see you and tell his wife?â
âHe didnât care. He told me so. He said I was the only one he cared about, and we could both get divorces and run away together.â
It was Cassieâs turn, âOn the first date he said all this?â
Deep looked scornfully at her, âCourse not! We had lots of dates, a least three or four before he told me how much he hated that string bean he was married to. And Steve was beinâ such a potato head.â She laughed, âErnest was so funny. He said we both deserved better than beinâ married to vegetables.â
I was tired of hearing how terrific Dibber was. âDid he ever say how he was going to be able to have the money to take you away?â
âWell, no. I just thought he would have it when the time came. He never talked about money but he gave me real nice presents. He bought me perfume and a real pretty scarf and some of those little panties with lots of lace and no crotch.â
âAnd just how was he in bed?â Mother and I turned to Cassie with open mouths.
âI mean fifty bucks are fifty bucks, do tell us.â
âWell, I never!â The girl looked at Cassie in a wide-eyed attempt at innocent outrage. Cass stared her down.
âWe never âdone the deed!â Thatâs the Godâs honest truth,â Deep protested.
Cassie was not going to let it go at that. âWell, just what did you do? Iâm sure you didnât spend all that time in sleazy motels discussing world affairs.â
The girl sniffed in an attempt at disdain. âWe couldâa if weâd wanted. Ernest, he was real smart, and I ainât no dummy!â
She unbuckled her coat and slid it off her thin shoulders. She had an impressive chest. It must run in the family.
âI mostly danced for him,â she said in a small voice. She looked at Mother almost shyly.
âIâm a real good dancer. Iâd dance for him most every night and heâd stuff dollar bills in my garter belt just like they do in them clubs in the big cities. Now I ainât saying Iâm no virgin, after dancinâ a while Iâd get real hot, but Ernest said he wanted to keep our relationship pure and sweet, just like me. So weâd hug and kiss and heâd play with my puppies, but he never let me touch his pecker. After a while I figured it out, that maybe he couldnât get it up, ya know? Maybe a war wound or somethinâ, but that was okay by me. Iâve had too many rough guys stuff me with the old weenie. It was kindâa nice to just be petted by a real gentleman.â
She took another experimental swig of Perrier. Lying is thirsty work.
âWhat else do you want to know? I gottâa go.â
âWhat happened, dear?â Mother had assumed her gentlest voice. âWhy did you and Ernest not run away like you planned?â
âStevie found out what we was doinâ. He sobered up one night and followed me to the motel. He waited until I was undressed and doinâ a lap dance for Ernest, and then he busts in and slaps me to the ground and starts swinging. It was awful. He beat Ernest up somethinâ terrible.â
Her face had taken on a look of fond memory that belied her words. I imagine at the time she was thrilled at the sight of two men fighting over her.
âPoor thing, he didnât stand a chance against my Stevie.â
Translation: the better man fought and saved me from a fate worse than death. I was tired of Deep.
Mother had a good question though.
âDid you ever have anything to do with Mrs. Dibber? Do you know if she was aware of your liaison with her husband?â
ââLiaison,â hey, thatâs a terrific word. I gottâa remember that. Yeh, she knew. She used to see me places, at the movies or walking down the street, and give me a real âdrop deadâ look. And she called the coffee shop once, right after Hector took real bad. Molly wasnât
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