this was a classy joint, not like them sleazy places Dibber used to take me.â
We all three came to immediate attention at the mention of his name. Cassie pulled a chair up from the table for the girl. We three sat on the bottom of each of our beds.
âGot anything to drink? Iâm dry as a desert.â
âOf course, dear. Forgive me for not asking,â apologized Mother. âWe have coke, diet coke, and Perrier. Which would you like?â
âYou donât have noâ¦? No, I guess you ladies donât exactly travel with the hard stuff. Give me a Perrier. I always wanted to try one of them, but Stevie, he wonât spring dough for water. He says water oughtâa be free, and water in a bottle is for sissies. Not that you ladies are sissies. Just classy. âSpecially the old lady. Youâre real classy, Maâam.â
âWhy thank you, dear. What is your name? My granddaughter didnât tell us.â
âThatâs cause I didnât tell her. âCause Iâm an informant, like in that old movie. Iâm âDeep Throat.â Ainât that cute?â She giggled and took a big swallow. A look of complete distaste crossed her face, but she managed to keep the drink down. âClassâ apparently did not taste as good as it looked.
âLetâs get this over with so I can go. Molly closed up early. I told Stevie I had to go to the store so heâll be expectinâ me soon. Whereâs the fifty?â
âWhat fifty?â I turned to my errant child, âCassie, what fifty?â
âI didnât have a chance to tell you, Mom, but I promised, eh, âDeepâ fifty dollars if she told us what she know about the Dibbers.â
They had me over a barrel. If I argued with them now we might lose her. I just hoped it was going to be worth it. Fifty dollars! She was lucky that I kept a fifty-dollar bill hidden in my wallet in case of emergencies. I knew Mother was too âclassyâ to carry any cash. Deep tucked the money in her bra like any good floozy and started talking immediately.
âWell, Stevie and me, we werenât getting along so good, see? And Ernest, he comes in the coffee shop and starts making up to me. I knew he was married âcause Aunt Molly kept makinâ remarks. But he was kindâa sweet and needy, ya know? And he was a real great tipper. So one night when Stevie was drinkinâ real heavy, Ernest says to me to meet him after work. âCome down to the corner,â he says, and heâll pick me up. âWeâll go have dinner.ââ
She looked at Mother and shrugged her shoulders. âAnybody can have dinner. It donât mean nothing, right?â
She paused and I could see her reliving the fairy tale she had created, the romantic rendezvous with a handsome stranger. She had probably recast Dibber in her mindâs eye because he was anything but handsome.
I gave Deep a closer look. She was much younger than I had previously thought. On closer inspection, her mouth and eyes looked pinched and ugly, and her skin was coarse and grimy with unwashed makeup.
I felt distaste and pity at the same time. She was about the same age as Cassie, but they were a million light years apart. It was not class that separated them, just luck.
Mother would disagree and argue about genes and morals and ethics and good stock. Cassie would put forth an argument about Karma. The truth was that it was just the luck of the draw in whose nest you were laid.
I sighed away my motherly instincts and reminded myself that Deep was just a tough little cookie out for fifty bucks.
âWhere did he take you?â I asked.
âTo this really great barbeque place on the Interstate. Hardly nobody from here goes out to eat at night. They are so provincial.â
She looked at Mother for approval at her use of a âreally big word.â
Mother smiled back at her. âWasnât he afraid someone would
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