"Well…" Again, she held back a laugh. She thought for a moment, and then said, "I guess I don't like sailors."
"That's no attitude," Jeff said, grinning. "Some of my best friends are sailors."
"No," the girl said, shaking her head. "No. Sorry. No sailors." She saw the disappointment on his face and quickly added, "Besides, I'm too high."
"High?"
"Yes, my price. My… uh… my fee?" She made it sound as if she were asking him what the correct word should be.
"Well, how high is high?" Jeff asked, beginning to bargain.'
"A lot." The girl considered the question gravely. "More than you earn in a week."
"How much is that?"
"Very, very high," she said.
"Well, how much? Can't you tell me? Boy, you sure act strange for a…"
"I told you," the girl said. "Very very very high." She seemed at a loss for words. She struggled with her thoughts and then desperately said, "What's the highest you ever paid?"
"Twenty. But that was on the Coast. On the Coast…"
"I'm much higher than that," she said quickly, seemingly relieved.
"Forty?"
"Higher."
"A hundred?" he asked, appalled.
"Goodness," the girl said, her eyes twinkling again. "Do I look like a common streetwalker?"
"Well, no, no," he said hastily, "you don't. But a hundred dollars, God, I…"
"I didn't say a hundred. I said higher."
"I haven't even got twenty," he said despondently. "You see, I was in a poker game and…"
"Well, there are other girls," she said curtly. "Goodbye."
She turned on her heel and began walking up the street. Jeff watched her and then, galvanized into sudden action, he yelled, "Hey! Wait!" and ran after her.
"What is it?" she said.
"Listen, can't we talk this over?"
"Why?"
"Well, I… I think you're pretty."
"Thank you."
"I mean it. I'm not just saying it so you'll…" He paused. "I mean it."
"Why don't you go home, sailor?" she said kindly, her face suddenly turning so tender that he wanted to kiss her right then and there in the street, even though you weren't supposed to kiss girls like this, still he wanted-
"Home?" he said. "Hell, I live in Colorado. Listen, can't we talk this over?"
"Sailor-"
"Jeff."
"Jeff, all right, Jeff, I'm not what you think. I'm not what the fellow sent you uptown for."
"Huh?"
"I cook for La Gallina and some of the other bars. They have steam tables. I prepare the food for them."
"You pre- oh." He paused. "So you were in there…"
"Getting things ready for when they open," the girl said, nodding.
"Oh." He paused again. "And all that business about price…"
"I was fooling you."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry."
"That's all right. I'm sorry I fooled you."
"Oh, that's all right." He studied her soberly. "You're still very pretty."
"Thank you."
"Do you… do you have to run off?"
"I have to get dressed. I'm going to church."
"I'll go with you," he said quickly.
"Are you Catholic?"
"Presbyterian. I'll go with you anyway. I've gone to all kinds of religious services in the Navy. I'm something of an expert. You see, I do it to get out of work parties. Whenever I'm on a work party and they announce like, 'All people of the Jewish faith, prepare to leave the ship for religious services,' I all of a sudden become a person of the Jewish faith. I'm just sorry there aren't less work parties and more religions."
The girl shook her head. "I would feel funny."
"Are you religious? Is that it?"
"I suppose so. Yes."
"Well, I mean, the church won't fall down or anything if I walk into it. Believe me. I've been inside Catholic churches before. It's a nice service." He nodded, thinking over the various services he had been to.
"I would still feel funny," the girl said. She looked at him in indecision, and then made a slight movement of departure.
"Look," he said. "Look… don't run off."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"You'll be busy," she said. "La Gallina opens at noon."
"Well, that… you know, it's not that important."
"Isn't it?"
"No, it isn't," he said firmly. "Look, won't you… won't you stay with me?"
The girl looked at her watch. "I have to go," she said. "I want to catch the eleven o'clock Mass."
"Will you meet me after church?"
"Why should I?"
"I want you to. Don't you want to?"
The girl hesitated. Then she said, "Yes, I do."
"Then why don't you?"
"Are you on a ship?"
"Yes. Look, will you…"
"What kind?"
"A destroyer."
"Is it big?"
"Pretty big. Will you meet me?"
"Why do you want to meet me? Haven't you got a girl back home?"
"I used to, but not any more. Have… have you got a… a boy?"
"No."
"Good. That's good." He smiled.
"Yes," she said, and she returned the smile.
"Will you… will you meet me?"
"If I do… would we go someplace outside the neighborhood?"
"If you like."
"Where will we go?"
"I don't know. I don't know this city too well."
"But we will leave the neighborhood?"
"Yes. You see, if we were back in Colorado, I'd take you up in the mountains. We'd pack a picnic basket and go up in the mountains. I'd drive you in my car. I've got a '37 Ford."
"What color is it?"
"Yellow. I painted it myself."
"I knew it was yellow," she said.
"Did you? How'd you know?"
"Yellow or red. Those are the two colors I thought."
