beach things I make. I knew that the minute I saw your sketches of her. I pinned patterns on her, draped fabrics, used her body to try out ideas. I never told you?â
Maybe she had; everything about Cassie had taken on new importance in the last half hour. Why hadnât I realized before that Cassie and Gayle had pretty much the same body in different sizes? Clearly, it was the kind of body I wanted to draw.
âDamn, Iâm sorry about that girl,â Gayle went on. âWhy does this kind of thing have to happen?â
I thought I heard a note of guilt in her voice. I said, âGayle, did you see something like it coming?â
âNothing like this,â she said quickly; she may have started down a road she hadnât meant to take. She took a moment, maybe to plan how she would say it. âBut looking back I canât say Iâm totally bowled over with surprise.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means it takes one to know one.â She was surer now. âSid, she was me at that ageâspreading her wings, ready to take chances. I donât know how or why, but she may have stuck her nose in where she shouldnât have.â
âA straight-ahead kid like Cassie? Feet on the ground, all-around good?â
âBasically, sure. Hey, I was basically a good kid. But if you hadnât come along Iâd have ended up modeling a body bag on Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard.â
âDonât compare your world with Cassieâs. She had a real home, a religious mother who fussed over herââ
âYeah,â Gayle murmured. âThatâd keep her in line.â
âFrom what I could tell she stayed in line.â
âIf she did it was because she was afraid her old man would show up to give her a good whipping. Thatâs about the only thing he ever did show up for.â
âShe talked to you about that?â
âNot much. But maybe more than with you. Girl to girl. He was bad news.â
âDid he make moves on her?â
That startled her. âWhat? She never said anything about that. Whereâd you get it?â
I started to backpedal. âWas it something she said once? Iâm not sure.â
But I remembered it clearly: She said some man had seen her naked and she didnât like it. What had made me make the leap to her father?
Gayle said, âThe worst I heard about her old man is that heâs a boozer. Like half the people in this town. That other, ugh. Maybe I was lucky.â
âThat your father never came after you?â
âThat I never knew him.â
Because she and Cassie had been girl to girl, I wondered what she knew about Paulie Malatesta. I never got to ask; a customer had walked into the shop and Gayle had to hang up.
With the phone still in my hand I remembered to call Lonnie. I got the machine:
âYou have reached the Leona Morgenstern Gallery. Please leave your name and number and weâll return your call at the very first opportunity.â
This wasnât the shrew who phoned me just after the crack of dawn, but the woman who had taken a lease on my heart when we first met two decades ago. Lonnie now mostly reserved that liquid, come-hither voice for the paying customers.
After the beep I said, âLonnie?⦠Lonnie, where the hell are you? Itâs nearly two oâclock. Rule one for selling artâopen the door.â No wonder my work wasnât selling.
I waited a few seconds for someone to pick up. Nothing but tape static. I said, âOkay, Iâm coming in. Iâll be there at six to meet your Texas fat cat. If he shows before me, warn him to stand back from my paintings with his pointy alligator boots.â
I thought that this might stir her to pick up her phone. When it didnât, I added, âAnd, Lonnie, would you tell Alan Iâm coming in? When Iâm through at your place, Iâll take him out for spaghetti or another budget
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