"Much as gracias," she said.
"You got good manners. Tha's import an
"Yeah," Hawes said, and he started away from the girl, and again she caught his sleeve.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"I hate thees city. You know why?"
"No. Why?"
"No manners. Tha's the troo."
"Well, things are rough all over," Hawes said impatiently.
He started away again, and Angelica said, "Wha's your hurry?" and this time Virginia Dodge turned from the desk and looked at Hawes suspiciously.
"No hurry," he said to Angelica. He could feel Virginia's eyes on his back. Like two relentless drills, they bored at his spinal column.
"So sit down," Angelica said.
"Talk to me. Nobody thees city ever have time to talk. Iss diff'ren' on the islan'. On the islan', ever' body got time for every ting
Hawes hesitated. Virginia Dodge was still watching him. Trying to appear unhurried, he pulled up a chair and sat. Casually, perhaps too casually, he shook another cigarette from the package and lighted it.
His hand, he noticed, was shaking. He pretended to ignore Virginia completely, pretended to be interested only in the lively company of
~ngelica Gomez. But as he drew on his cigarette, he was wondering How long will it be before she remembers she's left a gun in that coat?
"Where you get that white in your hair?"
Angelica asked.
His hand wandered unconsciously to the white smear above his left temple.
"I was knifed once," he said.
"It grew back this way."
"Where you got knifed?"
"It's a long story."
"I got dine."
I haven't, he thought, and then he realized that Virginia was still watching him, and he wondered if she knew he was up to something, and he felt nervousness settle in his stomach like a heavy black brew. He wanted to let out his breath in a giant sigh, wanted to shout something, wanted to pound his fist against the wall. Instead, he forced himself to continue talking in a normal conversational voice, thinking about the pistol all the while, thinking about it so hard he could almost feel his fingers curling around the checked walnut stock.
"I was investigating a burglary," he said.
"The woman was pretty hysterical when I got there. I guess she was still in shock. She was terrified when I started to leave. I heard her begin screaming as I was going down the stairwell, the high hysterical screams. I was going to send a patrolman up as soon as I reached the street, but I never got that far. This guy came rushing at me with a knife in his hand."
"This was the burglar?"
"No. No, that's funny part of it. He was the super of the building. He'd heard her screams, and came running upstairs because he thought it was the burglar returning. The hallway was dark and when he saw me he jumped me. And he cut me. I didn't know he was the super, either. I got mad as hell, and I just kept hitting him until he went hip. But he'd already put the gash in my head."
"So what happened?"
"So they shaved the hair off to get at the cut.
And when it grew back, it was white. End of story."
"Did the super go to jail?"
"No. He honestly thought I was the burglar."
There was a pause.
"Will I go to jail?"
"Yes. Probably."
There was another pause. He wondered if he should leave now, but Virginia was still watching him. Angelic~ Gomez sat with her hands folded in her lap. There waj sadness on her face, mingled with a hardness that made her seem older than she actually was.
In a thrust at further conversation, Hawes said, "Wha brought you to the mainland?"
Without hesitation, she answered, Pan American Air lines."
"No, no, I meant ..
"Oh. You meant ..." and she burst out laughing, an~ suddenly there was no hardness to her face.
She threw back her head, and the bleached blond hair seemed, for a moment, as natural as her laughter. She was carefrei for an instant, all thought of spontaneous mayhem and violent gang retaliation washed from her mind. Her face relaxed, leaving only the natural beauty which was her birthright and which the city could never rob from her The laughter trailed off. The relaxation dropped from he~ face like a gossamer veil drifting to the dust. There was only the hardness again, covering the beauty with the glitter of shellac.
"I come here because I am hungry," she said.
"Ve poor in Puerto Rico." She pronounced the name of t island with Spanish grandeur, rhyming "Puer" with "prayer," discarding the harsh "Porto" of the native m& lander. And, never having been to the island, Haw listened to her pronunciation of the words and visualiz it immediately as a place of rare beauty.
Angelica shrugged.
"I get letters from my cousin Come the city, come the city. So I come.
Very easy. The plane fare is loan you, there are people who loan y dinero. Later on, you pay them back. With in'ress. So I come. I get here January. Very cold here, I don' ex thees. I knew would be winter here, but not so cold I don't expec'."
"Where'd you go, Angelica?"
"I go first what they call a hot bed place.
You know what thees minns?"
d "No. What?"
"It sounds dirtee, but hot bed is not thees.
Hot bed is where people come to sleep in shifts, comprende? Like e they renn the apartment to three diff'ren' people. You come sleep, you leave. Nex' one comes sleep, he leaves. Then nex' one comes sleep, he leaves. One apartment, three renns. Very smart, much dinero in this. For the landlord. Not for the sleeper." She smiled grimly. Hawes smiled with her.
"So," Angelica said, "I stay there awhile 'til all my money is gone, an' then I go live with my cousins for a while. An' then I figure I am become-how you say-~ burn. Burn. When is too much for someone to carry?"
"Burden," Hawes supplied.
"Si. Burd'n. So I find a man an' go live with him."
"Who?"
"Oh, jus' a man. Pretty good man, no police trouble. But I don' live with him now because he beat me once, an' thees I don' like. So I leave. An' sometimes I sleep around now, but only when I need bad the money." She paused.
"I tell you something."
"What?"
"In Puerto Rico," and again the "Puer" was a prayer, "I am pretty girl. Here, too, I am also pretty-but I am also cheap. You know? I am look at here, an' men think, "I sleep with her." In Puerto Rico, there is respect. Very diff'ren'" "How do you mean?"
"In Puerto Rico, a girl walks don the stritt, men look an' watch, it is a pretty thing to see. I minn, iss all right a girl could wiggle a little, is nice to see, appreciated. An' also a little comical. I minn, good-natured. Here ... no. here, always there is the thinking.