“Nothing.”
“We better get back for breakfast.”
“Okay.”
“Hmmm,” she said. Noting the patch of grassless ground. “Wonder what’s planted there.”
Nothing that’ll grow, I thought.
“Let’s get back,” I said.
Breakfast was under way, when we did, and Paula—having the alcoholic’s standard plate of hardly any food (but no glass of whiskey yet)—smiled wickedly at Louise, recognizing what I can best if rudely describe as the freshly fucked look on Louise’s face, and Louise blushed, and I frowned at Paula, but nobody else noticed anything. We sat and ate. Ma wasn’t cooking, this time, but Mrs. Gillis did a pretty fair job of it herself. Scrambled eggs and bacon and fried potatoes with gravy and glasses of milk all around.
Ma seemed a little blue about it, actually—especially since her boys Fred and Doc were bent over their plates, inhaling the stuff.
Karpis was sitting next to me, his girl Dolores next to him. “You can freshen up in our room,” he said. “Right across from yours.”
“Thanks.”
“Towels and a mirror and a basin. You’ll have to come downstairs and get some fresh water, though. If you want to shave, anyway.”
“Yeah, I guess I do look a little scruffy.”
He pushed his glasses up on his nose. “We don’t stand on ceremony, here.”
Nelson was eating a plate of food that would’ve fed a man twice his size; sitting right across from me, next to his cute little brunette wife, he said, “I hear you’re coming in with us. Taking Candy’s place.”
At the phrase “taking Candy’s place,” Paula laughed, and a few heads turned toward her with expressions that said they didn’t get it. But the moment quickly passed, thank God.
“Yeah,” I said. “And I’m pleased to be in such high-flying company.”
Nelson smiled; his mustache looked both wispy and fake, like he was a kid who pasted on each strand with glue, one at a time. “Good to have you aboard. Sorry about the ridin’ I give you yesterday. Chicago says you’re aces, so there’ll be no more complaints from me.”
“Thanks, Nelson.”
“You can call me B.G.”
For Big George.
“Sure, B.G.,” I said.
I was shaving in Karpis and Dolores’ room when Karpis came in, his creepy smile on display.
“You forgot these,” he said.
He was holding out my glasses. I had set them on a dresser last night before I went to bed, and had, frankly, forgot to put the damn things on this morning.
“Thanks,” I said, gliding the razor across my throat.
“I notice they’re window glass,” he said.
I wondered if I had the nerve to use a razor to kill a man.
“So are mine,” he said, tapping the side of his wire-frames.
“No kidding,” I said. Shaving.
“Got to change our looks as best we can, in this business. I try to wear ’em all the time. You get used to ’em after a while.”
I smiled at him in the mirror. “I still forget sometimes. The plastic surgery’s a help, but glasses add to the basic change of appearance. Don’t you agree?”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Karpis said. He put the glasses down next to me. “Now, we’ll be leaving today, throughout the morning and early afternoon. In several cars, at staggered times.”
I nodded. “Not a good idea to travel in a caravan.”
“Nothing that attracts attention is a good idea.”
This might work out. If I could just get Louise in the Auburn—the two-seater Auburn—I could drive away with her, and break off from this fun group before they were any the wiser.
I said, “I, uh…I’m getting attached to Louise.”
Karpis flashed his sick grin again. “You’re a fast worker.”
“She’s a nice kid.”
“And lonely. You must peddle a pretty slick line to the ladies, Lawrence.”
“I get by. You mind if she rides with me?”
“Not at all. I’ll give you directions to the tourist court, before you leave.”
“I’ll take the Auburn, if that’s okay.”
