I Can Get It for You Wholesale (32 page)

“So
little
? Eighteen hundred?”

“Well, it’s the tenth of the month, Mr. Bogen.” She didn’t have to use that tone of voice. I wasn’t as dumb as all that. I’d managed to graduate from kindergarten on my own brains. “We’re always low at the tenth, because we pay all our bills then. In a couple of days, when the customers’ checks start coming in, our balance is back to normal, that’s all. It’s always that way, Mr. Bogen, every month.”

“Yeah? Then how about this?” I held up the check. “The bank said no funds.”

“Well, I can’t help
that
, Mr. Bogen,” she said, screwing up her lips again. She was a whiz at it. “As far as I know I keep my books accurately and that balance is correct. If you keep on drawing checks on the outside, Mr. Bogen”—she shrugged—“without telling me about it, so I can enter it in my cash payments book and deduct it from my balance,
well
, Mr. Bogen.” She shrugged again. That made two things she was good at. “In that case, Mr. Bogen, there’s just nothing I can do about it, that’s all.”

“Oh. Yeah. Well, I did draw a couple of checks. All right, Miss A,” I said. “You can go back.”

“Will you give me a list of those checks you drew, Mr. Bogen, so I can adjust my books?”

“Oh, uh. I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I’ll give you a total figure a little later in the day. I’ll figure it up and give it to you later.”

Before she went out she gave a last quick exhibition of all her talents. She screwed up her face
and
she shrugged. Well, I wasn’t interested in her accomplishments. She was hired to be my bookkeeper, and if she displayed any more interest in appointing herself guardian of my private affairs, I’d get myself a new bookkeeper. Because I needed a bookkeeper, but I was perfectly capable of handling my private affairs.

I only hesitated a moment or so before I picked up the receiver.

“Miss K,” I said, “remember that Mr. Maltz that used to call me up pretty regularly and I told you always to tell him I was out?”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen. He—”

“Well, let me ask you. Has he called me recently?”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen. He called you only last week.”

“He did? All right, then, Miss K. I’ll tell you what. See if you can get him for me, will you?”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen.”

I hung up and lit a cigarette. It was a good thing I hadn’t told him to go to hell. But it wasn’t an accident. I don’t get into fights unless it’s to my advantage.

The phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Here’s Mr. Maltz, Mr. Bogen.”

“Put him on. Hello? Hello, Tootsie?”

“Yeah. Who’s this, Harry?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you, Harry?”

“Swell,” I said. “And you?”

“I’m all right. Gee, I’m glad to hear from you, Harry. I been calling you for weeks and weeks, I guess. I didn’t know—”

“I been out on the road a lot, Tootsie,” I said. “I don’t get much of a chance to stick around the city, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Well, gee, it sure is good to speak to you again, Harry.” There was no mistaking the pleasure in his voice. I guess he was a nicer guy than I’d given him credit for being. “You all cured now?”

“Cured?” I said. “Oh, yeah, sure. I’m swell, now, Tootsie. Everything one hundred per cent, now. Believe it or not, the doctors gave me the old okay.”

“Gee, that’s swell, Harry. I mean it. I sure am glad to hear that. Let me ask you, how’s business? I hear you’re a big dress manufacturer now.”

“Yeah,” I said. “When I got back, after I was sick, a coupla guys I knew, they sorta asked me to go in with them.”

“You like it?”

“It’s all right,” I said.

There was a pause. I could feel that he wanted to say something, but that, of course, was his worry.

“I’ll tell you why I called you, Tootsie,” I said. I laughed a little. “All of a sudden, from a clear sky, the bank tells me I’m temporarily overdrawn. Can you beat that? Just for a coupla days, till my collections come in, I’m short. And I’ll tell you, Tootsie, I was just wondering if you could sort of, well, just for a coupla days, you know, if you could sort of let me have a coupla thousand? You’d get it right back on the thirteenth, the minute my collections come in. If you want, I’ll even—”

“Jesus, Harry,” he said in a low voice, “you know I’d gladly let you have it if I could. But hell, Harry, the delivery business isn’t what it used to be. I don’t even know where the hell I’m gonna get the money together for my payroll this week, unless I get some of my accounts to anticipate their bills.”

I opened my mouth to begin to coax him, but I stopped. I knew Tootsie Maltz. He wouldn’t lie to me.

“That’s too bad, Tootsie,” I said. “Well, thanks anyway. And call me up sometime, will you?”

His voice became excited.

“Harry!” he said. “Wait a minute, will you? Harry!”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t like to bother you, Harry,” he said slowly. “I know you got your own troubles and all. But hell, I don’t know, Harry. Things’ve been pretty lousy around here for a long time now. That’s why I been calling you, Harry. I guess I haven’t got the head for these things that you have, Harry.”

“Look, Tootsie,” I began. “I’m in a—”

This was no time to stop to gather compliments.

“Harry,” he said, “Please. Couldn’t you come up just for a few minutes some day? I just want to ask you a coupla questions and show you my books and all. You know. I just want your advice, Harry. It wouldn’t take you long. Just for a few minutes, Harry. What do you say?”

“Well, gee whiz, Tootsie, I couldn’t do it now. I’ve got to straighten this thing out at the bank, you know.”

“It doesn’t have to be to-day, Harry,” he said quickly.

“Any time’ll be all right. I just want to ask you a few things. There’s a lot of other guys in the business, now, and they’re cutting prices and going in for new kinds of services and all—and gee, Harry, I just can’t keep up with them.” His voice became desperate. “I know you can straighten me out, Harry. You started this business. You know it from A to Z. It wouldn’t take you long. A few minutes, Harry, that’s all. You don’t have to do anything. Just tell me what—”

“Listen, Tootsie. I can’t do it now. I’m in a hurry.”

“It doesn’t have to be to-day, Harry. Any time is all right. Please, Harry.”

“All right, Tootsie, all right. Some other time. I’ll call you up.”

“You won’t forget, Harry, will you? It’s important, Harry.”

“No, no, I won’t forget, Tootsie. Stop worrying about it.”

“Gee, thanks, Harry. It won’t take you long. You can just—”

“All right, all right,” I said. “I’ll call you next week.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

“It’s all right, Tootsie. Forget it.”

I jiggled the receiver. The switchboard operator got on.

“Yes, Mr. Bogen?”

“Get me Mr. Barnes at the bank,” I said into the receiver and slammed it down. I wasn’t worried. I was just sore. I knew we were in good shape. Our outstandings alone were four times our liabilities. And we had a good inventory, too. And we didn’t owe the bank a nickel. And we had more orders on hand than we could fill. So I wasn’t worried. But I was sore. Being temporarily short at the bank knocked my plans screwy for a couple of days. Well, I’d have to see to it that it didn’t happen again.

The phone rang.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Barnes on the wire, Mr. Bogen.”

“Put him on. Hello, Barnes?”

“Yes, Bogen, how are you?”

“Fine, thanks, and you?”

“I’m all right, thanks, Bogen. What’s on your mind?”

“I’ll tell you, Barnes,” I said, “I sent my boy down to cash a check this morning and, heh, heh, believe it or not, we’d accidentally overdrawn our account.”

“We-ell, Bogen, don’t worry too much about it. That happens every once in a while to the best of us.”

“Thanks, Barnes. I just wanted you to know about it and to tell you—”

“Oh, I knew about it, Bogen. In fact, I was just sending you a little note reminding you about it.”

No wonder he hadn’t acted surprised or worried. Judging from the tone of his voice, it couldn’t be overdrawn such a hell of a lot.

“Well, what I wanted to say, Barnes, was that the reason we’re overdrawn is that it’s the tenth of the month and we paid our bills. But our receivables pay us at the same time, Barnes. In fact, those checks are in the mail to us right now. To-day is the tenth? To-morrow, the eleventh, or the day after, we’ll have a big deposit down there, Barnes.”

“That’s quite all right, Bogen. We’re not worrying.”

I had to laugh at these
goyim
and their politeness. They aren’t born smart, like Jews. And they know it and it scares them. So they figure out a substitute. They act like gentlemen to each other. They’re polite all the time, so they can be sure one won’t screw the other. Well, thank God I didn’t need any substitutes for smartness. I didn’t have to be polite, except for pleasure.

“Thanks, Barnes,” I said.

“Nothing at all, Bogen. We know you’re good.”

That made two of us.

“Thanks, Barnes. ʼBye.”

“Good-bye, Bogen.”

I did some quick mental arithmetic before I picked up the receiver again.

“Get me Riverside 9-0437.”

“Here’s your number, Mr. Bogen.”

“Hello, Martha?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Listen, kid. I’ve got to run out of town for a couple of days to see some buyers, and—”

“Oh, Harry!”

“Now, Martha, please. Don’t take it that way. This can’t be helped. But it’s only for a couple of days. To-day is the tenth. I’ll be back by the twelfth or the thirteenth at the latest. I’ll call you up as soon as I get back, all right?”

“Oh, gee, Harry, and I was—”

She was really wasting her breath and that baby voice of hers, because I knew just exactly what she’d been thinking.

“Now don’t you worry, Martha. This is just one of those things. And when I get back, we’ll take a look at that roadster then. Okay, kid?”

“Okay, dear,” she said.

F
OR THE FIRST TIME
in weeks I had nothing to do. I got up and walked around my private office for a few minutes. I punched the sofa pillows into shape and straightened a couple of pictures on the wall. I shifted the papers on my desk, but there was nothing there that needed my immediate attention. I started to walk out to the showroom, but stopped at the door and came back. There were more than enough salesmen out there already. I looked through my address book, but there was nothing in it I could use. Broadway was out for the next day or so. All I’d need, at this stage of the game, was to have her see me with somebody else. With me supposed to be out of town, yet, too. I stood at the window, smoking a cigarette, and tried to figure out what you
could
do while you were waiting for your collections to come in. Finally I fired the cigarette out of the window. Whatever happened, I wasn’t going to spend my time sitting there, doing nothing.

I went into the back to find Babushkin.

“Meyer,” I said, “you know those two dresses I asked you to make up for me a couple of days ago?”

“Dresses?”

Yeah, dope, the things we manufacture in our business.

“You know,” I said. “Numbers 790 and 890. The two I wanted you to make up in an extra large size.”

“Oh,” he said. “The forty-fours.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You got them ready yet?”

“Wait a minute, I’ll see.”

He disappeared into the cutting room and after a few moments returned.

“They’re all finished except for the slips. Why, you wanted them now?”

“Yeah, Meyer, I wanted them for to-night. Could you have them made up by about five-thirty or six to-night?”

“Sure, Harry. I’ll tell one of the operators.”

“Thanks, Meyer,” I said. “And when they’re finished, have them wrapped and put the box in my private office. Okay?”

“Sure,” he said.

I stopped at the switchboard on my way back and said to the girl, “Get my home.”

She hesitated a moment.

“Uptown?” she said. “Or—?”

“My mother,” I said and went into my office.

When the phone rang I said, “Hello, Ma?”

But the girl at the switchboard answered.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bogen,” she said, “but there’s no answer.”

“All right,” I said. “Keep trying it at regular five-minute intervals until you get it. I’ll be in my office all afternoon. Send in the
News Record
and
Women’s Wear
, will you?”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen.”

“And while you’re at it, send a boy out for the afternoon papers, too, will you?”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen.”

I wondered what I’d do if one of them ever said, “No, Mr. Bogen.”

When the papers came I didn’t touch them. I let them lie on the desk while I sat with my legs propped up on the opened top drawer and smoked.

After a half hour I picked up the receiver again.

“How about that Intervale number?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bogen,” she said. “I’ve been trying it right along, like you said, Mr. Bogen, but there’s no answer.”

“All right,” I said. “Keep trying. And by the way.”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen?”

“Send a boy out for a carton of cigarettes, will you? Take it out of the petty cash.”

“Yes, Mr. Bogen.”

I guess it was a reflex.

“Hello?” I said.

“Yes, Mr. Bogen?”

“
Yes
, Mr. Bogen,” I said sharply.

“What?” she gasped.

“Nuts,” I said, and hung up.

I figured I could smoke one cigarette every five minutes. That made twelve an hour. Therefore, when the phone rang, it must have been ten after five. Because I’d opened a pack at a quarter to four, and now there were three cigarettes left in the wrapper. I lit a fresh one and picked up the receiver.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hello, Heshie?”

“Yeah, Ma.” I flicked the freshly lighted cigarette out the window and sat up in my chair. “How are you?”

“All right,” she said. “And you?”

“I’m okay, Ma.”

She cleared her throat.

“Did you get my check, Ma?”

“Yeah, Heshie. I got it. Thanks.”

“Everything is all right, Ma?”

“Everything is all right, Heshie.”