"You come here often?" Roger asked.
"First time," Molly said.
"Me, too."
"You live in the neighborhood?"
"No," Roger said. "I'm from upstate."
"I'm from Sacramento," Molly said. "California."
"No kidding?"
"That's right," she said, and smiled. She isn't even pretty when she smiles, Roger thought. Her teeth are too long for her mouth and her lower lip has marks on it from her bite.
"You're a long way from home," he said.
"Don't I know it," she answered.
The waiter came to the table with their drinks. They were silent while he put them down. When he walked away, Roger lifted his glass and extended it toward her.
"Well," he said, "here's to strangers in the city."
"Well, I'm not really a stranger," she said. "I've been here a week already." But she drank to his toast anyway.
"What brought you here?" he asked.
"I don't know." She shrugged. "Opportunity."
"Is there?"
"Not so far. I haven't been able to get a job yet."
"What kind of work are you looking for?"
"Secretarial. I went to a business school on the Coast. I take very good shorthand, and I type sixty words a minute."
"You ought to be able to get a job easy," Roger said.
"You think so?" she asked.
"Sure."
"I'm not very pretty," she said flatly.
"What?"
"I'm not very pretty," she said again. She was staring at the fresh whiskey sour, her fingers toying again with the cherry. "Men want their secretaries to be pretty." She shrugged. "That's what I've found, anyway."
"I don't see what difference it makes," Roger said.
"It makes a lot of difference."
"Well, I guess it depends on how you look at it. I don't have a secretary, but I certainly wouldn't mind hiring someone who looked like you. There's nothing wrong with your looks, Molly."
"Well, thanks," she said, and laughed in embarrassment, without really believing him.
"How'd your folks feel about you coming all the way East?" he asked.
"I don't have any folks."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he said.
"They both died when I was nineteen. My father died of cancer, and then my mother died six months afterwards. Everybody says it was of a broken heart. Do you think people can die of a broken heart?"
"I don't know," Roger said. "I suppose it's possible."
"Maybe," Molly said, and shrugged. "Anyway, I'm all alone in the world."
"You must have relatives," Roger said.
"I think my mother had a brother in Arizona, but he doesn't even know I exist."
"How come?"
"Oh, my father had an argument with him long before I was born, about a deed or something he said belonged to my mother, I don't know, something to do with land in Arizona. Anyway, my uncle hauled my father into court, and it was a big mess, and my father lost, and everybody stopped speaking to each other right then and there. I don't even know his name. My uncle's, I mean. He doesn't know mine, either."
"That's a shame," Roger said.
"Who cares? I mean, who needs relatives?"
"Well, it's nice to have a family."
"Mmm, yeah, well," Molly said.
They were silent. Roger sipped at his beer.
"Yep, I've been all alone since I was nineteen," Molly said.
"How old are you now?" he asked.
"Thirty-three," she answered unflinchingly. "Decided it was time for a change, figured I'd come East and look around for a better job. So far, I haven't found a goddamn thing."
"You'll find something," Roger assured her.
"I hope so. I'm running out of money. I was staying downtown when I got here last week, but it was costing me twenty dollars a day, so I moved a little further uptown last Friday, and even that was costing me twelve dollars a day. So yesterday I moved to a real dive, but at least I'll be able to hold out a little longer, you know? This city can kill you if you don't watch out. I mean, I left California with two hundred and fifty dollars and a suitcase full of clothes, and that was it. I figured I'd be able to land something pretty quick, but so far . . ." She shrugged. "Well, maybe tomorrow."
"Where'd you say you were staying?" Roger asked.
"The Orquidea, that's a hotel on Ainsley. There's a lot of Spanish people there, but who the hell cares, it's very inexpensive."
"How much are you paying?" Roger asked.
"Seven dollars a night. That's very inexpensive."
"It certainly is."
"It's a nice room, too. I always judge a hotel by how fast they are on room service, and whether or not they get your phone messages right. Not that I've gotten any phone messages since I checked in after all, it was only yesterday but I did order a sandwich and a glass of milk from room service last night, and they brought it right up. The service was really very good."
"That's important," Roger said. "Good service."
"Oh, sure it is," Molly said. She paused and then asked, "Where are you staying?"
"Oh, in a furnished room on ... uh ... South Twelfth, I guess it is."
"Is it nice?"
"No, no, it's pretty crumby. But it's only for a few nights. And I didn't want to spend too much money."
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Tomorrow, I guess. Tomorrow morning."
"Mmm," she said, and smiled weakly.
"Yep, tomorrow morning," he repeated.
"Mmm."
"How's your drink?" he asked.
"Fine, thank you."
"Not too sour, is it?"
"No, it's just right." She smiled again, lifted her glass, and sipped at it. A little foam clung to her lip, and she licked it away. "Do you like this city?" she asked.
"I don't know it too good," he said.
"Neither do I." She paused. "I don't know a soul here."
"Neither do I," he said.
"Neither do I," she said, and then realized she was repeating herself, and laughed. "I must sound like a poor little orphan child, huh? No parents, no relatives, no friends. Wow."
"Well, I'm sure you have friends back in ... what was it ... Sacramento?"
"Yeah, Sacramento. I had a very good friend there, Doris Pizer is her name, she's Jewish. A very nice girl, though. In fact, one of the reasons I came here was because of Doris. She went to Hawaii."
"Oh, yeah? Is that right?"
"Mmm," Molly said, nodding. She lifted her drink again, took a quick sip at it, put it down, and then said, "She left last month. She wanted me to go with her, but I'll tell you the truth, heat has never really appealed to me. I went down to Palm Springs once for a weekend, and I swear to God I almost dropped dead from the heat."
"Is it very hot in Hawaii?"
"Oh, sure it is." Molly nodded. "She got a job with one of the big pineapple companies. Dole, I think, who knows?" She shrugged. "I could have got a job there, too, but the heat, no thanks." She shook her head. "I figured I'd be better off here. It gets cold as hell here in the winter, I know, but anything's better than the heat. Besides, this is a pretty exciting city. Don't you think so?"
"Yes."
"It's a pretty exciting city," Molly said.
"Yes."
"You never know what's going to happen here, that's the feeling I get. I mean, who knew I was going to meet you tonight, for example? Did you know?"
"No, I didn't."
"Neither did I. That's what I mean. This is a very exciting city."
"Yes."
"So, you know," she said, picking up her drink and draining the glass this time, "when Doris left I really didn't have anything to keep me there any longer. In Sacramento, I mean. It's a nice place, and all that, but it takes me a while to make friends, and with Doris gone, I figured this was as good a time as any for me to pick up and explore the country a little myself, you know? What the hell, this is a big country. I was born in Tacoma, Washington, and then we moved to Sacramento when I was eighteen, my parents died when I was nineteen, and I was stuck in Sacramento from then on. So it was a good thing Doris went to Hawaii, if you know what I mean, because it goosed me into action." She giggled and said, "Well, I don't exactly mean goosed."