be vacant.”
Amelia started laughing. She put her kit and the Chandler book under her arm and held her gown closed with the other hand and walked out into the corridor.
* * *
it took me a while to track Amelia down. Her room was full of querulous old women who either clammed up or gave me false information. Of course she was at Accounts Receivable. She didn’t have to pay anything for the medical attention or room, but her two inedible meals had been catered, since she hadn’t requested otherwise.
That may have been the last straw. When I brought in her clothes she just shrugged off the pale blue hospital gown. She didn’t have anything on underneath. There were eight or ten people in the waiting room.
I was thunderstruck. My dignified Amelia?
The receptionist was a young man with ringlets. He stood up. “Wait! You . . . you can’t do that!”
“Watch me.” She put on the blouse first, and took her time buttoning it. “I was kicked out of my room. I don’t have anyplace to—”
“Amelia—” She ignored me.
“Go to the ladies’ room! Right now!”
“Thank you, no.” She tried to stand on one foot and put a sock on, but teetered and almost fell over. I gave her an arm. The audience was respectfully quiet.
“I’m going to call a guard.”
“No you’re not.” She strode over to him, in socks but still bare from ankles to waist. She was an inch or two taller and stared down at him. He stared down, too, looking as if he’d never had a triangle of pubic hair touch his desktop before. “I’ll make a scene,” she said quietly. “Believe me.”
He sat down, his mouth working but no words coming out. She stepped into her pants and slippers, picked up the gown and threw it into the ’cycler.
“Julian, I don’t like this place.” She offered her arm. “Let’s go bother someone else.” The room was quiet until we were well out into the corridor, and then there was a sudden explosion of chatter. Amelia stared straight ahead and smiled.
“Bad day?”
“Bad place.” She frowned. “Did I just do what I think I did?”
I looked around and whispered, “This is Texas. Don’t you know it’s against the law to show your ass to a black man?”
“I’m always forgetting that.” She smiled nervously and hugged my arm. “I’ll write you every day from prison.”
There was a cab waiting. We got in fast and Amelia gave it my address. “That’s where my bag is, right?”
“Yeah . . . but I could bring it over.” My place was a mess. “I’m not exactly ready for polite company.”
“I’m not exactly company.” She rubbed her eyes. “Certainly not polite.”
In fact, the place had been a mess when I went to Portobello two weeks earlier, and I hadn’t had time to do anything but add to it. We entered a one-room disaster area, ten meters by five of chaos: stacks of papers and readers on every horizontal surface, including the bed; a pile of clothes in one corner aesthetically balanced by a pile of dishes in the sink. I’d forgotten to turn off the coffeepot when I’d gone to school, so a bitter smell of burnt coffee added to the general mustiness.
She laughed. “You know, this is even worse than I expected?” She’d only been here twice and both times I’d been forewarned.
“I know. I need a woman around the place.”
“No. You need about a gallon of gasoline and a match.” She looked around and shook her head. “Look, we’re out in the open. Let’s just move in together.”
I was still trying to cope with the striptease. “Uh . . . there’s really not enough room. . . .”
“Not here.” She laughed. “My place. And we can file for a two-bedroom.”
I cleared off a chair and steered her to it. She sat down warily.
“Look. You know how much I’d like to move in with you. It’s not as if we hadn’t talked about it.”
“So? Let’s do it.”
“No . . . let’s not make any decisions now. Not for a couple of days.”
She looked past me, out the window over the sink. “I, you think I’m crazy.”
“Impulsive.” I sat down on the floor and stroked her arm.
“It is strange for me, isn’t it?” She closed her eyes and kneaded her forehead. “Maybe I’m still medicated.”
I hoped that was it. “I’m sure that’s all it is. You need a couple of days’ more rest.”
“What if they botched the operation?”
“They didn’t. You wouldn’t be walking and talking.”
She