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"How did the date go?"
"What makes you so sure I went?"
"You did, didnt you?"
"I was earning eighty dollars a week. Nobody was taking me to great dinners or Broadway shows. And I hadnt even met anyone I wanted to sleep with. "
"Did you enjoy the evening?"
"No. All I could think about was that I was going to have to sleep with this man. And he was old. "
"How old?"
"I dont know. Fifty-five, sixty. Im never good at guessing how old people are. He was too old for me, thats all I knew. "
"But you went along with it. "
"Yes. I had agreed to go, and I didnt want to spoil the party. Dinner was good, and my date was charming enough. I didnt pay much attention to the show. I couldnt. I was too anxious about the rest of the evening. " She paused, focused her eyes over my shoulder. "Yes, I slept with him. And yes, he gave me fifty dollars. And yes, I took it. "
I drank some coffee.
"Arent you going to ask me why I took the money?"
"Should I?"
"I wanted the damned money. And I wanted to know how it felt. Being a whore. "
"Did you feel that you were a whore?"
"Well, thats what I was, isnt it? I let a man fuck me, and I took money for it. "
I didnt say anything. After a few moments she said, "Oh, the hell with it. I took a few more dates. Maybe one a week on the average. I dont know why. It wasnt the money. Not exactly. It was, I dont know. Call it an experiment. I wanted to know how I felt about it. I wanted to… learn certain things about myself. "
"What did you learn?"
"That Im a little squarer than I thought. That I didnt care for the things I kept finding hiding in corners of my mind. That I wanted, oh, a cleaner life. That I wanted to fall in love with somebody. Get married, make babies, that whole trip. It turned out to be what I wanted. When I realized that, I knew I had to move out on my own. I couldnt go on rooming with Wendy. "
"How did she react?"
"She was very upset. " Her eyes widened at the recollection. "I hadnt expected that. We werent terribly close. At least I never thought we were terribly close. I never showed her the inside of my head, and she never showed me what was going on inside hers. We were together a lot, especially once I started taking dates, and we talked a great deal, but it was always about superficial things. I didnt think my presence was especially important to her. I told her I had to move out, and I told her why, and she was really shook. She actually begged me to stay. "
"Thats interesting. "
"She told me shed pay a larger share of the rent. That was when I found out shed actually been paying twice as much as I was all along. I think she would have let me stay there rent-free if I wanted. And of course she insisted I didnt have to take any dates, that she wouldnt want me to do it if it was putting me uptight. She even suggested that she would limit her activities to times when I was at work-actually a lot of her dates were during the afternoon, businessmen who couldnt get away from their wives during the evening, which was one reason why it took me as long as it did to realize how she was making her living. She said evening dates would have to take her to a hotel or something, that the place would be just for us when I was around. But that wasnt it, I had to get away from the life entirely. Because it was too much of a temptation for me, see. I was making eighty dollars a week and working hard for it, and there was an enormous temptation to quit work, which is something I never did, but I recognized the temptation for what it was. And it scared me. "
"So you moved out. "
"Yes. Wendy cried when I packed my stuff and left. She kept saying she didnt know what she would do without me. I told her she could get another roommate without any trouble, someone who would fit in with her life better. She said she didnt want anyone who fit in too well because she was more than one kind of person. I didnt know what she meant at the time. "
"Do you know now?"
"I think so. I think she wanted someone who was a little straighter than she was, someone who was not a part of the sexual scene she was involved in. I think now that she was a little disappointed when I took that first double date with her. She did her best to talk me into it, but she was disappointed that she was successful. Do you know what I mean?"
"I think so. It fits in with some other things. " There was something she had said earlier that had been bothering me, and I poked around in my memory, looking for it. "You said you werent surprised that she was seeing older men. "
"No, that didnt surprise me. "
"Why not?"
"Well, because of what happened at school. "
"What happened at school?"
She frowned. She didnt say anything, and I repeated the question.
"I dont want to get anybody in trouble. "
"She was involved with someone at school? An older man?"
"You have to remember I didnt know her very well. I knew who she was to say hello to, and maybe I was in a class or two with her at one time or another, but I barely knew her. "
"Was it tied in with her leaving school just a few months shy of graduation?"
"I dont really know that much about it. "
I said, "Marcia, look at me. Anything you tell me about what happened at college will be something I would otherwise find out, anyway. Youll just save me a great deal of time and travel. Id rather not have to make a trip out to Indiana to ask a lot of people some embarrassing questions. I-"
"Oh, dont do that!"
"Id rather not. But its up to you. "
She told it in bits and pieces, largely because she didnt know too much of it. There had been a scandal shortly before Wendys departure from campus. It seemed that she had been having an affair with a professor of art history, a middle-aged man with children Wendys age or older. The man had wanted to leave his wife and marry Wendy, the wife had swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, was rushed to the hospital, had her stomach pumped, and survived. In the course of the ensuing debacle, Wendy packed a suitcase and disappeared.
And according to campus gossip this was not the first time she had been involved with an older man. Her name had been linked with several professors, all of them considerably older than she was.
"Im sure a lot of it was just talk," Marcia Thal told me. "I dont think she could have had affairs with that many men without more people knowing about it, but when the whole thing blew up, people were really talking about her. I guess some of it must have been true. "
"Then you knew when you first roomed with her that she was unconventional. "
"I told you. I didnt care about her morals. I didnt see anything wrong with sleeping with a lot of men. Not if that was what she wanted to do. " She considered this for a moment. "I guess Ive changed since then. "
"This professor, the art historian. What was his name?"
"Im not going to tell you his name. Its not important. Maybe you can find out yourself. Im sure you can, but Im not going to tell you. "
"Was it Cottrell?"
"No. Why?"
"Did she know anyone named Cottrell? In New York?"
"I dont think so. The name doesnt ring a bell or anything. "
"Was there anyone she was seeing regularly? More than the others?"
"Not really. Of course she could have had someone who came over a lot during the afternoons and I wouldnt have known it. "
"How much money do you suppose she was making?"
"I dont know. That wasnt really something we talked about. I suppose her average price was thirty dollars. On the average. No more than that. A lot of men gave twenty. She talked about men who would give her a hundred, but I think they were pretty rare. "
"How many tricks a week do you think she turned?"
"I honestly dont know. Maybe she had someone over three nights a week, maybe four nights a week. But she was also seeing people in the daytime. She wasnt trying to make a fortune, just enough to live the way she wanted to live. A lot of the time she would turn
down dates. She never saw more than one person a night. It wasnt always a full date with dinner and everything. Sometimes a man would just come over, and she would go straight to bed with him. But she turned down a lot of dates, and if she went with a man and she didnt like him she wouldnt see him again. Also, when she was seeing someone she had never met before, if she didnt like him she wouldnt go to bed with him, and then of course he wouldnt give her any money. There would be men who would get her number from other men, see, and she would go out with them, but if they werent her type or something, well, shed say she had a headache and go home. She wasnt trying to make a million dollars. "
"So she must have earned a couple hundred dollars a week. "
"That sounds about right. It was a fortune compared to what I was earning, but in the long run it wasnt a tremendous amount of money. I dont think she did it for the money, if you know what I mean. "
"Im not sure I do. "
"I think she was, you know, a happy hooker?" She flushed as she said the phrase. "I think she enjoyed what she was doing. I really do. The life and the men and everything, I think she got a kick out of it. "
I had obtained more from Marcia Thal than Id expected. Maybe it was as much as I needed.
You have to know when to stop. You can never find out everything, but you can almost always find out more than you already know, and there is a point at which the additional data you discover is irrelevant and time you spend on it wasted.
I could fly out to Indiana. I would learn more, certainly. But when I was done I didnt think I would necessarily know more than I did now. I could fill in names and dates. I could talk to people who had memories of their own of Wendy Hanniford. But what would I get for my client?
I signaled for the check. While the waitress was adding things up, I thought of Cale Hanniford and asked Marcia Thal if Wendy had spoken often of her parents.
"Sometimes she talked about her father. "
"What did she say about him?"
"Oh, wondering what he was like. "
"She felt she didnt know him?"
"Well, of course not. I mean, I gather he died before she was born, or just about. How could she have known him?"
"I meant her stepfather. "
"Oh. No, she never talked about him that I remember, except to say vaguely that she ought to write them and let them know everything was all right. She said that several times, so I got the impression it was something she kept not getting around to. "
I nodded. "What did she say about her father?"
"I dont remember, except I guess she idolized him a lot. One time I remember we were talking about Vietnam, and she said something about how whether the war was bad or not, the men who were fighting it were still good men, and she talked about how her father was killed in Korea. And one time she said, If he had lived, I guess everything would be different. "
"Different how?"
"She didnt say. "
Chapter 11
I gave the car back to the Olin people a little after two. I stopped for a sandwich and a piece of pie and went through my notebook, trying to find a way that everything would connect with everything else.