Our bare arms touched and I tamped down the thrill that flared through me. She placed a hand on my wrist and my pulse snapped hard. It was odd and a bit unsettling to know that such small, commonplace human actions could still send me spiralling toward the edge. I hadn't realized I was quite so lonely until that moment.
And there it was, the first sighting of Ferdinand the Magnifico, looking dapper as hell in his old world Victorian-era black suit, lace tie. And this too, our initial meeting with the monkey, Mojo, leashed to his master by a sleek length of golden chain, who hopped around doing a dance in his little jacket and cap while holding his cup out. This also wasn't exactly the grand romance I'd been hoping for, but I'd take whatever I could get.
'Halloo!' Ferdi shouted. Behind him scattered out on the sidewalk stood crates, boxes, and a small assortment of furniture. He must've hired some cheap uninsured movers who would only carry your belongings curb to curb.
Mojo jumped back and forth as far as his chain would allow. Gabriella smiled and said, 'Are you certain you can bring an animal like that into this building?'
'Animal!' Ferdi cried. 'This is no animal, madam! I assure you! This is my partner, Mojo, a gentle soul no different than you or I, with a heart filled with benevolence and an obligation only to make children laugh!'
She ignored the side of his trunk that stated in bold yellow letters FERDINAND THE MAGNIFICO, and asked, 'And just who are you?'
'I am Ferdinand! And this is our new home! Today we move into Apartment 2C of the Stark Building!' He glanced at me, but, like all men, he couldn't keep his eyes off Gabriella for longer than that.
'Nice to meet you, Mr Ferdinand.'
'Just Ferdinand, madam! Are we neighbours? Say it is so!'
'Just Gabriella, Ferdinand,' she said. 'And it is so, we're neighbours. And this is Will.'
'Well then, as you say!'
I bit back a groan. He was the kind of person who shouted everything with a joyous cry. If the decibel level didn't get you, the enthusiasm might. The monkey looked more like my kind of person. He grinned when you looked at him but otherwise just kind of held back, watching and waiting to see what might be coming his way. Printed on the monkey's little hat was the name MOJO. A button pinned to his fire engine red jacket read THE WORLD'S ONLY TALKING/WRITING CHIMP. There was a pad with a pen attached by a string in a small bag around his neck.
Mojo pressed his tin cup out to Gabriella. He was insistent. She gestured that she had no cash on her and I pulled a quarter out of my pocket and snapped it off my thumbnail into his cup. I expected him to say thank you, seeing as he was a talking monkey, but Mojo only hopped twice, squeaked, took off his hat and bowed.
'If he talks, why does he have a pad and pen?' she asked.
'He prefers to write!'
'I see,' she said. She shot me a look. 'Just like Will.'
A reference to me, not to her bestselling author husband. It took me back a step. Of course, she was also likening me to a chimp, so maybe it wasn't quite the compliment I had wanted it to be.
'Well hello, Mojo,' she said, 'how are you today?'
Mojo went, 'Ook.'
Ferdi lifted his arms and clapped happily. 'You see! He says he is fine!'
Gabriella laughed pleasantly and tried again. 'It will be very nice having you in the building, Mojo, I hope we'll become great friends.'
Mojo did a dance, held out his tin cup, and went, 'Ook ook.'
Ferdi said, 'Bravo, Mojo! As all can clearly hear, you have told them you are delighted to be a new neighbour to such gracious and wonderful people!'
'Why doesn't he write us a note instead?' I said.
'I'm sure he soon shall! But at the moment he is enjoying this conversation so much, he has no need to give letters!'
Gabriella gave me the look again and this time I returned it. We were compatriots, we were sharing a moment. She was laughing and I was smiling. That was good enough. I drew another quarter out of my pocket and tossed it into the monkey's cup. If nothing else, he was a smart chimp. He'd already taken me for half a buck.
'Are you with the circus?' I asked.
'No, nor any carnival! We are our own pair, a team! We have toured Central Europe, throughout Asia, New Zealand, and South Dakota! And now, we arrive here!'
'I'll help with your belongings,' I said.
'Wonderful!'
Gabriella swept out past us heading for the door, and the overwhelming urge to touch her rose up in me and made me reach for her, maybe to grab her elbow and turn her to face me, so that I might finally find the courage to say something real and true to her, about myself or about Corben, or perhaps about nothing at all. Just a chance to spend more time with her, even if it was only a few more minutes. When you got down to it I was as needy as Corben, and maybe even worse.
But my natural restraint slowed me down too much, and even before I managed to lift my hand she was already out of reach.
My last image of her: a gust of wind whirling her hair into a savage storm about her head while she eased out the front door silhouetted in the morning sun, her skirt snapping back at me once as if demanding my attention, a curious expression of concern or perhaps dismay on her face — perhaps the subtle after effect of her argument with Corben, or maybe even considering me, for the first time, as a potential lover — moving across the street against traffic. A taxi obscured her, the door finished closing, the chimp chittered, and my secret love was gone.
I thought Ferdi and Mojo might have some friends or fans from New Zealand to help them move in, but they had no one but me. Luckily, they didn't have that much stuff. Mojo really did have monkey bars, a collapsible cage that when put together took up an entire room of the three-bedroom apartment. It was probably my duty to call the landlord and squeal on them. No pets were allowed, much less restricted exotic animals, but I liked the action they brought with them, the energy. Let somebody else rat them out.
We carried everything up the stairs rather than futzing with the tight elevator. It took less than two hours for Ferdi and me to get everything inside and set up.
Ferdi handed me twenty dollars as a tip, but the monkey danced so desperately and kept jabbing his cup at me with such ferocity that I finally gave him the crumpled bill. Ferdi had a real racket going, and I wondered if I could talk him into being my new agent. I could just see him giving hell to my editors, the monkey using his,little pen to scribble out clauses on bad contracts. Ferdi asked me to stay and share a bottle of wine with him, but I had a story I wanted to finish.
When I got back to my place I sat at my desk staring at the screen at some half-composed paragraphs that made virtually no sense to me. Being with Gabriella had inspired me, but now the words ran together into phrases that held no real resolve. I didn't know my own themes anymore.
I sat back and stared up at he shafts of light stabbing down across my study, feeling the weight of the entire building above me — all the living and the dead, the bricks and mortar of history growing heavier every year. A hundred and forty years worth of heritage and legacy, chronicles and sagas. Soon they might crush me out of existence. Maybe I was even in the mood for it.
I had a stack of unopened mail on my bed. I tore into an envelope containing a royalty check for $21.34. I started to crumple it in my fist, but I needed the money. I decided that no matter how Mojo might push me, I wasn't going to give it to him. I picked up an unfinished chapter of my latest novel and the words offended me. I tossed the pages across the room and watched them dive-bomb against the far wall. There wasn't even enough air in here for them to float on a draft. I wondered if Corben was still up there howling. I wondered if Gabriella had returned to him yet or if she was out in the city enjoying herself, taking in enough of the living world for both of them. For all three of us. The claustrophobia started to get to me and I decided to go walk the building.
I hadn't gotten twenty paces from my apartment door when I spotted a man laid out on the tiled floor of the lobby — a shallow red halo inching outward — with an ice-pick in his forehead that vibrated with every breath he took.