said.
âIs it coming from your driveway?â
âBelieve it or not, itâs a birdâa mockingbird, I think. It showed up in the peppercorn tree a few weeks ago. Which, you know, doesnât bother me as much as a real car alarm would. You kind of have to admire the damn thing.â
Janice sat on the couch while Kitty went in the other room and rummaged through the pile of shoes on the floor of her closet, trying to find something she would like.
âIs this your family?â Janice called out.
âOn the end table? The guy with the moustache and the two little kids?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs me and my brother and our dad. Theyâre both back in Cambridge.â
âWhat does he do?â
âMy dad? He teaches college.â
âYou-all get along?â
Kitty had talked to her father that morning. She missed him terribly, and her brother, too. He was planning to come out after his semester ended. She looked forward to showing him all the things sheâd discovered out here already. Alpine Village, Eaton Canyon, the Western Exterminator sign on Temple, the terrazzo sidewalks downtown, the old cafeteria that was decorated with redwood murals and dusty taxidermy.
âHeâs okay,â she said.
Most of her shoes were plain and utilitarian: sneakers, work boots, job-interview loafers; none of these would do. She had a pair of strappy heels in here somewhere that sheâd bought for the office Christmas party. And then she remembered that, of course, none of her shoes were going to fit, because Janice was a man, with man-sized feet. She found a pair of sandals and adjusted the buckles as far as they would go.
âIâm sorry,â she said, offering them to Janice. âThese are kind of ugly, but see if you can get them on.â
Janice wedged a sandal onto her right foot. When she stood up, her heel hung off the end.
Kittyâs phone beeped inside her pocket. She dug it out and saw sheâd missed a call from Anton. Sheâd forgotten all about him. Watching Janice straighten her wig and check her lipstick in the mirror by the door, Kitty thought of the journey sheâd made that evening: over the Cahuenga Pass and down into East Hollywood, where the beautiful Shalimar had met her doom on a streetlit sidewalk.
Janice hesitated outside the bar, suddenly embarrassed about her shoes.
âSee how crowded it is?â Kitty said, opening the door a little so she could peek inside. âNo oneâs going to notice your feet.â
The room was packed now. A haze of cigarette smoke hung over the bar. The music was louder, and the voices competing with it had multiplied in the last hour. Scanning the room for familiar faces, Kitty spotted Anton, who had staked out a table in the corner next to the jukebox. He stood up when they came over and caught Kitty off-guard with a cheek-grazing double kiss. Donna Summer moaned orgasmically.
âAnton, this is Janice,â yelled Kitty, âJanice, Anton.â
He took Janiceâs hand and kissed it. Kitty saw that the seam under her right arm had split a little.
âWill you excuse me?â Janice said, âI have to go to the ladiesâ.â
âYour friend is a vision,â Anton said when sheâd gone. His eyes twinkled. âDid you pick her up on the Boulevard?â
âSheâs from Van Nuys,â Kitty said, but he wasnât listening.
âWhat do you think of the Searchlite?â He gestured magnanimously across the room, as though the scene were something he had invented for her delight.
âI think weâre tourists,â she said, realizing her mistake. She considered her options. She didnât want to abandon Janice, but then she wasnât sure she was needed, or even relevant. âWill you excuse me? I have to go to the ladiesâ, too.â
Just as she turned away from him, the front door banged open. For a moment nothing else changed:
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