Joey-O
a
novel in progress by Earl Coleman
Chapter
2
Joe pinned
skinny Tessie, long tight dress, back against
the wall, grinding her to "Dream Baby,"
letting her feel all of it against her belly,
getting her ready for the night, blocking out
these strangers dancing, some not even moving
in the crush. There was a single crew cut only
he was looking for.
One promise that hed made himself inside
the joint this was it for Tess. No time
to look yet, just got sprung. He couldnt
hold out for a piece of ass that long. Shed
have to do. Gonna come ten times tonight. Once
for every month theyd locked him up. The
fucks. Oooo, Tessie whimpered into
his neck. Joey, Joey, lets get out
of here.
Cut out soon, baby, soon, he hummed.
Jimmyd told him if hed come tonight,
for sure hed have two kees for him. Third
floor hed said with that shit-eating grin.
Why did he trust him, why, a fuckin college
boy? Jimmy was smarter? What? Than him? Jimmy
dealt for kicks, him because you had to piece
together how you made your bread. So if Jim
wasnt smarter then what was the big difference
him and Jimmy? The difference was, he had bupkis,
Jimmy had the bread. Well anyway, his old mans
bread. He slipped his hands between Tessies
eager ass and the plaster wall, rocking it to
her slowly, slow. Who cares the mob of dancers
breathing down his neck? When he dumped her,
who? Sarah? Maybe. The room was dark except
for candles on the tables, bodies jamming them
so that he couldnt even keep a steady
beat. Getting mad. Nothing pissed him off like
missed connections, losing his control, the
promises of something that were never kept.
She stroked her purple nails on his neck, his
ear lobes, under his jawbone. You like
that, Joey, drive you crazy like before? Tell
me, tell me feels so good. How much you love
me. Tell me. She took it as his answer
when he clamped her breasts in his fingers like
he was ready to ball her standing where they
were. She let him feel her up right there, why
not, my God he just got out of the can and it
was dark. She felt herself get moist and wished
they were in bed this minute, any bed, even
the mattress down the basement. A motel on the
Saw Mill would do and if he didnt have
the dough she did. Hated it in the bucket seat
of his T-bird, her legs hanging out, ribs crushed
against the shift. What kinda place is
this, she whispered up against his chin,
to say to him, it didnt matter what, wanting
desperately for him to speak to her, to feel
for her, to really love her like she felt for
him, looks like a house that people live
in.
A house that people live in, he
sneered, mocking her voice. Its
a college boy frat house. What is it with the
questions, what? Were dancing. Now you
made me lose the fucking beat. He jerked
his head disgustedly and put his hands up, one
on her shoulder, one grabbing the back of her
new bouffant hair-do.
The hair had cost her plenty but she held herself
as still as stone. Sorry, Joey, sorry,
she whispered. Just a question. I meant
nothing by it. The time in jail had made
him mean as quick as that. Didnt
know you had no college friends, thats
all. Who? Jimmy?
Fed up with her. Should have dumped her on their
first night out, four fucking months before
they stuck him in the can. He connected her
to that. Bad luck. A bad luck kid. Her. Not
him. It was her whod brought bad luck
to Hesh and him. He let his hands drop to his
sides. You know you got a big fucking
nose Tessie, butt in my business all the time.
I tell you what. Downstairs, first floor, they
got this spread. Get me a Miller and grab a
chicken wing they got. If not tuna or some cheese
on rye. OK? You need a map? The music
hadnt stopped a minute, bodies crowding
them.
Nah, Joey, I can find my way. You mad
at me? You gonna be right here?
Yeah, yeah. Go. So go. He turned
away.
Scowling, Jimmy nowhere to be seen, he shouldered
through to look for him around the couples dancing
now to Twist and Shout. Questions? From a broad?
Questions up the giggie. Tell them nothing.
Ever. What did they mean, the questions? That
they knew more than him? Tessie!? Her? Like
Hesh the shmo, without a brain and always bringing
up his fucking up their lead pipe cinch! Chicken-shit
Hesh, thinking now that they could make it going
straight, telling him how he should run his
life. His own life. And then he saw a face,
forgot the rest and thought his heart would
stop.
Corner table, all alone, hair glowing, lit by
candlelight, eyes secret like inside herself.
Looked twice. Once more. Like she was waiting,
planted there for him. A shiksa. Cheeks like
Ava Gardner, pouty lips, eyes deep and purply
black in the yellow light. A few steps only,
he was there. Hi, he said, above
the noise. You saving this? He pointed
to the chair. He made his dark brown eyes like
slits. It always scored.
No. There was distance as she glanced
away as though she had a glom on something no
one else would ever know. He wanted it. Right
then.
You mind? He was already seated
as he spoke.
No. Her voice was like it came from
somewhere in her bones. Felt it resonate in
his gut. She hadnt really paid attention
to him yet. She would.
You sitting this one out? They were
playing "Save The Last Dance For Me."
The smile was bittery. I guess.
More to herself than him. A beat or two and
then she said, My boyfriend just walked
out on me, the S. O. B.
He thought he saw a tear. A dish like
you? Hes nuts. Hey. That makes the two
of us. My girl just split with me.
She looked at him as if they both knew that
he lied. You telling me the truth?
Honest. Just now she left me flat.
He smiled the smile. It must be, you know,
fate or something.
That led you straight to me? She
looked skeptical but hadnt said Fuck
off. She sounded sad. She seemed just
maybe a year younger than he was. Hurt like
hed seen a hundred times with broads,
shocked, not understanding how this could happen
to fantastic them as if theyd ever
understand. A knockout. She wore a white blouse
and a jacket over it. Is that your line?
she said.
That led you straight to me? Thats
good. Like opposite in the song. You want to
dance?
Not really. She talked as though
she was deep in thought, and mostly to herself.
Im too shook up, too angry to hear
the music. What kind of feelings do you have,
you guys? Did your girl really leave you in
the lurch just now? Are you mad at yourself
for being a fool or are you mad at her?
Whoa! She was a college girl for sure. Out of
his league. What would she want with him? Hold
the phone! What kind of way was that to think?
They were all looking for the same thing. College.
Not. Gentile. Jew. Hey. I knew shed
dump me soon. He let a moment pass. Can
I stay or you want me to take a powder?
It doesnt matter, you can stay.
You go to Columbia? I havent seen you
here. Junior? Senior?
No. I got this friend I meet sometimes.
You sound like you been here a lot.
I have.
She belonged. He knew he didnt by the
way she spoke. Fucking college kids with all
their daddys dough. Big-deal Jimmy. And
yet he felt dirty talking to her, like he hadnt
bathed for a week. Well, shit on that. He played
the only card he had, the card that worked for
him. Is there like another room where
its you know quiet, we could talk? I mean
if you want. I think that you and I got things
that we could talk about. Both ditched.
He turned the eyes on and the smile. It might
have seemed to someone studying his face that
all he did was keep his eyes expressionless,
but it was more than that.
She cupped her face in her palms and studied
him hard across the table. Studied him.
He saw that she was thinking, really thinking.
Imagine that. Thinking. Thinking of him? The
man he was? He saw the fire in her eyes. She
wasnt crying now, attention was on him.
She kept looking at him on and on. He hoped
that Tess had lost her way. He sat straight
up, like open to inspection for the screws,
letting her see all of him, himself. Her hair
was swirled around her cheeks in soft brown
waves. Her lips were full. He wanted to get
at them now.
Who is this guy? A city boy for sure. Where
does he come from, NYU? Too rough to be Columbia.
Do I have anything to say to him or him to me?
Hes Jewish but he looks like Jimmy Dean,
a little edge to him. It isnt right to
judge that way. This was New York City, not
her little enclave up in Riverdale. Why had
she never dated Jewish men, she who made a big
deal over being liberal? At least hes
open. No pretense. No used-up sugar plums. What
he wants is obvious enough. Not devious and
secretive like Peter with his adoring freshmen
in some free-for-all. Where does Peter take
them? Down his rec room? How many at a time?
And hes the one who walked away! The nerve.
She realized she was slumping in her chair.
Come on. Worth ten of Peters harem. She
wouldnt slump for Gods sake. She
was stunning. Her mirror told her that. More
than that she was unique, anyone could
know it in a minute and a half. So Peter walked
away. Well that was his tough luck. It didnt
take five ticks and here was someone else, a
tall and handsome someone, drawn to her. Was
he a someone she would care to know? Her record
wasnt marvelous to here finding
someone she was sure was right a half a dozen
times who wound up wrong. Just maybe what she
needed was a wider lens, seek out other possibilities.
A Jewish guy?
She straightened up. Her anger and a kind of
recklessness converged. Fate may have
intervened as you suggest. There is a tiny cubicle
down on the second floor where we can talk,
she said. In the meantime I dont
even know your name. Mines Beth.
Joey. Joe.
Joey. Why does it sound so fierce? OK,
Joey, here we go. Two orphans in the storm.
*
More like
a closet than a room. Window, couch, lamp, rug,
and door. Not much. Soft bulb in the lamp. He
closed the door. She took the far end of the
couch, tucking her legs up under her, face glowing
in the light. Wore slacks. Curled up as if she
owned the place. He took the near end. So
far so good, he said. Were
on our way.
Where to? she asked.
He had a feel of it. Hed brought her to
this room by just his will. He thought to cross
his legs but didnt, kept them open, leaning
back, left hand possessively on the couch pillow.
Unsmiling. Cool.
In his gut he felt the tension in her shoulders,
breasts, as though she wanted him to make it
better, take away the pain of being dumped,
felt it like he had his hands on her, forcing
her to give it up. Her eyes were riveted on
his. Never saw that in a broad, like she was
hot to get her eyes into his brain, his kishkas.
As if she ever could. He sensed he had her now,
right now. Who needed words? It was action that
they wanted, all of them, action, business.
Hed gotten her to here, now one more step.
A cockroach halted beside his right foot. He
saw her eyes flick to it. Frat house had cockroaches
too. He thought of Jimmy for a second and the
two kee score. Fuck it. That could wait. Not
this. He swung his eyes to her again. I
came here in a red T-bird, he said. You
want to cut out, take a spin?
She had a dimple when she smiled, but now she
froze, looked scared like she was spooked. You
said you wanted us to talk. Dont push.
I cant be pushed.
Her head was stuffed with Peter, couldnt
think quite straight. Peter walking out right
in the middle of a dance, the whole explosion
in a second and a half. Even angry his green
eyes were spectacular. Even saying rotten things
his voice was beautiful. And all because she
caught him out and the bastard didnt have
the courage to fess up. It wasnt that
she wanted some exclusive lien on him, although
after all their time and all theyd done
she had some rights. Just not to be so naked
about it. Not much to ask. All those girls.
And probably more of them than she suspected.
She thought again how beautiful he used to be,
as if hed died, shooting for the winning
basket, rising, rising, like there was no end
to him.
Well hed as good as died, walking out
on her and in the instant she got angry through
and through. She had given him herself, her
love, her brains, her body, her own fantastic
body and her world-class brain. They didnt
seem to count for much with him, like he could
find the same in any girl. The way they circled
him. He didnt know what he had lost. The
prick. She was shocked using that word even
to herself, mad every inch. She knew of other
girls and jocks who dumped them, so much garbage
to be tossed, but she was light years past those
dim-wits who threw themselves at him. Where
would he find another girl as sexually adventurous
as she, well-read, knee-deep in the arts? How
could he walk away so callously when he had
said last weekend she was everything he looked
for in a girl?
Joey with the wicked grin, he knew. If he came
often why had she never seen him at a prom?
His looks were striking enough. Her mind so
crammed with Peter it had made her blind? Well
it was clear Joe wanted her, as plain as day.
It hadnt taken him two looks to know he
did. She liked the way he sat there, rough and
out of place, and at the same time hard and
compact like he knew the man he was, not masquerading
as some clean-cut college kid, sometimes only
to avoid the draft, like Peter. Other of her
friends at least were anti-war. Peter had no
principles except to save his precious skin.
Joe made no bones about it who he was, a tiger,
panther, ready all the time. His fingers werent
graceful, but his hands looked sinewy and strong.
She felt a stirring in her breast and tried
to talk herself away from it. Come on. Youre
on the rebound now. First simmer down. She felt
the heat rise to her cheeks, a sign she recognized.
And then her recklessness took hold and overwhelmed
her, grabbed her, and she knew she wanted to
explore this one more step, some land-bridge
leading her away from Peter and the bad taste
in her mouth. She realized that shed always
had control because no guy shed known
was capable of taking it. Maybe thats
what Peter hadnt liked. She willed herself
to cede a jot of it to Joe. I get a feeling
that youre dangerous to be around,
she said, not knowing what she meant by that.
He got up, walked to her, sat beside her, put
his right hand on her breast and kissed her,
forcing her lips open, going for broke, not
sure of how it would come out.
No, she thought for a panicked moment. Im
not ready yet. That isnt who I am. And
in the instant she had kissed him back and put
her arms around his neck.
He grasped her face in his hands and moved apart
an inch. You dont know the half
of it, how dangerous I am. Tore away her
jacket, fingers quickly on the buttons of her
blouse. Noises, splinters of the music, shut
out mostly at the door. The night was his. And
Beth was his. The two of them. Zipping down
his fly he felt like she was someone in a movie
whod stepped off the screen and come into
the audience, to him. Why him? Cause she could
tell the man he was, the man that he would be.
He knew that she was gonna bring him back his
luck. Felt that there were only just the two
of them.
*
From the
landing, over Beths shoulder, he saw Tessie
coming up the darkened staircase, one hand holding
a paper plate piled up with food, the other
a can of Bud. Hed told her Miller plain
as plain. Even in the massive crush he saw no
way to avoid her. He didnt give a shit
that she was lost and stranded there as though
she was some punch-drunk stumble-bum the middle
of the ring. What he was worried about was Beth,
them meeting, saying something. What? He steered
Beth like she was blocking for him, intimate
now, the two of them. There only were the two
of them. Couldnt let dumb Tessie fuck
it up. Beth was a score that panned out bigger
than anything he could have thought. Didnt
matter that she fucked so quick. He wanted her.
He didnt have her yet. More to this, more
to her, than just a piece of ass.
Just as hed almost slunk on past Tess
spotted him. Joey!? Where you been? Looking,
I been looking for an hour up and down. You
disappeared on me. Middle of the stairs.
Beth motionless the stair below.
I told you no, he said. Some
other time.
She looked like come apart, like half-undressed
the back seat of a car. What are you talking
Joey? What kind of no? No what? Where are you
going now? Whats happening? She
extended hands filled up with food and drink,
wedged in by bodies, walls, banisters.
He loved it when they begged like that. It showed
who had control. Now he was saved by people
squeezing through, pressing weeping Tessie up,
him down. Nos no, he called
back up. He shrugged a minuscule apology to
Beth whod stayed frozen for a moment before
accepting what shed seen. He walked on
down with her. This traffics terrible.
Some girl trying to make time with me,
he said. As if she could when youre
the greatest thing that ever was.
*
She couldnt
wait to get his zipper down, twisted like a
pretzel so he could use the shift.
He grabbed her hair roughly with his right hand
to move her, slow her, make it last. Jeez. What
they did when they were dumped. The next guy
got a mitzvah. Wow. Whoever ditched her had
to have his head examined. Took the Henry Hudson
at 145th, fingers on her neck, then moving them
around her lips while she was eating him, her
hands braced on his legs. There only were the
two of them, the car, the road. He came, they
hadnt hit 168th.
He paid the toll, composed, she holding his
right hand in her left, a princess. She was
gonna be his luck for sure. She directed him
at a Fieldston exit and he glided down an empty
street, parked where she said. The street had
maybe twenty lampposts. Not a sound. No sirens,
radios. The people living here were loaded,
you could tell. She sat there motionless, like
making up her mind. What happened, what? Was
she having second thoughts? He grinned then,
and he nodded, dug what she was waiting for!
Would he be starting off right, giving in to
her? Would he be giving up control? He pondered
this. Beth wasnt Tess or Angie down the
block. She was a something. Couldnt treat
her like the rest. Could he keep up with her?
Why not? How could he handle this and not give
up control? And then thought what the hell.
No broad could take control away from him. He
went around and opened up the door for her.
She was a princess so he bowed. Might as well
go all the way. She kissed him for reward like
he was royal guard.
It was a house, with hedges, grass. She took
him down the basement, let him in. Opening the
door she said, My parents had a choice.
They could let me have my own separate place
and Id stay with them, or Id move
out. They live upstairs. She kissed him
in the dark, her tongue deep in his mouth, moved
away and then she flipped a switch theatrically.
In the huge space the walls that didnt
hold up bookshelves carried art, spotlights
on the paintings she liked best. The room was
nothing like hed ever seen. Vases, sculpture,
pantry, panels, huge water bed perched on a
wooden frame. She flipped another switch for
music. He thought he might have heard it once.
The kind of music he shut out, fast dialing
away from it. You like this kind of stuff?
he asked. I like it faster, with a beat.
His response to music told her everything. Wrong!
Shed got it wrong again. He was a primitive
and ignorant of anything she prized. Oh, Beth!
She thought she would throw up, remembering
their passion on the floor, the fringes of the
frat house dusty rug beneath her nails, and
then her gluttony for him inside the car. As
gross as that! She was disgusted with herself.
Its Mozart, she said flatly.
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.
He pursed his lips. Walked to the spotlighted
picture of a large woman wearing a white dress,
with arms crossed. I think Ive seen
this somewhere.
She studied him studying the litho. Cmon
Beth. He was the man he was. Was he stupid?
No. She knew it in her bones. A snob, thats
what she was, with her Barnard airs, no matter
how liberal she made believe she was. He hadnt
been exposed to it, she had. Were Peter, Henry,
Butch, the better men for knowing art? Pricks,
the lot of them. That word again. Was this Joes
influence on her, they hadnt even met
until this evening? Was that what happens when
you leave a world you know and cut across class
lines? Class lines? Good Lord. She sounded like
her mother. Yes, she said. Youve
seen it.
He nodded. Looked at her bookshelves. Shook
his head. You read all this?
In a turnaround her heart went out to him he
seemed so lost. A lot of it. But
was he lost or was she rigid in her notions
of a man who hadnt found himself? He had.
He knew the man he was. Had any of the others
had a hint of that?
A feeling like the one he had with Tessie came
to him. He wanted to hit out at something, hit,
do something bad. There werent any cockroaches
here. It wasnt cause he didnt know
this stuff. It was because she did. If she was
off the screen then this was movie business,
words and clothes and fancy wine. What kind
of handle could he get? These college kids who
never had to scramble for a dime. These stuck
up brats. I need to take a piss,
he said, closest he could come to smashing something
in.
Shocked, but maybe what he wanted her to be,
unanchored as he was in this, a brand new world
for him. Right there, she pointed.
She had this moment. Closed her eyes. Whatever
you have done youve done. You felt it,
Beth. Felt it. You can always walk away. This
guy is real, not like the boys youve known.
Even sex with his him is different, more exciting,
raw. Hes dangerous, but sos the
independence that you want. How can you study
life except close up? Explore it further, Beth.
Explore.
She was at the bathroom door when he came out.
She wrapped her arms around his tensed-up body.
Dont feel bad about it, Joe, that
I know things you dont. If you want to
know this stuff youll learn. And if you
dont, you wont. It hasnt anything
to do with us. With me. I like you just the
way you are.
He had her and yet understood he didnt
have her in his full control. He took her by
the hair of her neck and pulled her tight to
him, so tight they might well have been one.
The only thing I want to learn is you.
Youre gonna be my luck. Im gonna
go to school on you. Make sure I learn it right
youre gonna fuck my brains out morning,
noon and night and in between.
*
I
cant ma, cant. Give, give to Joey,
give. The quiet one. What I got, ma. Heshy
put his hands over his plate protectively.
Lena pursed her lips. Perhaps at Joey.
Noo Yussel? You? Another piece brisket?
Her sausage fingers clutched the fork and knife.
For you. I made for you. On me its
wasted. What do I need? Two crumbs? Wholl
finish, who? In the light of the three-bulb
fixture over the formica kitchen table Lena
Ostowitz, hair in wisps over sweated face, the
mother, giving food, the table littered with
the sauerkraut, the gravy in a boat, pickles,
beets, potatoes, almost cold by now, pumpernickel,
rye, a can of High Life for each, four empties,
two unopened cans besides, the radio in the
bedroom announcing something about Vietnam.
She sat back down and turned to Herschel. Tell
again. The tiny room was filled with them.
Hesh laid it out as though they were a junta
making plans. A body shop on Coney Island
Avenue. Pays not much, but the mans
legit, the most important part. In the three
weeks I been out Ive had offers for more
money I said no. Why? Like I told my
parole officer, cause I could see they had some
funny business cooking on the side. Fishy I
dont need. When you get sucked in to someone
elses thing you wind up with the shaft.
Business under the table. After hours in the
dark. I never, never ma, you hear, I never gonna
wind up in the can again. Hard. But hards
OK. I made my mind up, never pull another job.
Legits the way. How he wanted Joeys
admiration now. Three weeks only and hed
found a spot. Handsome Joe was studying his
plate.
My Herschel. Laid her fleshy hand
on his.
Scottish, maybe Irish guy. McCullough.
Same place forty years. Flatbush and Cortelyou
Road. I look ahead. McCullough if I bust
my ass for him, then hell appreciate and
maybe move me up a little bit. And Joey, you
you aint found nothing yet. Gimme
two, three weeks Ill speak to him. Maybe
he can take you on. If in the meantime you dont
find a job.
Joe stabbed his brisket in disgust. Did
I ask for something, Heshy? Did I? Ma appoint
you watch my ass? What? Mr. Lame-Brain
scoring points again with ma, making like a
hot-shot, offering a job. A job! What was he,
Mister Nine to Five? The fuck.
You got a big mouth, Joe. You wanna be
a two-bit punk forever? I got ideas, Joe, like
I said. The two of us. Together. Together we
could lick the world. So hard. Why couldnt
it go back to how it used to be? Joe thought
he was the only one who had a brain? The rest
were empty suits like he would say? Maybe he
could prove to Joe that he could make a better
plan.
Yeah, yeah. Your big idea. Lick transmissions
under cars. Lick ass. You suddenly came up with
an idea? The only good ideas we ever had were
mine.
Yeah, sure. Just like the one that we
got busted for. Sorry right away hed
said it. But he liked the way it felt, him employed
and Joe who only put him down since they got
busted, unemployed. He riveted his eyes on Joes.
Nothing but hostility. Bumped into Tessie,
Joe. She cried all over me. You dump her in
some frat, she had to take a subway home?
Joe scowled and now he looked at Hesh head on.
You know you got no brain, but
you got a big friggin nose.
Hesh raised a fist but didnt hit. Watch
your mouth. Your mothers sitting here.
You dump Tessie for another broad? From here?
The neighborhood?
Up yours.
Shit, Joe, dont it bother you to
talk like that, your mama at the table? Youre
never home. What you doing Joey? Hanging out
with Binky all the time? Havent been to
shul like mama wants since we got back. I hit
you, thats no good. We used to be like
a matched set. Were brothers, Joe, were
twins. Dont that mean anything to you?
Youre gonna be my partner when we do our
thing. I try to tell you nice but nice dont
work. What works?
This time Joes voice was low, dispassionate
and menacing at once. Nothing works unless
it works for me. First off, you never threaten
me again, you hear? And second, its my
business what I do with my own life. Were
brothers. Yeah. Same birthday and all that shit.
But Im not your double, Hesh. I call my
shots myself.
Dont fight, my boys, dont
fight. Lena covered bunched-up fists on
either side of her with heavy hands.
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