'She wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier,' he said.
'Uh-huh.'
'I was nineteen,' he said.
'Uh-huh.'
'Oh, hell,' he said. 'Course not. She wasn't coming across, I wouldn'ta dated her.'
I nodded.
'So her fears were well founded,' I said.
'Yeah,' he said.
'And most of the people she dated felt that way?'
'Yeah.'
He shook his head.
'She was kind of a joke,' he said.
I nodded. We were quiet. Perry absently jiggled the hammer in its holster.
'I feel kind of bad for her,' he said.
'Me too,' I said.
'And I feel kind of bad about myself and how I was with her.'
'Probably should,' I said. 'On the other hand, nineteen and male is nineteen and male.'
'I know that, too,' Perry said.
24
IT WAS RAINY again this April. I worked out at the Harbor Health Club, and when I got through I went into Henry Cimoli's office and drank some coffee with him, and watched the gray rain make circular patterns on the gray ocean through Henry's big picture window.
'Got some donuts,' Henry said. 'Cinnamon. Want one?'
'How many you got,' I said.
Henry opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a box and looked in.
'Ten,' he said.
'You're not having any?' I said.
'I was hoping we could share,' Henry said.
I took a donut.
'Like the view?' Henry said.
'Better than the blank wall that used to be there,' I said. 'With the torn boxing poster of you.'
Henry grinned and leaned back and put his feet up on his desk. His sneakers were silver and black. He was wearing white sweats and a white sleeveless jacket with the collar turned up, and a gold chain around his neck.
'Bought this place 'cause it was a dump and it was cheap, and the clientele I was serving were guys like you and Hawk, and you wasn't afraid to come down to the waterfront to work out,' Henry said. 'People think I am really smart to have jumped in ahead of the next big real estate trend.'
'You had no idea,' I said.
'None,' he said. 'And about five years after I bought the place, the waterfront went sky-high fucking yuppie.'
'As did you,' I said.
'You like my outfit?' he said.
'You look like a very short Elvis impersonator,' I said.
'Hey, it's a costume. I put one like it on every day. We don't have spit buckets in the corners anymore. Health- club business is aimed at women. They think it's adorable to belong to a swishy club on the waterfront run by an actual live former boxer.'
He grinned and flexed his arms.
'With visible biceps,' he said.
'Cute,' I said.
'Why I like Z working out here. He looks like every housewife's dream: dark, big, muscular, sort of dangerous. Hot damn,' Henry said. 'An orgasm waiting to happen. Some of them would jump him in the boxing room if they wasn't afraid I'd yank their membership.'
'Which you wouldn't,' I said.
'Course I wouldn't.'
