“What do you mean?” He looked into the apartment. “There’s someone prettier than you here?”

“Yes, but . . . she’s late. I’ll call her. Why don’t you fix yourself a drink?” I added, nodding at the bar. “Everything’s there.”

“Late? How late?”

“I’ll call her right now,” I said, hurrying into the kitchen.

Roxy answered on the first ring. “What’s up?”

“There’s a man here to see you.”

“A man? What man?”

“A client, Roxy.”

“I have no appointment tonight,” she said. “Where is he?”

“I had to let him in. I told him to make a drink for himself while I called you.”

“What’s his name?”

“I didn’t ask.”

“It’s a mistake,” she said, but she didn’t sound confident of that.

“Where are you?”

“I’m only ten or so minutes away.”

“What should I tell him?”

“Tell him . . . I’m on my way,” she said. “M.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell him anything about us. I mean, don’t tell him anything true.”

“I understand.”

“It’s important,” she said.

“Okay.”

She hung up. I stood there for a while. My heart was thumping. I had no idea what I would say or do if he asked any questions. He was sitting at the bar and turned quickly when I entered the living room.

“What’s going on?”

“She’s on her way,” I said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t understand why she wasn’t here waiting. Time’s money,” he added. He downed what looked like a glass of straight whiskey. Then he looked at me. “So who are you? How do you fit into this? You another flower girl or something? I didn’t know about you. I like younger women, especially pretty younger women.”

“No, I’m just a . . . roommate.”

“Just a roommate? I don’t know how you could be just a roommate,” he said. “You got a date tonight?”

“No, I don’t . . . I’m not . . . I’m just a roommate,” I said. “You want another drink or maybe some cheese and crackers?”

“No, I don’t want cheese and crackers, and I’m not here to get bombed, Miss . . . say, what’s your name?”

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