tenementâsomehow extinguishing the flames, while previous efforts had failedâand the building too, is saved. Then one miracle more: the bodies on the street spring to life again, bowing and waving.
Archie joins the crowd in applauding and whistling. âNow that is a show!â
Kitty claps along but shakes her head. âNo, that is bizarre!â
âHow do you mean?â
âWell, itâs a âshowâ about something tragic that happens all the time, to real people! And real people who are forced to choose between burning and jumping? They donât take bows afterward.â
âPrecisely my point! Child, look around you.â He gestures at the happy crowd, now gathering their belongings and streaming out in search of the next miracle. âThese sheep live the most dreary lives imaginable. Lives that will, for the most part, end very badly indeed. What was it the poet said? âEat, drink, and be merryâ?â
âFor tomorrow we die in a tenement fire?â
âQuite so. Tomorrow , we die in a tenement fire. But not today , you see. Today is our lucky day. Today, we cheat death once again.â
Kitty smiles sadly, thinking of Nate. How his lucky day had come and gone. âOnly in New York,â she says quietly.
âCome! Iâve a mighty thirst, Miss Hayward. But not that watered-down swill they sell in the park. I have a better idea.â
Chapter 11
Unflappable Girls
As night falls on Magruderâs, Rosalind sends Whitey home with a fresh bandage and strict instructions to get some rest and avoid entanglements with princesses and tattooed men alike.
At the bar, Zeph, Rosalind, and Enzo nurse their drinks and mull over the strange events of the day. The door opens, and a young woman soon appears at the bottom of the steps. She wears a modest, ankle-length skirt in a warm-brown color with a white, high-necked shirtwaist top. Enzo nudges Rosalind and jerks his thumb at the girl. âSee, peacock?â he says. âThis is how proper ladies dress.â
âHumph,â Rosalind mutters. âDress like a mud pie with a face to match.â
The young womanâs escort carefully ducks in the doorway. With his hat removed, he can just barely stand upright without bumping the ceiling. âAfternoon, folks,â he says, and his deep voice makes the glasses vibrate.
Zeph smiles. âBernard! Howâs every little thing?â
Bernard nudges the young woman toward the bar. Beside her towering companion, she looks like a midpriced china doll. They each take a stoolâBernard sits sideways to stretch out his massive legs. âThis is my new friend Miss Maggie.â
âWelcome to Magruderâs, Miss Maggie. Any new friend of Bernardâs and so forth. So, a glass of the good stuff for Bernard, and for you, miss? Can I get you something? I can make you a Belle Epoque; itâs a cocktail I invented for Rosalind. Youâll think youâre at the Manhattan Beach Hotel.â
âIâll try it, thank you.â
As Zeph gets the drinks, Bernard says, âMaggieâs a table girl at Kosterâs Music Hall.â
âTable girl, huh? So you sit on their laps and talk âem into ordering more beer than they should?â
âAnd I sing!â Maggie says indignantly. âSometimes I sing.â
âShe sings something beautiful,â Bernard says proudly.
âWasnât criticizing.â Zeph rolls back with the cocktails. âWe all gotta make a living.â
âIâm confused,â Maggie says, looking around. âYou said Magruderâs, but I thought Magruderâs was the dime museum? I guess I had it wrong?â
âNo, miss, you have it just about right. We prefer âcuriosity cabinet,â but dime museum is close enough. Thatâs upstairs. Couple years back, Doc Timur built this big olâ boiler contraption, kinda by accident, and he saidââhere Zeph
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