and started toward them. After a few steps, he said, âIâve seen you better, Mary.â
She was on her feet. The movement was quick, lithe, for all its haste, infinitely graceful.
âYou!â she said. âDonât call me that.â
âAll right, Mary,â the man said. âIâll call you Naomi. You still didnât get very far, did you? All that trouble for nothing.â
âYou spoiled it,â she said. The beauty was still in the voice. âYouâyou spoil everything.â The little hesitancy, the little catch, was there. âYou always did. Alwaysâalwaysâalways.â
She formed two slender, graceful hands into tight fists, and shook them, both together, at the stocky man. At which, he laughed again.
6
Sunday, 12:20 A.M. to 4:20 P.M.
The stocky manâs laughter was brief. It seemed to Bill Weigand that, this time, there was amusement in it.
âAct one, scene two,â the man said. âImpotent rage. Orâis it petulance, my dear?â
âGet out of here,â Naomi Shaw said. âJust get out of here.â Her voice went up somewhat. It was still a lovely voice, but it was not quite the same voice. There was, Bill thought, suddenly a trace of Missouri in itâthe merest trace of Missouri.
âPear-shaped tones, Mary,â the man said. âWhere are the pear-shaped tones?â He seemed suddenly to remember Billâs presence. âFor two years,â he said. âAlmost two years, I heard about pear-shaped tones. You know what they are?â
Bill had heard the term.
âNever could visualize it,â the man said. âNot that she doesnât talk right nice. Donât you think she does?â
âSometimes,â the girl said, âI could kill you, Bob. Sometimes I donât know why I didnât.â
âNow, honey,â the man said, âI didnât give you a chance, remember? Anyway, you arenât big enough. Donât you remember what a little girl you are?â He smiled, then, and the smile momentarily broke the squareness of his face. âAnd,â he said, âyou didnât want to, honey. You never will want to.â He turned to Weigand. âShe was stringing you along,â he said. âBut I guess you got that, didnât you?â
âYes,â Bill said.
âMatter of fact,â the man said, âI thought she was pretty good, didnât you? Not convincing, maybe. But, hell, she didnât have much time. And, like she said, nobody wrote the words for her.â He nodded his noticeably square head. âPretty good act.â
âYou always do things like this,â Naomi Shaw said. âAlways. Always .â But, now, her voice was softly down again; now the accents of Missouri were smoothed out of it. Naomi Shaw went a few steps, seemed to flow the few steps, and sat in the corner of a sofa. âHe always did,â she said, to Bill.
âSuppose,â Bill Weigand said, âwe make this a little less private. For one thing, who are you?â
âNameâs Carr,â the stocky man said. âRobert Carr, construction engineer. The ladyâs ex.â
âNot enough,â Naomi said. âNot enough by half.â
âTalks British, donât she?â Carr said. âNot arf she donât. Gets ideas in her pretty head, too. Donât you, honey?â
âA year and eight months,â Naomi said. âThe longest year and eight months ever.â
âThatâs right,â Carr said. âGave me the best year and eight months of her life, the lady did. But Chileânope. Not for Mary Shaftlich Carr. Not Chile.â
âHeâs not fair,â Naomi said, to Bill. âHeâs never fair. And, thereâs no secret I changed my name. Everybody does.â
âYou have to get used to that sort of thing,â Carr said. âEverybodyâs in the theater. You know that,
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