent and training. So do acting and modeling. You would do much better, I’d say, to go in for something that requires nothing but looks and instinct.”
“When you come right down to it, there is nothing quite so pleasant as being an heir, is there?”
“No, there isn’t. Not by a long shot. Let’s hope, at least, that Senorita Fogarty turns out to be sterile.”
“Fat chance. Not with all that hot Spanish-Irish blood in her veins.”
“I suppose you’re right. I admit that sterility is rare in half-breeds like that.”
“If necessary, we could all move temporarily into Grandfather’s house.”
“I doubt it. The Crumps are in possession there for the time being, and I don’t see them putting out any welcome mats, especially after Uncle Homer threatened to do old Crump in.”
“Oh, well, perhaps it would be best, after all, simply to find someone to pay my rent.”
“I heard that,” said Junior, suddenly appearing with three glasses, which he distributed, “and I want to be the first applicant.”
“Nonsense, Junior,” Hester said. “It is essential that all applicants have a lot of money.” She paused and looked up at Junior as if she had been struck by a wildly improbable thought. “Junior, do you happen to have, by some incredible chance, a lot of money?”
“Not by any chance whatever, incredible or otherwise. Except for what’s in my pocket, I don’t have any money at all.”
“Well, if that isn’t just like you, Junior! Just when I was beginning to think you might be more attractive than I ever imagined! If you don’t have any money, how do you expect to pay my rent?”
“I could steal some somewhere.”
“Please don’t be absurd, I’m sure you would be no more competent as a thief than you are at anything else. You would solve no one’s rent problem but your own.” Hester drank from her glass and bobbed an ice cube with the tip of an index finger. “While we are here together without the handicap of Mother and Aunt Madge and Uncle Homer, I suggest that we discuss what is on our minds.”
“If we are going to discuss what’s on my mind,” said Junior, “we had better ask Lester to leave the room.”
“I mean,” Hester said, “what are we going to do about Senorita Fogarty?”
“Do?” Lester said. “What can we do?”
“Exactly my question,” Junior said. “Lester has already suggested spaying her, which would have been effective, but old Crump and his wife, as you know, will not be parties to it.”
“If that isn’t just like you two!” Hester said. “The moment a suggestion is made and rejected, you are ready to abandon the whole project. As for me, I am made differently. It is clear that something must be done about Senorita Fogarty, even if it means doing something about the Crumps in the process, and I am determined to do whatever is necessary.”
“It’s easy enough to talk,” said Junior, “but talking and doing are two different things.”
“I repeat,” Lester said, “what can we do? I agree that the damn dog deserves to be taught a lesson by her betters, but I’m all out of ideas.”