the mannaze?â he said.
âThereâs not any,â said Heineman. âYouâll have to use that mustard, whatâs left of it.â
âMannaze is better with potted meat.â He scraped the mustard jar with his knife and got the stuff out in little dobs. âHow about pickles?â
âNo, it seems Iâm out of everything, Tex. I didnât know you were coming or I would have laid in some things. Some pearl onions. A relish tray. Perhaps a salad.â
âYou know, I feel like a fool coming up here all this way and then Joe William is gone back home. I could of stopped off by his house on the way up. I come within just a few miles of it. I didnât even think about that. His folks said he was up here.â
âHow much does he owe you? If thatâs not too personal.â
âSeventy dollars.â
âYeah, well, Iâd call that a foolâs errand all right. Even if you had caught him here you probably wouldnât have gotten the money. Heâs a bigger sponge than I am. He fooled me with that country boy act and got out of here owing me twenty-five.â
âHow did he go home, with that girl?â
âI donât know if he went bodily home with her or not. I think he flew.â
âFlew? And here I am riding freight trains and heâs the one that owes me money.â
âWell, itâs not enough to get upset about it, is it?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean seventy dollars is not really worth all the trouble, is it? Traveling what? Two thousand miles? And losing your boots? Figure it out.â
âI was coming up here anyway. He owes me the money. Itâs not a gambling debt, itâs out of my pocket.â
âYeah, but itâs only seventy dollars. And what are your chances of getting it back with a guy like Reese? Didnât you ever lose any money before? Hell, forget it. Go on back toâwhere do you work, Tex?â
âI did work at the Nipper station in Ralph.â
âThen forget it and go on back to the Nipper station in Ralph, I think youâve got too much anxiety invested in that debt.â
âI said I did work there. I donât work there any more. Iâm a Country and Western singer now.â
âAll right, the point is, the moneyâs gone.â
âIâll get it.â
âOkay, have it your way.â
âBesides, Iâd like to see him.â
âOkay.â
âItâs not just the money.â
âOkay, all right. Itâs none of my business anyway.â
Heineman got up and went to the refrigerator and brought back a little carton of cottage cheese. âYou want some of this?â
Norwood said, âI donât eat that stuff.â
âGood. Thereâs not enough to split anyway.â He put salt and pepper on it and ate it from the carton.
âDo you know any beatnik girls?â said Norwood.
Heineman ate and thought about it for a minute. âI know some who look like beatniks. I guess itâs the same thing. Thereâs one on the third floor. Yes, Marieâs a beatnik by any definition. Would you like to meet her?â
âWell, yeah.â
âShe sings, you know. I think youâll like Marie.â He stopped eating and sniffed. He made a face and went to the living room window and leaned out. âOkay, Raimundo, knock off the grabass,â he said. âI told you not to burn any more of those stink bombs out there.â
Raimundo was the one with the big sunglasses. He and the others kicked up sparks. âItâs a campfire!â he said.
âNo, itâs not a campfire, itâs a mattress fire on East Eleventh Street and it stinks. Now put some water on it.â
Raimundo went into another defiant spark dance. âWe donât want to.â
âI said put it out.â
âWeâre having fun.â
âThat may be, but I donât want you to have any fun.