Introduce him to every theatrical producer in New York. Haul his filthy shirts back and forth from the laundry. And on top of it all--" The young man broke off. "And the result of all my kindness and decency," he went on, "is that he walks out of the house at five or six in the morning--without so much as leaving a note behind--taking with him anything and everything he can lay his filthy, dirty hands on." He paused to drag on his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke in a thin, sibilant stream from his mouth. "I don't want to talk about it. I really don't." He looked over at Ginnie. "I love your coat," he said, already out of his chair. He crossed over and took the lapel of Ginnie's polo coat between his fingers. "It's lovely. It's the first really good camel's hair I've seen since the war. May I ask where you got it?"
"My mother brought it back from Nassau."
The young man nodded thoughtfully and backed off toward his chair.
"It's one of the few places where you can get really good camel's hair." He sat down. "Was she there long?"
"What?" said Ginnie.
"Was your mother there long? The reason I ask is my mother was down in December. And part of January. Usually I go down with her, but this has been such a messy year I simply couldn't get away."
"She was down in February," Ginnie said.
"Grand. Where did she stay? Do you know?"
"With my aunt."
He nodded. "May I ask your name? You're a friend of Franklin's sister, I take it?"
"We're in the same class," Ginnie said, answering only his second question.
"You're not the famous Maxine that Selena talks about, are you?"
"No," Ginnie said.
The young man suddenly began brushing the cuffs of his trousers with the flat of his hand. "I am dog hairs from head to foot," he said.
"Mother went to Washington over the weekend and parked her beast in my apartment. It's really quite sweet. But such nasty habits. Do you have a dog?"
"No."
"Actually, I think it's cruel to keep them in the city." He stopped brushing, sat back, and looked at his wristwatch again. "I have never known that boy to be on time. We're going to see Cocteau's 'Beauty and the Beast' and it's the one film where you really should get there on time. I mean if you don't, the whole charm of it is gone. Have you seen it?"
"No."
"Oh, you must! I've seen it eight times. It's absolutely pure genius," he said. "I've been trying to get Franklin to see it for months." He shook his head hopelessly. "His taste. During the war, we both worked at the same horrible place, and that boy would insist on dragging me to the most impossible pictures in the world. We saw gangster pictures, Western pictures, musicals--"
"Did you work in the airplane factory, too?" Ginnie asked.
"God, yes. For years and years and years. Let's not talk about it, please."
"You have a bad heart, too?"
"Heavens, no. Knock wood." He rapped the arm of his chair twice. "I have the constitution of--"
As Selena entered the room, Ginnie stood up quickly and went to meet her halfway. Selena had changed from her shorts to a dress, a fact that ordinarily would have annoyed Ginnie.
"I'm sorry to've kept you waiting," Selena said insincerely, "but I had to wait for Mother to wake up.... Hello, Eric."
"Hello, hello!"
"I don't want the money anyway," Ginnie said, keeping her voice down so that she was heard only by Selena.
"What?"
"I've been thinking. I mean you bring the tennis balls and all, all the time. I forgot about that."
"But you said that because I didn't have to pay for them--"
"Walk me to the door," Ginnie said, leading the way, without saying goodbye to Eric.
"But I thought you said you were going to the movies tonight and you needed the money and all!" Selena said in the foyer.
"I'm too tired," Ginnie said. She bent over and picked up her tennis paraphernalia. "Listen. I'll give you a ring after dinner. Are you doing anything special tonight? Maybe I can come over."
Selena stared and said, "O.K."
Ginnie opened the front door and walked to the elevator. She rang the bell. "I met your brother," she said.
"You did? Isn't he a character?"
"What's he do, anyway?" Ginnie asked casually. "Does he work or something?"
"He just quit. Daddy wants him to go back to college, but he won't go."
"Why won't he?"
"I don't know. He says he's too old and all."
"How old is he?"
"I don't know. Twenty-four."
The elevator doors opened. "I'll call you laterl" Ginnie said.
Outside the building, she started to walk west to Lexington to catch the bus. Between Third and Lexington, she reached into her coat pocket for her purse and found the sandwich half. She took it out and started to bring her arm down, to drop the sandwich into the street, but instead she put it back into her pocket. A few years before, it had taken her three days to dispose of the Easter chick she had found dead on the sawdust in the bottom of her wastebasket.
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The Laughing Man
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