you, Iâm gonna dress you up! â she had promised. As soon as I got there this became necessary, because it was winter and I was definitely not dressed for forty degrees. Even if I had known what to expect, I couldnât have afforded to prepare for it in any case. So the very next day after we arrived Margaret took me shopping. She took me uptownâI remember her emphasizing that: âRita, Iâm gonna take you uptown , girl!â
On the way there, I kept my eyes open. To my surprise, I began to see people who looked like me, more black people around. And it started to dawn on me that there was a lot I didnât know about America. Apart from what we picked up from movies, this was also what America looked like. There were people sitting in the street, I even saw beggars on the sidewalk and homeless people around. In America! Iâd thought this was only in Trench Town. I suppose Margaret took me uptown not only to shop, but for many different reasonsâespecially to expose me to the fact that even if I was out of one ghetto, here we were in the Big Apple, in another (though I liked it).
In the course of the afternoon she dressed me from top to bottom, including a coat, stockings, and shoes. Then she took me somewhere else, where a woman taught me about makeup and shaped my Afro. Then we went back to Margaretâs apartment, and she prettied me up some more. I think she was just as excited as I was, because I remember her saying, at one point, âYou know, we gonna really show them something!â Then we went to the studio, and Bob was astonished! âAh, Margaret!â he said, accusingly. âWhat have you done to Rita?â Not only was I wearing different clothes, I even had on eyebrow pencil, something Iâd never before worn (and seldom have since)!
So I had a new look, and even after three children I had a new interest too from Mr. Marley. Later, when we were alone, he took a long look at me and said, âWow, so you went and got yourself a fresh face!â
Itâs many years since then, but Iâm still thanking Margaret for that face.
Back then, all the magazine stories Iâd read as a girl had said that when you got married it was understood that you were going to be married for life, you were going to be devoted. Even though my mother and father had split up, Aunty had divorced Mr. Britton, and Cedella Booker had had her trials, I was sureâmaybe because I was so youngâthat my relationship with Bob would last. True, I would sometimes make arguments, usually about his flirting with other women, sometimes really just to pick a fight or even threaten him: âI think Iâm gonna live somewhere else and stay away from you.â (But then I would start crying.)
When we got to New York, though, a new element was added, because it was a record company recommendation that you shouldnât let your fans know you were married. How could you be a devoted husband and sell records? I didnât know this until I read, in a newspaper interview: âBob, we hear youâre marriedâis it true youâre married to Rita?â And his answer was, âOh no, sheâs my sister!â
I waited until the next time we were alone to question him about it. That night we were sitting in the living room, looking out at the lights of New York. I had the newspaper on the table, ready. I went over to him and put it in his hand.
âOh, I saw that,â he said. He didnât seem interested. Maybe he was thinking about something else.
âYes, but what does this mean? Why you tell the press weâre not married?â
âOh thatâs just show business,â he said. âBut then, who wants to expose you? Youâre mine!â
I must not have looked satisfied, because he stood up and took my hand in his. âListen, man,â he said. âJust cool.â That was his favorite expression, âJust cool.â
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