Come Easy, Go Easy Part 17

"I'll watch out."

The hot wind now had died out. It was cooler. By ten o'clock more traffic was coming through from Oakland. For the rest of the day we were both kept busy.

I found myself enjoying working with Lola. Whenever I went into the kitchen to load up a tray for a waiting customer, we fooled around together, kissing and fondling each other. I enjoyed it a lot, and maybe she did, but I still wasn't that far gone not to be pretty sure this change of heart, as she called it, was an act.

Around seven o'clock, the traffic suddenly fell away and there was a respite. I went into the kitchen and stood around, watching Lola prepare a dozen or so veal cutlets for the evening's menu.

"Instead of devouring me with your eyes, how about peeling some potatoes?" she said.

"Who cares about potatoes?"

I slid my arms around her.

She tried to break free, but I held her. We were wrestling the way lovers do, when I heard the kitchen door creak open. I let go of her and moved away from her fast, but not fast enough.

We both looked towards the kitchen door.

Ricks was standing in the doorway, watching us. There was that sly, poisonous grin on his thin face that told me he had seen what had been going on.

I cursed myself for being such a careless fool for I had known he was coming out this evening.

I looked at Lola.

She was completely unperturbed: her face was expressionless; her eyebrows slightly raised.

I knew I was the giveaway. I wasn't able to control the guilt nor the fear that was showing on my face.

"I didn't mean to b.u.t.t in," Ricks said and showed his yellow teeth in a sneering smile. "I said I'd calla"remember?"

I just stood there, scared and sweating. No words came.

"h.e.l.lo, George," Lola said indifferently. "What do you want?"

The small, sly eyes s.h.i.+fted from her to me and from me to her.

"Didn't this fella tell you I'd be looking in? Have you heard from Carl yet?"

She shook her head, still completely unperturbed.

"I don't expect to hear from him until he gets back. He's pretty busy."

"Did this fella tell you about my pension papers?"

"What about them?"

"I want Carl to sign them."

"Any lawyer or bank manager will sign them for you."

He squinted at her, scowling.

"That's where you are wrong. If I go to anyone but Carl my pension could get held up. Then what would I have to live on? Carl's always done it for me."

Lola shrugged indifferently.

"I don't know where he is. He's moving around. You'll have to wait."

Ricks s.h.i.+fted from one foot to the other. I could see he wasn't at ease with Lola. Her steady, indifferent stare seemed to confuse him.

"Maybe I'd better write to the Arizona police," he said. "My pension papers are important."

He was watching her closely, but he didn't get any change out of her.

"Perhaps the police won't think so," she said. "Please yourself. I couldn't care less who you write to. Carl may not be in Arizona for all I know. He said he was going on to Colorado before making up his mind." She leaned her hips against the table and began fiddling with her hair the way women do. With her arms up, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s lifted and she looked provocatively sensual. "Don't fuss, George, for heaven's sake. Take your papers to a bank. If you're that hard up, I can lend you something."

It was casually and beautifully done. I wished she had handled him from the start. I saw now that in my clumsy way I had only succeeded in arousing his suspicions. Her approach left him in two minds.

"How much?" He looked eagerly at her. "How much would you lend me?"

"Don't get so worked up," she said, her tone contemptuous. "I'll let you have ten dollars."

His face fell.

"That wouldn't help much. I've got expenses like everyone else. How about twenty dollars?"

"Always the big mouth, George," she said. "You never miss out on a chance, do you?" She walked past him into the lunch room and I heard her open the cash register. The ping of the bell as the drawer slid open made him point like a gun dog.

She came back with three five dollar bills in her hand.

"Here . . ." She thrust the bills at him. "That's all you're getting so don't come here scrounging anymore. Carl doesn't want you here, and you know it."

He grabbed the money, putting it hurriedly into his hip pocket.

"You're a hard woman, Lola," he said. "I'm mighty thankful I'm not your husband. I reckon Carl will regret taking you as a wife before long."

"Who cares what you think?" she said and laughed scornfully. "Go away and don't come back pestering me,"

"Two's company and three's a crowd, huh?" He looked from her to me. "You two watch out.

Carl won't like what's going around here."

Lola looked at me.

"Kick the scrounger out. I've had enough of him."

As I started towards Ricks, he turned and bolted out of the kitchen. Neither of us moved until we heard his car drive away, then with a grimace, Lola went back to tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the cutlets.

"He saw us," I said.

"Who cares? I told you I could handle him."

"He'll be back for more money."

She began placing the cutlets on a dish.

"Oh, quit worrying. I can handle him."

II.

Two weeks went by and we saw nothing of Ricks. We were busy all the time. A number of people asked for Jenson, but they all accepted the story that he was fixing up another filling station in Arizona. Two or three of them did give Lola and me curious stares, and I could see they were wondering what we were up to alone together. This didn't worry Lola, but it certainly worried me.

We now had a set routine. We both kept the lunch room and the pumps running until one o'clock, then we locked up and spent the rest of the night together in the bungalow.

I didn't like the idea of sharing Jenson's bed with her, but physically, she was so exciting I couldn't resist her. There were times, as we lay exhausted from our violent lovemaking, when I thought of Jenson in that hastily dug grave, and cold sweat would break out on my body. No such qualms of conscience ever a.s.sailed: Lola. Jenson was dead. To her, he had never existed.

During those two weeks, it gradually dawned on me that I was falling in love with her. Maybe this was inevitable the way we were living together. From the moment I had first seen her, she had attracted me. Now that we had blunted the edge of our desires, I found myself settling down to a husband-and-wife a.s.sociation with her. This was something that grew during the days I spent with her, and with its growth, my suspicions of her began to fade.

Every now and then it came into my mind that I was playing into her hands, and I would jerk myself alert, but she didn't mention the money nor suggest that I should open the safe, and I soon slipped back into the comfort and the excitement she offered me.

Finally, I began to believe that my love for her was influencing her, and she was as much in love with me as I was with her. I even began to hope that we could remain here together, run the place as Jenson and she had run it, and forget the past.

The time I liked best with her was the half hour before we got up. We would lie side by side in the big bed, watching the sun climb above the mountains while we discussed the day's work, the day's menu and what provisions we would need.

One morning as we lay side by side in the bed, she said suddenly, "Don't you think we should get someone to help out here, Chet? It would be fun to have a night off now and then, wouldn't it? Do you like dancing? We could go to Wentworth and dance. Let's get someone."

I stretched lazily. The idea was tempting, but I knew it would be too dangerous.

"We can't do it, Lola, not yet. If we went together to Wentworth, the gossips would start. Besides, we couldn't have anyone living the way we are living. We must wait a couple of months, then after we have put out the story he isn't coming back, we can do something about it, but not before."

She slid one long, bare leg out of bed.

"I'm getting terribly tired of being chained to this place."

"Hang on a little longer. We'll fix something."

She got out of bed.

I watched her cross the room for her wrap. This moment gave me pleasure to see her, naked, moving across the room, showing off her beautiful body with that liquid grace most Italians have: heavy, sensual, and provocative.

"All right. I'll wait." She put on the wrap. "Will you do the marketing for me this morning? I have a batch of pies to make. I can't spare the time to go into Wentworth, but there's a lot we went I can look after the pumps while the pies are baking."

I very nearly fell for it, then into my mind came a sudden suspicion. Was this an excuse to get me out of the way? It wouldn't be impossible for her to get a safe man from Tropic Springs to come over and open the safe. She could be gone with the money by the time I got back from Wentworth.

I looked at her.

She was combing her hair, humming under her breath. She was relaxed, but I knew that meant nothing after seeing the way she had handled Ricks.

"I don't think I'd better go, Lola," I said, trying to make my voice sound casual. "The less I'm seen in Wentworth the safer it is for me. Can't you start the pies and leave me to look after them?"

I watched for a change of expression, my heart thumping. I watched for some hint to confirm my suspicions.

She put the comb down, shrugging. "All right, if you swear you will look after them," she said and came and stood at the foot of the bed, looking questioningly at me. "You really think it isn't safe for you to be seen in Wentworth?"

"I'm not taking any chances."

"You're right. I wouldn't have anything happen to you."

"That's nice to know."

"I mean that, Chet." She smiled at me, and then she said, "I love you."

I slid out of bed and grabbed her.

"I've been waiting for you to say that," I said. "I'm crazy about you too."

She held me tightly.

"I'm happy with you, Chet. I never thought I would be happy with any man, but I'm so tired of this place. There's nothing to do except work: nowhere to go. I'm sick to death of it."

"Stick it a little longer, then we'll go somewhere else. I want to get away too, but we just can't walk out and leave the place and it's too early to attempt to sell it."

"Well, all right." She moved away from me. "I'd better start those pies."

While I was dressing, I thought about what she had said about loving me. I was feeling right on top of the world. I was sure I could trust her.

I went over to the lunch room and got the coffee ready while she fixed the pies.

"Chet . . ."

She turned to look directly at me.

"What do you plan to do? I don't mean now, but in the future. Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it. How would you like to marry me for a start?"

She smiled at me.

"I'd like that, but wouldn't we have to prove he was dead?"

"We can't do that. We'll have to think of a way to get away from here without running into trouble. I keep thinking, but it foxes me. Once we do get away from here, we can get lost. We could marry then. How would you like to run a place like this, in Florida?"