pioneer type.â
âSomebodyâs got to take it on,â said Viviano in a hard voice. âTimeâs over when we can let the other slobs live like dogs. Do you know what itâs like in Ethiopia?â He studied Mervyn intently, the great eyes as blackly pitiless as the camera lens he held in his hand.
âAll I know about Ethiopia is that Haile Selassie is the Lion of Judah, and that it used to be called Abyssinia.â
âI mean with the people. Hell, their lot hasnât improved in six thousand years. Ethiopians are human, arenât they? Just like you and me.â
Mervyn asked gravely, âYou going to teach them photography?â
Frank Viviano gave him a suspicious look. âWhy not? Pictures have a universal appeal. Theyâll go nuts over photos of Aunt Minnie making hyena soup, Rover chasing a baboon, Junior trying out his first spear.â
Mervyn glanced at his watch. âThat picture of Mary Hazelwood in the foyerâwas it taken here?â
âWhere else? With a long lens on the Mamiyaflex. Sheâs a natural beauty. Nice kid. You a friend of hers?â
âI know her.â
John Vivianoâs brother barked his dark laugh. âSheâs got John on the run, but good. When he starts goddamning a dame, I know heâs hooked. Heâs susceptibleâthatâs how he got into this business. It attracts a lot of queers, but Johnâs all man. He takes a job where he can handle women, because thatâs what he likes to do best.â
âYouâre his partner?â
âPartner, manager, errand boy, floor mat. I also do most of the work. John is the woman handler. How he loves to handle women.â Viviano raised his head. âThatâs him now.â
John Viviano came in jauntily. He stopped abruptly at sight of Mervyn. He set a camera bag down, came over to the bench and stared at the camera his brother was fixing. âThat monstrous old Deardorff.â
âWe need a big view,â grunted the older man. âTakes good pictures.â
âIâm glad you like it. I think itâs a dinosaur.â
âIf a dinosaur can make me a good big negative, Iâll use a dinosaur.â
At this point John Viviano turned his attention to Mervyn. âWhat brings you here, Gray?â His voice was not unfriendly.
âI want your help,â said Mervyn.
Viviano glanced at him sharply, then at his watch. âCome upstairs. Iâm in a hurry, but thereâs time for a drink.â
He took Mervyn up a narrow staircase into a sunny parlor with white walls, a red carpet, a green Empire sofa and an ornate gilt mirror. âScotch? Bourbon?â
âBourbon.â
Viviano went into a pantry, returned with a pair of glasses. âBeen here long?â
âTwenty minutes.â
âYou talk much to my brother Frank?â
âSome.â
âWhat did Frank have to say?â
Whoâs pumping whom? Mervyn thought. âNothing of any consequence,â he said carelessly. âAbout the Peace Corps, mostly.â
John Viviano began to stride back and forth. âTheyâd never take him. Heâs a crackpot. Full of screwy ideas. Well, Gray, whatâs on your mind?â
âMary Hazelwood.â
âDear Mary. You saw the photograph?â
âYes. Well ⦠to be candid, John, Iâm in love with her.â
âWho isnât? So?â Viviano snapped his fingers impatiently.
âSheâs gone off somewhere, and Iâm worried. She hasnât communicated even with Susie. I thought you might have some idea where she is.â
Viviano laughed, thrusting his head forward like a snake. âWhy donât you say what you mean? No, Iâm not the âJohn.â Some other John is the âJohn.â Whoever he is, I envy him. Iâm in love with Mary, too.â
Mervyn tried to look earnest. âI believe you, Viviano. But Mary doesnât know too many
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