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hollowly through the megaphone. "OK, Mae! Let her through, people. Damn it, let her through!"
She pushed against the damp soiled people, feeling hot light from the reflectors, keeping the "Ave Maria" in her loud as a boys' choir. There he was, her little brother. She clasped the limp body, looked up to the camera and now let the tears fill her eyes, spill over, streak her face.
"Fade out. Cut! Print. Now the long shot."
She did it again. The minute he said, "All for today." she jumped into a taxi and hurried to her hotel. The tip she handed the cabbie was equivalent to the fare. He stared in astonishment at the shabbily dressed girl, her face streaked with tears and grime. Mae rushed up to her room for a cold shower.
The next day she and Rudy di Valentina went to Manhasset to swim, out at the Castles' place. Vernon was in Europe. He had joined the Royal Flying Corps in England and was risking his life fighting German planes. How strange it seemed. Of course he'd been obsessed with the war even during Watch Your Step; he'd wanted to be in then and only humored Irene by postponing it a while ; but here on the gay beach it was dimcult to imagine the drone of a plane, the blast of bombs.
She wore a red ruffled suit and floated about in the water, feeling cool and refreshed. Rudy swam out and yanked off his jersey for more freedom. He came from the surf glistening, looking more muscular, healthier than she'd ever seen him; and it wasn't just that he was making a hundred a week dancing with Bonnie at the Montmarte. Rudy was in love. With Blanca deSaulles! The little ivory figurine had taken Mae's advice and gone dancing; that's how they'd met. Now Rudy was keeping his eyes open, watching Jack deSaulles. Jack knew nothing about him; perhaps he could help Blanca get enough evidence to win a divorce.
"I'm not just the benevolent friend," Rudy admitted. "I want to marry her, Murray. I worship Blanca and she needs
me."
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