“You don’t think he’s going to try to blackball you?”
“He tried,” Ruby said. “But he won’t succeed. His last three movies barely broke even. He didn’t get nominated for The Night Hunter like everybody thought. He’s on a downward spiral. He’s about to be as harmless as a declawed cat.”
I felt for him, in some small way, as I twirled the phone cord in my hand. But I felt for her much more. “How bad was it, Ruby?”
“Nothing I couldn’t hide with pancake makeup and long sleeves.” The way she said it, the pride in her voice, as if admitting that it hurt her was a vulnerability she wasn’t willing to give in to, made my heart break. It broke for her, and it broke for the me of all those years ago who did the same thing.
“You’ll come over for dinner one of these days,” I said to her.
“Oh, let’s not do that, Evelyn,” she said. “We’ve been through too much to be so phony.”
I laughed. “Fair enough.”
“Anybody in particular you want me to call tomorrow? Or just anybody with a tip line?”
“Anybody powerful will do. Anybody eager to make money off my demise.”
“Well, that’s everybody,” Ruby said. “No offense.”
“None taken.”
“You’re too successful,” she said. “Too many hits, too many handsome husbands. We all want to shoot you down from the air now.”
“I know, dear. I know. And when they’re done with me, they’ll come for you.”
“You’re not really famous if anybody still likes you,” Ruby said. “I’ll call tomorrow. Good luck with whatever it is you’re doing.”
“Thanks,” I said. “You’re a lifesaver.”
And as we hung up, I thought, If I’d told people what he was doing to me, he might not have had the chance to do it to her.
I wasn’t much interested in keeping a log of the victims of my decisions, but it did occur to me that if I was, I’d have had to put Ruby Reilly on the list.
I PUT ON A RISQUÉ dress that showed just a little too much cleavage, and I drove up Hillcrest Road with Harry.
He pulled over to the side, and I moved toward him. I’d stuck with nude lipstick, because I knew red would be pushing it. I was careful to control the elements enough but not too much, because I didn’t want it to look perfect. I wanted to be sure the photo wouldn’t look staged. I needn’t have been worried. Pictures speak very loudly. In general, we can almost never shake what we see with our eyes.
“So how do you want to do this?” Harry said.
“Are you nervous?” I asked him. “Have you kissed a woman before?”
Harry looked at me as if I was an idiot. “Of course I have.”
“Have you ever made love to one?”
“Once.”
“Did you like it?”
Harry thought. “That one’s harder to answer.”
“Pretend I’m a man, then,” I said. “Pretend you have to have me.”
“I can kiss you unprompted, Evelyn. I don’t need you to direct me.”
“We have to be doing it long enough that when they come by, it looks like we’ve been here for a while.”
Harry messed up his hair and pulled at his collar. I laughed and messed mine up, too. I pushed one shoulder off my dress.