leaves in a half hour. Don't want to miss it.'
Grandma watched him walk away. 'What do you think? He's a live one, huh? For a while, anyway.'
Lula and Sally trudged over and plopped down on the couch next to me.
'Didn't hear no gunfire, so I guess no one saw Maxine,' Lula said.
'Maxine was the smart one,' Sally said. 'She stayed home.'
I looked at him. 'Not a good night?'
'Cleaned me out. I'm going to have to do my own nails this week.'
'I could do them for you,' Lula said. 'I'm real good at nails. See those little palm trees on my nails? I put them on myself.'
'Hold it,' I said, getting to my feet. 'Look at that woman in the turquoise slacks by the craps table. The one with all the yellow hair . . .'
The woman had her back to me, but she'd turned a moment ago, giving me a good look at her face. And she looked a lot like Maxine.
I started walking toward her when she turned again and stared directly at me. Recognition registered simultaneously for both of us. She pivoted on her heel and disappeared into a crush of people at the far side of the table.
'I see her!' Lula said, one step behind me. 'Don't lose sight!'
But I had lost sight. The room was crowded, and Maxine wasn't dressed in red spangles like Lula. Maxine blended right in.
'I got my eye on her,' Grandma yelled. 'She's going for the boardwalk.'
Grandma had climbed onto a blackjack table and was standing, sneakered feet planted wide. The dealer made a grab for her, and Grandma hit him on the head with her purse. 'Don't be rude,' she said to the dealer. 'I just come up here to get a good look on account of the osteoporosis shrunk me and now I'm too short.'
I took off at a run for the boardwalk entrance, weaving between clusters of gamblers, trying not to mow anyone over. In two heartbeats I was out of the game room, into the wide hallway leading to the door. I caught a glimpse of big straw hair in front of me, saw it bob through the double glass door. I was pushing people away and yelling 'Excuse me' and I was breathing heavy. Too many doughnuts, not enough exercise.
I swung through the door and saw Maxine ahead of me, running for all she was worth. I kicked it up a notch, and I heard Lula and Sally clattering and swearing half a block back.
Maxine made a sharp turn off the boardwalk, down a side street. I made the same turn just as a car door slammed and an engine caught. I ran to the car, reached it just as its wheels spun. And then the car was gone. And since Maxine was nowhere to be seen, I supposed Maxine was gone, too.
Sally slid to a stop and bent at the waist to catch his breath. 'That's it for me, man. From now on fuck the heels.'
Lula crashed into him. 'Heart attack. Heart attack.'
We were all walking around, gasping for breath, and Grandma trotted up. 'What happened? What'd I miss? Where is she?'
'Got away,' I said.
'Dang!'
Three guys came out of the shadows at us. They looked to be late teens, wearing baggy homey pants and unlaced court shoes.
'Hey, momma,' one said. 'What's happening?'
'Give me a break,' Sally said.
'Whoa,' the kid said. 'Big bitch!'
Sally straightened his wig. 'Thanks.'
The kid pulled a Buck knife out of his pants pocket. 'How about giving me your purse, bitch?'
Sally hiked up his skirt, reached into his briefs and pulled out a Glock. 'How about using that knife to slice off your balls?'
Lula whipped a gun out of her red satin purse and Grandma hauled out her .45 long-barrel.
'Day my make, punk,' Grandma said.
'Hey, I don't want any trouble,' the kid said. 'We were just having some fun.'
'I want to shoot him,' Sally said. 'Nobody'll tell, right?'
'No fair,' Lula said. 'I want to shoot him.'
'Okay,' Grandma said. 'On the count of three, we'll all shoot him.'
'No shooting!' I said.
'Then how about if I kick the shit out of him?' Sally said.
'You're all nuts,' the kid said, backing away. 'What kind of women are you?' His friends took off, and he ran after them.
Sally put his gun back in his pants. 'Guess I flunked the estrogen test.'
