Ciudad Juárez (Mexico) -- Fiction; El Paso (Tex.) -- Fiction; Prostitutes -- Fiction
"You're both right," said Evelyn, as she reached for the coffee pot, for
her second cup of coffee. "This coffee hits me right where I sit this
morning--it sure tastes good."
"Well, I gotta get dressed and start for town. I gotta date with Big
Boy, but I can't for the life of me remember what time it was for. What
are you going to do tonight, Ev?"
"I suppose I'll do the usual thing--go over the bridge."
"Do you suppose there will be anything said to us about last night?"
"I don't see how they can say anything--we weren't caught doing
anything, and there's no proof that we were mixed up in that mess, and
we weren't caught coming over the border, so--what can they say?"
"Yeah--I guess you're right at that--well, I'll see you later," as she
started for the door.
"But where?" called Evelyn.
"I'll tell you what--you come over to my hotel, Ev, about six o'clock.
How is that, and we'll go to supper--oh, by the way, Mickey, what are
you doing tonight--the usual thing?"
"Sure--the usual thing, but I'll see you over on the other side,"
answered Mickey.
"Then I'll be over at your hotel at six," said Evelyn.
"O. K., Ev, see you then--and thanks, Mickey, for the hospitality. So
long," as she closed the door behind her.
"That girl's sure a real good scout, Mickey--it's too bad that she has
got to go the route."
"Let's have a little drink--what do you say, Ev?"
"Quick."
"Say, Ev, where did you meet Pearl?"
"On the car the other night--and right away that Big Boy falls head over
heels for her in a big way, and wants to marry her, and she can't see
him--but--she is nuts over Harry Hicks--ain't that something to tie your
bowels in a knot?"
"Oh, Jees, Harry will do to her what he has done to all the rest that's
come his way--he will get tired of her as quick as the rest, and then I
suppose she will grieve, and go on the usual drunk, to forget it. I
don't know what it is about that guy that makes these girls go for him
like they do."
"Yeah--and look at the dough she could get from that big guy."
"I sure wish I could get my hooks into that Big Boy for a couple of
days, but he won't even give me a tumble," as they went on sipping their
coffee.
When Pearl arrived at her hotel, she found Big Boy sitting in the lobby,
with a sour expression on his face, which brightened when she came in.
"Hello, Big Boy," said Pearl, "Did you think I was going to stand you
up?"
"No--I forgot what time our date was for, so I came at noon, and they
said you hadn't been in all night. Where have you been?"
"Well--now, is that nice, to ask me where I've been, and what do you
care where I've been? I'm here for our date, am I not? Isn't that
enough? Come on up to the room, while I get dressed for wherever it is
we are going?"
Big Boy followed Pearl into the elevator and to her room, without saying
a word. When she closed the door, then he turned to her, face red with
anger.
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