something. Heâs not to be trusted, Iâve told you that but youâre going to have to learn the hard way.â
I shrugged. It made no sense to continue the conversation because it would only lead to the same dead end. There was no budging Ron once he took a stand. Well, at least Heidiâs presence during lunch would be a pleasant distraction, I thought, and maybe she could get to know me and set me up with one of the counselors in the day camp. I looked around for Harlan to see if he was happy Heidi would be circulating at lunch. He was talking with Ivan and when he saw me approach he beckoned me into their conversation.
âIvan and I were just saying that itâs likely itâs one of the bell hops whoâs doing the thievery because they get to size up the merchandise, so to speak, on arrival. You know, the kind of car the guest is driving, the quality of the luggage, the jewelry the women wear even when theyâre dressed casually for the trip up, a lot of little clues if you care to pay attention.â Ivan was staring at Harlan with great concentration.
âYou know, Harlan, that wasnât we who were saying that, it was all you. You seem pretty aware of what a thief looks for in a target.â
âHa, ha, yeah, well I read a lot of crime novelsâMickey Spillane, Raymond Chandler, they tell you how itâs done. Why, you think Iâm the thief, Ivan?â Once again Harlanâs honesty was being challenged and I was angry about it. I was sure that Ron had led Ivan down this path.
âWhy would Harlan â¦?
âI can speak for myself, Jack, donât jump in here. Are you saying Iâm the thief, Ivan?â Harlan suddenly stood straighter and taller as if readying himself to square off with Ivan Goldman who was easily three inches taller and thirty pounds heavier. But, as often happens when someone plants his feet and stands up for himself, his accuser backed down.
âNo, no, Harlan, I was just saying that you should get all the credit for those ideas, thatâs all. I wasnât trying to accuse you of anything, okay? Iâm going to shoot some foul shots before lunch.â He gave me an affectionate punch in the shoulder and left.
âJack, I appreciate your interest and concern but donât get involved in matters pertaining to me, all right? I can see itâs going to be an uphill fight for respect in this place and Iâll tell you if I need your help, okay?â Embarrassed, I nodded. âYou know he wasnât trying to give me credit for figuring out who the thief might be, donât you? He was making an accusation. That really pisses me off. Mr. All American misjudging me really pisses me off.â And then, as quickly as he had become angry, he was in a happy frame of mind. âSo, I get to see my Heidi at lunch time every day, pretty good, right?â
âYeah,â I said, âpretty damn good.â
By lunchtime that same day Heidi was in the dining room. She was totally unlike any other girl I had seen at the hotel and so unlike all the other Bravermans in looks and manner that I wondered whether she might have been adopted. She was very beautiful, looking uncannily like the actress Susan Strassberg, and as graceful and nimble as a dancer. She walked on the balls of her feet, like someone unaware that the high heels had come off her shoes, and her long, straight hair was pulled back in a magnificent ponytail that flowed out behind her and seemed to do a dance of its own as she walked. Her manner was soft and self-assured, her voice musical, her disposition cheerful. She bore her gifts gracefully and graciously as though oblivious to the effects of her allure. I was emptying my dirty dishes in the kitchen when she came up beside me and began to speak.
âAre you interested in meeting a nice girl, Jack?â she asked, adopting my adopted name.
âSure,â I said. Actually, I was more interested in
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