first place. Sure. Cause he thought Freddy was on his way to playing pro ball.â
âWait a minute. The guy fooled you, didnât he? Why shouldnât he have fooled Daddy? Youâre just mad at all men because Freddy turned out gay.â
âJust the opposite. I never felt more gently inclined.â She made a vulgar, rhythmic movement that made Claire laugh. âAnyhow, Iâm going up there tonight. To Freddyâs. You wanna come with me?â
âNo. Iâm afraid of Freddy. Heâs so caustic and witty. He makes me feel vaguely stupid.â
âHe thinks youâre beautiful. No. He says youâre not really beautiful but you have these moments when you shine through and emote pure beauty.â
âFreddy said that ?â
âItâs disturbing, he says.â
âHow horrible. Now Iâll never know when heâs watching me if heâs thinking Iâm having a moment or not. Not that I should care ⦠but women do care even if we donât really. Something diabolical in us wants everyone we meet to fall in love with us if we think thereâs a possibility, however remote. It pleases our ravenous vanity. Isnât it unhealthy? How can women ever unite?â
âWe canât. So why donât you come tonight?â
âMoney, for one thing.â
âI have money. Anyway, Freddy would never let us pay. I thought you said you had some money saved.â
âYes. For rent. For Mom and Dad so Iâm not a total parasite. And to pay for film, ciggies, coffee, chemicals.â
âIn that order.â
âThatâs not nothing, you know. And paper. Good-quality paper.â Claireâs eyes lit up when she said âgood-quality paper.â âBesides. Why do you always have to go to Freddyâs?â
Zinnie looped Michaelaenâs yo-yo around her finger and coiled it up. âI feel guilty not going. I feel like he needs my support. Only I canât pick up anybody there or Iâll feel more guilty. In front of him, I mean. Itâs a no-win sitch. What the hell is that?â
âWhat?â She was trying to remember where sheâd seen a roulette wheel cufflink before. Or had she never seen one?
âThose. Those muddy pots.â
âTheyâre my herbs. The one youâre pointing to is borage. Or it will be. The others are basil, thyme, coriander, marjoram, chamomile, and comfrey.â She didnât mention the cannabis sheâd started in the yard. Sheâd only planted it for fun, really. To see how well it would flourish.
Zinnie looked into the pots with distaste. âYeah. But what are they for?â
âI like them, Zin. Wait till they begin to grow. Youâll like them. You will.â
âYou talk about them like theyâre new little folks who just moved into the neighborhood.â
Claire opened the refrigerator and idly watched its contents. Mary had a whole boat-load of ribs going on in there, soaking up something nice. That would be for tonight. There was a bowl of rhubarb. Hmm. A couple of fat, soggy leeks. A half a cantaloupe. Oh, no. A big hunk of Tilsit. She shut the door with self-preserving swiftness.
âHow âbout a little music?â suggested Zinnie, who shared her fatherâs passion for the stuff. Only her taste ran more to the Motown classics of the fifties and sixties. And whereas his were kept in an orderly file, hers were strewn about the house. She didnât know where anything was, but she had all of them: the Temptations, the Supremes, Little Anthony and the Imperials, the Four Tops. She picked one up from behind the Mayorâs box and dusted it tenderly in a circle. âHere we go,â she blew on the needle and let it drop.
âAaaa million to wa-un,â Zinnie sang along with the opening line, ââthatâs what our folks think about this love of ow-ers.â¦â
Claire clapped her hands with delight.
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