They sit across from each other and she smiles as if they were in a normal place.
“So. How’s life?” she asks.
“No. Not really. Don’t tell me how it really is. I’m already depressed.”
“OK,” he says. “I’m in tall cotton. If things were any better, I’d be jamming with Hendrix in heaven.”
“Give me more, sunshine,” she says.
“If that’s the best you can do.”
“No. I can do better than harps and clouds and shit. Listen, baby: Imagine we’re on vacation, see. Not the usual tropical island bullshit, though. We’re on vacation wherever we go.”
“And what will we do?”
“Ah. That’s the question, isn’t it? That’s my favorite question in the whole world of questions. Ask it again.”
She bats her eyelashes. “So—what do you want to do, now?”
“Yeah. That’s the question. Because you know and I know and the whole damn world knows what I want to do. And listen, we’re both free and we have the money. You dug it up earlier, and we have stacks of cash, tens and twenties in unmarked bills. We fly far away and there’s a limo waiting for us at the faraway airport.”
“Now you’re talking, big daddy.”
“Yeah. We’re both out free in the world. We don’t have to go to an exotic place. We’re high because there’s no glass between us. We don’t have to use these goddam phones. We can hold each other. Kiss. God I want to kiss you.”
“Stick to the story, baby,” she says.
“Right. So we tell the driver to take us to the Ritz. You’ve made us a reservation. The anticipation hurts like hell and our legs are touching and we’re squirming around because the waiting is almost over. We’re together and we don’t have any baggage. We can always shop later, right?”
“And do I laugh then?”
“Yeah. You laugh as if none of that other shit happened. And it didn’t, because it’s all behind us. And I’m behind you, now. My hands are on your hips and I’m nibbling your ear and the elevator stops. We go inside. My heart is going like an AK-47 and you sigh in that horny way you used to have and it’s like a soft, wild cheer. The penthouse has windows that hold the city in them. We can see it all. We can even see this faraway place, and I look down at it and, from inside, I also look up at us. Because I can be in two places at once, baby. It’s the one trick I’ve learned in here.”
“But aren’t you getting sick of doing this?”
“Then take me through it again,” she says. “Take me all the way, lover boy. Let’s start at the beginning.” She presses her hand to the glass. “Where’s the money, now?”
He winks, hangs up the phone, blows her a kiss and shuffles back through his iron door.