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He said, Tm coming back for you.**
I just laughed—"A man making fifteen or sixteen hundred a day. That's out of the question for you to be interested in a little night-club entertainer like myself. Why, you can marry almost anybody."
Anyhow, 1 thought he was fust stringing me along. Then I didn't hear from him no more until one night the phone at my hotel rang. . . .
"Hello?"
"Hello, who's this?" I said. 1 had already taken my shower and was about to go to bed and I had left strict orders no one was to call. I guess he paid the bellhop, maybe twenty dollars-money didn't mean anything to him—and a bellhop will do anything for twenty dollars, practically bum the hotel down.
"Don't you remember," he said, "This is one of your many admirers. You had an appointment for me to come up tonight/"
"You don t have any appointment with me. I think you have the wrong number. What's your name?"
"Jimmy. Don't you remember I was sitting at the table with you tonight/'
"WeE, let me tell you, Jimmy. I don't know you and I'm very tired and very sleepy and I'm going to bed." And I banged the phone.
Then it rang again and this was five o'clock in the morning. I told him, Tm going to get in touch with the house detective and I'm going to find out wTho's allowing yon to cal me at this hour of the morning.'*
I could hear him laughing when he hung up. He told me later on he was just trying to test me, even'' way. If he could have just slipped a fifty-dollar bill in my stocking, he said, we might have had one night of supreme pleasure, but then he would have been gone with the wind.
But sitting there in the dressing room after the show, I used to feel very, very excited. He was very handsome. And the real fact is I was getting tired of night-club life. And I used to ask myself, "I wonder if he really means what he says. He's |
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