“You can order something to eat if you want. I’m not hungry.”
“Neither am I.”
“I don’t know where to start. I really don’t.”
I wasn’t sure myself. I said, “Wendy doesn’t seem to have had a job. Was she working when you first moved in with her?”
“No. But I didn’t know that.”
“She told you she had a job?”
She nodded. “But she was always very vague about it. I didn’t pay too much attention, to tell you the truth. I was mainly interested in Wendy to the extent that she had an apartment I could share for a hundred dollars a month.”
“That’s all she charged you?”
“Yes. At the time she told me the apartment was two hundred a month and we were splitting it down the middle. I never saw the lease or anything, and I sort of assumed that I was paying a little more than half. That was all right with me. It was her furniture and everything, and it was such a bargain for me. Before that I was at the Evangeline House. Do you know what that is?”
“On West Thirteenth?”
“That’s right. Somebody recommended it to me, it’s a residence for proper young ladies on their own in the big city.” She made a face. “They had curfews and things like that. It was really pretty ridiculous, and I was sharing a small room with a girl, she was some kind of a Southern Baptist and she was praying all the time, and you couldn’t have male visitors, and it was all pretty lame. And it cost me almost as much as it cost to share the apartment with Wendy. So if she was making a little money on me, that was fine. It wasn’t until quite a bit later that I found out the apartment was renting for a lot more than two hundred a month.”
“And she wasn’t working.”
“No.”
“Did you wonder where her money came from?”
“Not for a while. I gradually managed to realize that she never seemed to have to go to the office, and when I said something, she admitted she was between jobs at the moment. She said she had enough money so that she didn’t care if she didn’t find anything for a month or two. What I didn’t realize was that she wasn’t even looking for work. I would come home from my own job, and she would say something about employment agencies and job interviews, and I would have no way of knowing that she hadn’t even been looking.”
“Was she a prositute at the time?”
“I don’t know if you would call it that.”
“How do you mean?”
“She was taking money from men. I guess she had been doing that for as long as she was in the apartment. But I don’t know if she was exactly a prostitute.”
“How did you first figure out what was going on?”
She picked up her drink and took another sip of it. She put the glass down and worried her forehead with her fingertips. “It was gradual,” she said.
I waited.
“She was dating a lot. Older men, but that didn’t surprise me. And usually, uh, well, she and her date would go to bed.” She lowered her eyes. “I wasn’t snooping, but it was impossible not to notice this. The apartment, she had the bedroom and I had the living room, there was a convertible sofa in the living room—”
“I’ve seen the apartment.”
“Then you know the layout. You have to go through the living room to get into the bedroom, so if I was home, she would bring her date through my room and into the bedroom, and they would be in there for half an hour or an hour, and then either Wendy would walk him to the door or he would go out by himself.”
“Did this bother you?”
“That she was having sex with them? No, it didn’t bother me. Why would it bother me?”
“I don’t know.”
“One of the reasons I moved out of Evangeline House was to live like an adult. I wasn’t a virgin myself. And the fact that Wendy brought men to the apartment meant I could feel free to bring men home myself if I wanted to.”
“Did you?”
She colored. “I wasn’t seeing anyone special at the time.”
“So you knew Wendy was promiscuous, but you didn’t know she was taking money.”
“Not at the time, no.”
“She was seeing a great many different men?”
“I don’t know. I saw the same men over again on several occasions, especially at first. A lot of the time I didn’t meet the men she was with. I spent a lot of the time away from the apartment. Or I would come home when she was already in the bedroom with someone, and I might go out for a drink or something and come back after he had left.”
I studied her, and she averted her eyes. I said, “You suspected something almost from the beginning, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“There was something about the men.”
“I suppose so.”
“What was it? What were the men like?”
“Older, of course, but that didn’t surprise me. Also, they were all well dressed. They looked like, oh, I don’t know. Businessmen, lawyers, professional men. And I just had the feeling that most of them were married. I couldn’t tell you why I thought so, but I did. It’s hard to explain.”
I ordered another round of drinks, and she started to loosen up. The picture began to fill in and take form. There were telephone calls which she answered when Wendy was out of the apartment, cryptic messages she had to relay. There was the drunk who showed up one night when Wendy wasn’t home who told Marcia that she would do just fine and made a clumsy pass at her. She had managed to get rid of him, but still didn’t realize that Wendy’s male friends constituted a source of income to her.
“I thought she was a tramp,” she said. “I’m not a moralist, Mr. Scudder. During that time I was probably going overboard in the opposite direction. Not in terms of how I behaved, but how I felt about things. All those uptight virgins at Evangeline House, and the result was that I had sort of mixed feelings about Wendy.”
“How?”
“I thought what she was doing was probably a bad idea. That it would be bad for her emotionally. You know, ego damage, that kind of thing. Because down underneath she was always so innocent.”
“Innocent?”
She gnawed a fingernail. “I don’t know how to explain this. There was this little girl quality to her. I had the feeling that whatever kind of sex life she led she would still be a little girl underneath it all.” She thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Anyway, I thought her behavior was basically self-destructive. I thought she was going to get hurt.”
“You don’t mean physically injured.”
“No, I mean emotionally. And at the same time I have to say I envied her.”
“Because she was free?”
“Yes. She didn’t seem to have any hang-ups. She was completely free of guilt as far as I could see. She did whatever she wanted to do. I envied that because I believed in that kind of freedom, or thought I did, and yet my own life didn’t reflect it.” She grinned suddenly. “I also envied her life because it was so much more exciting than mine. I had some dates but nothing very interesting, and the boys I went out with were around my own age and didn’t have much money. Wendy was going out for dinners at places like Barbetta’s and the Forum, and I was seeing the inside of a lot of Orange Julius’s. So I couldn’t help envying her a little.”
She excused herself and went to the ladies room. While she was gone I asked the waitress if there was any fresh coffee. She said there was, and I asked her to bring a couple of cups. I sat there waiting for Marcia Thal and wondering why Wendy had wanted a roommate in the first place, especially one who was ignorant of how she earned her keep. The hundred dollars a month seemed insufficient motive, and the inconvenience of functioning as a prostitute under the conditions Marcia had described would have greatly outweighed the small source of income Marcia represented.