'Do you sing?'
Vernice said, 'No, but I moan a lot when I make love.'
It got the pongee bathrobe open to all of her flesh and that was it. They went about making love in the usual way, quick, but that was all right, they were both in a hurry to have it. She moaned a lot and then screamed.
Vernice said, catching her breath, 'There. You get all that lust out of the way and the next one, that's the fun.'
She left the bedroom and came back with a pack of cigarettes, her lighter and an ashtray, telling Dennis as she got in bed, 'I'm an old-fashioned girl at heart with old-fashioned ways. You want one?' And said, 'That's right, you don't smoke. No small vices. What's on your shoulder?' Looking at his tattoo.
'A seahorse.'
'It's cute, looks like a little dragon.' She smoked and said, 'You like it here?'
'You mean staying here?'
'In Tunica.'
'It's up to Billy Darwin.'
'You can always get a casino job.'
'I'm a diver, Vernice.'
'You sure are, honey. You ever been married?'
'Once, a long time ago.'
'Didn't care for it?'
'We were too young.'
'You're not one of those fellas says `What do I need to get married for, my neighbor's got a wife,' are you? One of those backdoor fellas thinks he's slick?'
'I wonder about Charlie,' Dennis said. 'You two have been together a while.'
'I don't owe Charlie nothing,' Vernice said, stubbing out her cigarette. She turned to him.
'Hon, you think you might be ready?'
Dennis said they could give it a try.
Charlie came home-they were in the kitchensaying he had to go all the way to Memphis International to pick up these two never said a goddamn word in the limo the whole trip. Germano something, Mularoni-think of macaroni, the way to remember it-and his wife. Looks like a movie star only she's real skinny.
Vernice, at the table in her terry-cloth robe cinched around her, said, 'I 'magine you checked her rack.'
'They were there, but not much to 'em that I could tell. She had a coat on.'
Vernice said, 'In this weather?'
'To be stylish, not to keep her warm, it was real flimsy. She wore these tiny sunglasses and was real tan, or else she was PR or Cuban, I couldn't tell.'
'She look like she's trying to pass?'
'She's made it if she is. You know, playing ball I saw all kinds of PRs and Dominicans, Cubans, and some you can't tell, you'd swear were white. Didn't even have that nappy hair.'
'What was hers like?'
'I guess brown, with these light streaks in it. Come down over her shoulders and she'd toss it aside. The guy, Germano, looked like a manager who'd been in the game a while, stocky, losing his hair. Had on like a golf outfit, a jacket with the cuffs turned up.'
'Why would you notice that?' 'Checking out his pinky ring.' 'What kind of stone?'
'Purplish. He was fooling with it waiting for the luggage. She was smoking.'
'High rollers,' Vernice said.
'From Detroit,' Charlie said.
And Dennis, at the counter making drinks, thought of Robert. He said, 'They have casinos up there,' and thought of Robert saying you had to have a reason to come to Mississippi.
As Charlie was saying he didn't get a lot of conversation out of them. 'She checked them in and signed the card while he went over to look in the casino. Her name's Anne, but that don't mean nothing. She said at the desk she said she wanted a suite facing east-listen to this-so she could see the diving show.'
Dennis looked around. 'She said that?'
'To the desk clerk, making sure she got the right view.'
'How would she know about it?'
Charlie said, 'You're the world champion, aren't you? Went off the cliffs of Acapulco… and broke your goddamn nose?'
It was evening now. Robert came in. Anne closed the door and turned to him, Robert smiling, Robert saying, 'Hey, shit, huh?' They slipped their arms around each other, Robert's inside her kimono feeling her bones, Anne's under his silk sweater sliding over bare skin. They began to kiss knowing the fit and the feel, the fooling around with tongues, but cool about it, never getting too near the top. Saving it. Robert said, 'You are the best kissin' I've had since I was eleven years old.'
Looking into her sleepy brown bedroom eyes. Shit.
'Was it a girl?'
'It was nobody. Eleven's when I felt the need to start kissin'. It wasn't till I was in Young Boys, twelve going on twenty-one, I had any pussy. You in Young Boys you have pussy in your face all the time, big-girl pussy. You ain't had none by the time you thirteen, you homasexual.'
'You think you talk street it turns me on.' 'Doesn't it?'
She said, 'Come on,' and took him by the arm into the sitting room-Robert checking out the bottle of white in the ice bucket, two bottles of red and the basket of popcorn on the table where the lamp was on low-taking him toward the sofa in her kimono, this girl who could stride down a runway to the disco beat and turn you on.
'Did you see Jerry?'
'He's playing dice. Winning.' 'He always wins.'
'Wuz wrong with that?' Robert smiling again. 'You ever see that interview with Miles-the man goes, `Then we come to the lowest point in your career, when you were pimping,' and Miles says in his voice, 'Wuz wrong with that?' '
The door to the balcony was open. Robert steered Anne toward it saying, 'Let's see what's happening,' looked out at the night, the ladder a gray shape against the sky, the grounds around the tank dark, and said, 'Nothing.' Somebody was down there, maybe Dennis, but Robert couldn't make him out for sure.
Anne's hand was under his sweater again moving over his back. 'Was he winning big?'
'Not enough that he'd stop.'
'You think we have time?'
Across the lawn spotlights came on and Robert said, 'There it is,' the ladder and tank lit up top to bottom now. He saw Dennis in his red trunks and almost said his name and pointed to him. Instead, he said, 'We got time.'
Anne said, 'It doesn't look so high.'
' 'Cause we're as high as it is. Get down on the ground and look up, it's high.'
She said, 'What if Jerry walks in?'
'Put the chain on the door.'
'Then he'd know for sure.'
'You're in there taking a nap. I'm out on the balcony watching the show. He won't say nothing, he trusts me.'
She kept staring at him with those eyes, liking the idea.
'We ever been caught? He trusts me,' Robert said,” 'cause he needs me to make things happen.'
He kissed her on the cheek and said, 'Go on get in the bed.'
She slipped her hand from under his sweater and gave his butt a pat as she walked away, Robert looking out at the tank again.
He saw lights come on in the pitching cage, Chickasaw Charlie standing there with a young woman-the TV woman, 'cause now a dude with a video camera had come out of the cage and another one carrying a couple of black cases, yeah, the TV woman's soundman. Now all four of them were heading toward the tank.
Robert looked at his watch. Five of nine, the show in twenty minutes. He walked out on the balcony to stand at the rail and looked down to see a good crowd on the patio having drinks and people straggling out on the lawn and
