The Thin Man

7

When I came out of the bathroom, Nora and Dorothy were in the bedroom, Nora combing her hair, Dorothy sitting on the side of the bed dangling a stocking.

Nora made a kiss at me in the dressing-table mirror. She looked very happy.

“You like Nick a lot, don't you, Nora?” Dorothy asked.

“He's an old Greek fool, but I'm used to him.”

“Charles isn't a Greek name.”

“It's Charalambides,” I explained. “When the old man came over, the mugg that put him through Ellis Island said Charalambides was too long—too much trouble to write—and whittled it down to Charles. It was all right with the old man; they could have called him X so they let him in.”

Dorothy stared at me. “I never know when you're lying.” She started to put on the stocking, stopped. “What's Mamma trying to do to you?”

“Nothing. Pump me. She'd like to know what you did and said last night.”

“I thought so. What'd you tell her?”

“What could I tell her? You didn't do or say anything.”

She wrinkled her forehead over that, but when she spoke again it was about something else: “I never knew there was anything between you and Mamma. Of course I was only a kid then and wouldn't have known what it was all about even if I'd noticed anything, but I didn't even know you called each other by your first names.”

Nora turned from the mirror laughing. “Now we're getting somewhere.” She waved the comb at Dorothy. “Go on, dear.”

Dorothy said earnestly: “Well, I didn't know.”

I was taking laundry pins out of a shirt. “What do you know now?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said slowly, and her face began to grow pink, “but I can guess.” She bent over her stocking.

“Can and do,” I growled. “You're a dope, but don't look so embarrassed. You can't help it if you've got a dirty mind.”

She raised her head and laughed, but when she asked, “Do you think I take after Mamma much?” she was serious.

“I wouldn't be surprised.”

“But do you?”

“You want me to say no. No.”

“That's what I have to live with,” Nora said cheerfully. “You can't do anything with him.”

I finished dressing first and went out to the living-room. Mimi was sitting on Jorgensen's knees. She stood up and asked: “What'd you get for Christmas?”

“Nora gave me a watch.” I showed it to her.

She said it was lovely, and it was. “What'd you give her?”

“Necklace.”

Jorgensen said, “May I?” and rose to mix himself a drink.

The doorbell rang. I let the Quinns and Margot Innes in, introduced them to the Jorgensens. Presently Nora and Dorothy finished dressing and came out of the bedroom, and Quinn attached himself to Dorothy. Larry Crowley arrived, with a girl named Denis, and a few minutes later the Edges. I won thirty-two dollars—on the cuff—from Margot at backgammon. The Denis girl had to go into the bedroom and lie down awhile. Alice Quinn, with Margot's help, tore her husband away from Dorothy at a little after six and carried him off to keep a date they had. The Edges left. Mimi put on her coat, got her husband and daughter into their coats.

“It's awful short notice,” she said, “but can't you come to dinner tomorrow night?”

Nora said: “Certainly.”

We shook hands and made polite speeches all around and they went away.

Nora shut the door after them and leaned her back against it. “Jesus, he's a handsome guy,” she said.