stick.â
âI said it, but I donât know how Iâm going to get it done,â I said. âPete wants it sometime during the next two weeks, and I donât know where to start. Iâve never thought about getting a forty-minute program together.â
âYou can have breaks like they have in the regular shows,â Stubby said. âHave somebody dance for three minutes, and then have a five-minute break. Thatâs eight minutes gone already. So you have five dances, which is going to add up to fifteen minutes, and then you have five breaks, which will add up to twenty-five minutes. Fifteen and twenty-five make forty. Nothing to it.â
âJuba, why are other peopleâs problems so easy to solve?â Jack said. He pulled the blankets around his thin shoulders. âAll you needed to do was to call on Stubby and your problems are solved! Of course, youâll have a show with mostly breaks in it and Pete will want to skin you alive, but Stubby will have an answer for that, too.â
âYou donât owe Peter Williams anything,â Stubby said. âYouâre doing him a favor.â
âAnd heâs putting up twenty dollars cash money to pull this thing off,â I said. âSo if I donât get it right, heâs going to want his money back.â
âDid he actually make a promise to give you the money, or did he just talk about it?â Jack asked.
When Pete had started talking about money, I had felt the same way Jack Bishop did, that it was going to be all talk. But then Pete had taken out a small leather pouch and put it in the middle of the table. He had asked me if I knew what was in the bag, and although I had heard the clink of coins, I had just shrugged my shoulders.
Pete emptied the bag onto the table and dumped out twenty silver dollars. He made sure that the pouch was empty and started putting the coins back in. Then he pushed the pouch over to me.
Iâd already figured that Peter Williams was rich, but I didnât think he was so rich he could just hand out twenty dollars like that. When I looked at him, he was staring at me directly in the eyes. What I figured him to be thinking was that I would be really impressed with the money. I hadnât fainted, but my knees were beginning to feel weak.
I took the pouch from my pocket and put it in front of Jack Bishop.
âTwenty dollarsâI counted it four times,â I said. âHe wants a forty-minute show, with black and white performers, and theyâve got to be classy. Plus I have to make a meal for about fifteen tables. Pete says heâll sit special guests at the tables and treat them royal, and everybody else will just be in regular seats around the room.â
âIf you let some of your guests eat off the good plates andthe fine linen, then everybody will think theyâre being treated like swells,â Jack said. âAre you sure Peter isnât English? He sounds sneaky enough.â
âYou think I can pull it off?â I asked.
âYou can if you donât hang all your clothes on one nail,â Jack said. âLook around and see who you can call on to help you. You know who can dance and who can sing. You know whoâs got clean shirts and who donât, too. All you have to do is get them all lined up, see whatâs in it for each of them, and let their interests take over.â
âYou can leave the cooking to me,â Stubby volunteered. âIf theyâre looking for the top drawer, then Iâm your man.â
âGive him a shot, Juba,â Jack said. âHeâll make you proud of him.â
What Jack was saying made sense. I did know most of the entertainers in Five Points and some from as far away as Twenty-Third Street. They were all hungry to show off their talents, and most of them would work for nothing if I asked. When I went over what Stubby had said, about only needing five acts, it gave me a way to think
Lena Skye
J. Hali Steele
M.A. Stacie
Velvet DeHaven
Duane Swierczynski
Sam Hayes
Amanda M. Lee
Rachel Elliot
Morticia Knight
Barbara Cameron