Deaths of Jocasta (45 page)

“Micky Knight, I’ll be damned,” Gertie greeted me.

“Hey, Gert, it looks great,” I replied, bending down to kiss her cheek.

She re-aimed my face and smacked me on the lips.

“No shyness here,” she explained. “What’ll you have?” She wheeled herself toward the bar and I followed behind her.

“Uh…club soda,” I replied.

“On the house,” she informed me.

“Club soda,” I affirmed.

She gave Lou, the bartender, my order.

“You can always come by and visit us,” Gertie said. “There are no requirements here.”

“I know, Gert. It was just easier…” I trailed off. “I’m here for oysters.”

“Club soda rots the brain,” Lou said with the bias of a true bartender, as she handed me mine.

“I know, but I had to do something to keep myself on the level with the rest of you.”

Lou snorted, then said, “What are you doing later tonight, Mick? Carmen’s out of town,” she added suggestively.

“Staying out of trouble.” I had, on several occasions, gone home with her. I remembered that. I waved and followed Gertie to the tables.

“Like my ramp?” she asked, as she propelled herself up it. “When you’re in a wheelchair, you worry about making things accessible by wheelchair.”

“I’m impressed,” I said, noticing the polished wood and brass handrail.

“Here, take this table,” she said, stopping.

“It’s too big. Put me in a small one in back.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of company before long,” she replied with a wink, then she headed off for the kitchen.

I sat at my assigned table, sipping my club soda and watching the women at the bar. I felt a little lonely and a little foolish sitting by myself and not drinking. Suddenly there didn’t seem much point in being here. I wondered if I had the nerve to even try picking up a woman without a couple of belts of Scotch. When I got turned down before, it had been easy to get another drink to ease the rejection. It all became a game. Scotch and casual sex. Ask a woman to dance, go back two spaces when she refused, get a drink, and roll the dice again. Dance a slow dance, get ten points, get another drink, and, if she goes home with you, you win the game. If not, another drink and another roll of the dice.

“Are you expecting company, or do you want to join us?”

I looked up. Danny.

“Oh, hi, Danno. You and Elly?”

“Naw, Elly’s at work. She may be here later. The single lesbian lawyers’ league. They meet here every week at this time.”

“So, what are you doing here?” I asked as I got up.

“Honorary member. I used to be single,” Danny replied, leading me back to her table.

“And you’re introducing me to your single friends?”

“They’re not all my friends. You know I’d prefer you to keep away from my friends.” She halted just out of earshot of her table. “A few of these women even deserve you.” She started again before I could reply.

“Ladies and ladies,” Danny orated. “This is Michele Knight, delivered as requested.”

Danny motioned me into a chair, then sat next to me, preventing any quick exit.

There were six women besides us. All lawyers, from the look of their suits and the plethora of briefcases in evidence.

“We didn’t think you should be sitting all by yourself,” one of them flirted.

Names were exchanged, but I didn’t pay much attention. Six new names was too many to remember sober.

“Here, try this,” Danny said, setting a glass of beer in front of me.

“Tastes fine to me,” I said, taking a sip.

“You can have it, then,” she replied. “It tastes like lacquer thinner to me.”

I shrugged and took a swallow. I could have said no. I could have handed it back to Danny and said I don’t want it or said I don’t drink anymore. But had I really come here to not drink? I wanted that beer. I took another sip. A few more swallows and Marla’s (as her name turned out to be) flirting became less annoying. A game even. She wasn’t truly interested in me, she just wanted to sleep with someone she wouldn’t run into in court.

She reached over and touched my hand.

“Next round’s on me. What’ll you have?” she asked.

“Scotch. On the rocks.”

Marla signaled our waitress without letting go of my hand. I was glad I wasn’t sitting next to her. I’d hate to think what she’d pull under the table.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and retrieved my hand. Danny rolled her eyes at me as she got up to let me out.

“Fast work,” she muttered.

“You invited me,” I retorted in an undertone as I slid by her.

When I got back to the table, our food and my Scotch had arrived. I hoped eating would keep Marla’s hands busy.

I was halfway through my po-boy when Elly showed up. Followed by Cordelia. Of course, they’d been at the clinic. Danny kissed Elly hello. Cordelia gave me a slight nod, but didn’t say anything.

I wondered if there was a believable way to run out on a half-eaten oyster po-boy. If only it had been roast beef, I might have pulled it off.

Elly and Cordelia squeezed in next to Danny, forcing me to scoot even nearer to the dreaded Marla. The woman sandwiched between us looked ready to bolt any minute.

I found Cordelia’s presence a distraction. Whenever she said anything I wanted to hear it. I looked at her as often as I could without being caught, all the while calmly trying to eat my po-boy and drink my Scotch. I got another one, hoping it would help calm my nerves.

Two of the lesbian lawyers were leaving. Fortunately, not the one barricading me from Marla. Then Danny and Elly got up to go to the bathroom. Some couples do everything together. But that meant that no one was sitting between me and Cordelia.

She looked at me with her enigmatic half-smile, then slid toward me, until we were sitting next to each other.

“Hi,” I mumbled. The situation seemed to demand something.

“Hi,” she replied. “How are you?”

“Pretty good. How are you?”

“Fine. Doing okay.”

I took a bite of sandwich in the ensuing silence.

“How’s Nina?” I blurted out after I had finished chewing, the silence being too long to bear any more.

“She’s fine,” Cordelia said, then obviously wanting to avoid silence as much as I did, “She flew in from Atlanta. She does business there all the time. And Robin flew in from Houston…”

“Who’s Robin?”

“Her lover.”

“But, you mean…”

Cordelia gave me a questioning look.

“I thought you were…never mind.”

“You thought we were…lovers?”

“She is a cute blonde.” I shrugged nonchalantly, pretending it didn’t signify.

She gave a short laugh. “Nina and I are friends, nothing else, believe me. Let me drink that first.”

She took her beer bottle from me. I had been shredding off the label.

“Is that what you thought?” Cordelia asked me.

“Well, it seemed a logical assumption,” I replied, fiddling with the peeled pieces of label in front of me.

“Not if you knew the two of us. Nina is… I’d find life with Nina boring.”

“Oh, well…” I replied, shrugging again. I was certainly getting my nonchalant shrug practice tonight.

Danny and Elly returned. Marla started pestering me with questions, trying to get my attention again. When she discovered Cordelia was a doctor, she went in search of her attention. I was a one-night stand, but a doctor was a handy thing to have around.

At some point, I caught Danny giving me a dirty look, as if to say, keep your hands off Cordelia. I ignored her.

Cordelia signaled the waitress for another beer.

“Do you want anything?” she asked me.

Yes, you.
“Scotch, on the rocks,” I said.

When the waitress returned, I started to reach into my pocket for money, but Cordelia stayed my hand and stopped me. She paid for our drinks.

She could have put my hand into a socket for the jolt her touch sent through me. That one brief contact completely disconcerted me, and nothing else caught my attention until Marla loudly declared she was leaving, dropping very broad hints that I should follow. Did I need a ride home, etc.

I stayed firmly in my seat. The woman who had been between us got up and left also.

The conversation wandered. Danny and the remaining lawyers discussed an obtuse legal point while Elly and Cordelia talked about work.

Cordelia shifted and I felt her knee press against mine. I was sure she would immediately move away. But she didn’t.

I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I knew what to do, but not what I wanted to do. Some part of me said, pull away, just pull away, you’ll only get hurt. But another part of me desperately wanted her touch.

I didn’t move my knee.

Elly turned to talk to Danny.

“Well?” Cordelia asked me.

I nodded yes. It was that simple. For a brief second I wondered why I had given in so quickly. Didn’t I have any pride left? But I couldn’t answer that question, so I left it.

Cordelia reached down and ran her hand along my thigh and then just as casually used the same hand to pick up her beer bottle. As if nothing had happened.

The last two remaining lawyers got up to leave.

“We need to get going, too,” Elly told Danny.

“Let me finish my beer,” Danny bargained.

I nodded a brief farewell to the two women. While Danny and Elly were distracted with their parting, I put my hand on Cordelia’s thigh. If we’re going to play this game, then goddamn it, let’s play it.

She gave me a sidelong glance, then looked away. Still as if nothing were happening. I kept my hand on her thigh, running my finger against the seam of her jeans, then gradually drifting higher, until my hand was almost at the V of her legs.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I heard Elly tell Danny.

“You just went,” Danny said.

“But I didn’t change my tampon,” Elly explained.

Danny stood up to let her out, shaking her head. I watched it all in a fog of alcohol and…I guess lust is the only word for it.

Danny started to sit down, but looked at us. And saw clearly where my hand was. Her face hardened, she started to say something, but stopped and sat down, pointedly not looking at us.

She suddenly turned to Cordelia. “Don’t you have any better sense?” Danny demanded of her, ignoring me. As if I weren’t there.

“What are you talking about?” Cordelia returned.

“Perhaps it’s escaped your attention,” Danny said sarcastically, “but a strange woman has her hand on your thigh.”

I defiantly kept my hand where it was.

“That’s not a strange woman. That’s Micky. And I’m aware of her hand,” Cordelia replied.

Evidently I was not part of this conversation.

“Good. At least some part of your brain is working,” Danny retorted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Cordelia, why don’t you sleep with someone who hasn’t slept with every other woman in the bar?”

“Why don’t you mind your own business, Danny?” I broke in angrily.

“This is my business. When I see one of my friends screwing over another one, I am going to say something,” she flashed at me. “In this day and age,” she continued, now to Cordelia, “you need to be a little more careful about who you allow to pick you up.”

“I am careful,” Cordelia interrupted her. “You’re talking about one of your closest friends,” she added warningly.

“And ex-lover. If you can call it that. I know what you’ll get from her. She’ll fuck you a couple of times. That’s it,” Danny replied coldly. “That’s not what you want, Cordelia. You’re not a person for one-night stands.”

“Look, Danny,” Cordelia said heatedly. “Don’t tell me what I want or don’t want. Maybe,” she hesitated for a second, “maybe I’d just like to get my brains fucked out every once in a while.”

“Bullshit!” Danny exploded. “You’re making the same goddamned mistake I did. You think Micky will change for you. She won’t. All she’ll do is fuck you. Every way she can. Three women in one night. When we were supposedly lovers. What a joke,” Danny said bitterly. “You had to tell me, didn’t you?” she said to me.

“You asked,” I retorted.

“I asked where you had been. How the hell could you do it with that many women?”

I knew she didn’t expect an answer, but I gave her one anyway.

“I faked it.”

“You faked it?” Danny asked incredulously, then disgustedly, “You faked it? What kind of slut does that?”

“The kind you found attractive, evidently,” I retorted icily.

“Not with me,” Danny shot back. “I would have known.”

“You were as easy to fool as anyone else,” I told her. It was a brutal thing to say.

She flinched, then sat up very straight.

“You goddamned filthy slut! You cheap whore,” Danny spat at me, furious, her face ashen and hard.