Lili, hanging over the banister to see who was waking her up so early, saw her coming. Laura stopped on the first landing at her amazed, “Laura! Again! Are you a ghost?”
Laura gazed up, her long pale hair hanging defiantly free and her eyes blue-shadowed the way they were when she was tired or scared. Now she was a little of both.
“No, no ghost,” she said.
“I don’t believe you. But come in anyway. I have the most divine friend who’s a Medium. Where the hell have you been? I thought sure you’d come back, after you saw Beebo a couple of weeks ago.” She watched Laura mount the stairs as she spoke and took her by the arm when Laura reached her.
“You look worn out, poor lamb,” she said. “I’ll give you a drink. What do you want?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!” It was an explosion, not a question. “God. Next you’ll be telling me you’ve gone straight.”
“I came to ask about Beebo,” Laura said.
“Oh,” said Lili knowledgeably. “I thought so.” She went about fixing Laura and herself a drink in spite of Laura’s objections. “Well, lamb, what about her?”
“Are she and Tris living together?”
“Mercy, who told you that?” Lili turned to stare at her.
“A friend of mine.”
“Your friend lies. They aren’t living together and they never did. Oh, Tris spent the night with her a few times. You know how it is.” She laughed sociably, coming toward Laura with two filled glasses. “Here, lamb, I insist. It’ll revive you. My doctor says—”
“Tell me about Tris and Beebo.”
“Well,” Lili said, confidentially. “It was just an affair.”
“What does that mean?” she said.
“It means when you can’t get what you want you take what you can get,” Lili said archly.
“They saw each other all the time. Beebo even had Tris going into the gay bars. I know this, Lili, don’t hide it,” Laura said.
“All right, all right,” Lili said soothingly. “Tris had to go to the gay bars to find Beebo, that’s all. Beebo’s never home. You know how she is. And she didn’t chase Tris so Tris had to chase her.”
Laura felt an ineffable lightening of the heart. Somehow, if it had to happen, that was the best way.
“Tris was nuts about her,” Lili said juicily. “She came over when she got back from Long Island last summer…without you, if you recall.”
“I recall.”
“Yes. Well! Beebo was pretty low. You may remember that, too.” She looked at Laura sharply, and Laura looked at the floor and refused to answer. “Anyway, Tris fell into her arms and Beebo just caught her. I wish I could say that Beebo fell for her. I think it would have spared her some of the agony you inflicted on her.” So now it was out in the open. Lili spoke dramatically, but it wasn’t all play-acting. She had loved Beebo once, and she didn’t like to see her hurt as Laura had hurt her.
The two females eyed each other, wary but curious, each eager to know what the other could tell her. Lili was ready to hurt Laura to find out. She had seen what happened to Beebo when Laura left her, and it was shocking. Laura didn’t know about it, and to Lili it seemed as if she was nothing but a spoiled, headstrong little bitch who didn’t care whom she hurt…a little like Lili herself ten years before, and that made Lili even more critical.
If Laura were told how hard Beebo had taken it—how intensely she had suffered and torched for her—maybe it would touch her and make her sorry. Lili enjoyed the idea of Laura on her knees to Beebo, and Beebo kicking her out. For she knew what Laura did not—that Beebo was a different girl now. And to Lili’s way of thinking it meant that Beebo would never take Laura back.
So they were agreed, without having said a word about it, that Lili would talk and Laura would listen to her; Lili because she had to hurt and Laura because she had to know.
Lili lighted a cigarette and stuck it carefully into an ebony holder with a water filter, a rather bulky conversation piece. Everything she did was staged.
“I’m going to talk turkey to you, lamb,” she informed her guest. “Now that I have you in my clutches.” She smiled slightly, a warning smile.
“Talk,” Laura said. “But I’d appreciate it if you’d spare me the sermon.”
“I’m sure you would.” Lili gazed at her. “But, unfortunately, you need a sermon. Oh, just a little one, of course. I won’t be crude about it.”
Laura ignored her, picking up the drink she didn’t think she wanted and sipping at it.
“Well,” Lili began. “You almost killed her. I suppose you could have guessed that.”
“I knew it would be hard for her,” Laura said, “but not that bad.” Her voice said she thought Lili was exaggerating, but in her heart she was afraid…afraid it was true.
“It was bad enough to send her to the hospital with a stomachful of sleeping pills. I know. I took her over.” She said this with her green eyes flaring and her voice low enough to make Laura strain a little to hear her.
“Oh, damn it, Lili, don’t make up a melodrama for me!” Laura cried.
“I thought I was stating it rather plainly. But I’ll try again.”
“Beebo wouldn’t take sleeping pills!” Laura said contemptuously, and this she really believed. “It’s not like her. It’s too—I don’t know—phony. It’s more like something you’d do than Beebo.”
“Luckily I’m not in love with you, pet,” Lili countered.
They glared at each other. “You don’t know her at all, do you?” Lili went on. “You lived with her for more than two years, and you just don’t know her at all.”
“I know her better than anybody! What do
