The bulldozer lifted the mesh away and began to dig out mouthfuls of the shattered rock.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
She'd wrapped it up, the bracelet.
But then walking up to Third Avenue--past the discount clothing stores, the Hallmark shop, the delis-- she'd decided the wrapping paper was too feminine. It had a viney pattern that wasn't anything sissier than you'd see in the old Arabian Nights illustrations. But Richard might think they were flowers.
So halfway to his apartment she slipped her hand, with its newly polished nails--pink, not green or blue, for a change--into her bag and tore off the paper and ribbon.
Then, waiting for the light on Twenty-third Street, Rune started to worry about the box. Giving him something in a box, something supposed to be, what was the word?, spontaneous, seemed too formal. Men got scared, you gave them something that was too premeditated.
Goddamn men.
The nails went to work again and opened the box, which joined the crumpled Arabian paper in the bottom of the leopard-skin purse. She held the bracelet up in the light.
Wait. Was it too feminine?
Did it matter? He was a philosopher knight, remember, not the kind killing peasants with a broadsword. Anyway there definitely was something androgynous about him--like Hermaphroditus. And now that she thought about it, Rune decided that was one of the reasons they were so compatible. The male-female, yin-yang was in flux for both of them.
She put the bracelet in her pocket.
See, what it is, I was buying one for me--remember I told you I love bracelets, so what I did was I saw this one, and it looked too masculine for me and I thought, well, it just occurred to me you mig
ht...
Rune stopped for the light. She was in front of an Indian store, sitar music and the smell of incense flooded out into the street. The light changed.
See, I got this special deal at a jewelry store I go to. Two for one. Yeah, no shit. Amazing. And I thought: who do I know who'd like a bracelet? And, guess what? You won...
Crossing the street.
Then she saw his apartment building a block ahead. She tried to be objective. But was still disappointed. It was a boxish high-rise, squatting in a nest of boxish high-rises, a little bit of suburbia in Manhattan. She couldn't picture her black-clad knight living among tiny widows and salesmen and nurses and med students from NYU.
Oh, well ... She continued along the sidewalk and stopped outside his building.
Hey, Richard, would you like a bracelet? If not, no big deal, I could give it to my mother, sister, roommate ... But if you'd like it ... It's a pretty radical design, don'tcha think?--take a look at it.
Rune stepped away from the building and looked at her reflection in the window.
Oh, a bracelet? Rune, it's fantastic! Put it on me. I'll never take it off.
She polished the silver on her sleeve then dropped it into her pocket again.
Oh, a bracelet. Well, the thing is, I never wear them....
Well, the thing is my girlfriend gave me a bracelet just like this the day she killed herself....
Well, the thing is I'm allergic to silver....
Goddamn men.
Seeing him, with that dark hair and the long French face, that crazy electricity hit her again. She knew her voice was going to shake, and she thought, goddammit, get this under control.
What's best? Flirty, surprised? Seductive? She opted for a neutral "Hi." She stood in his doorway. Neither of them moved.
He gave her one of those scary we're-just-friends looks. He almost seemed surprised to see her. "Rune, hey, how you doing?"
"Great, good.... You?"