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but an old loser nigger flunkying for Hoffmeister and digging in filth for seventy-five a week.'
    But instead he mumbles, 'Yeah, it is wonderful that things have finally turned around for me, for us.' He avoids her eyes and slides from the bed to flee to the bathroom with the roil of sudden diarrhea.
    He sits on the stool pressing his palms against his pounding temples. Finally he rises, flushes the toilet. He steps into the shower. As usual he cleanses himself only from the shoulders down to preserve and savor Marguerite's scent about his head. He is toweling off when Panther Cox, his bosom crony, sticks his head through the door of the adjoining room with his battered black pug face radiant with erotic conquest.
    'Say buddy, you leaving?' he asks.
    Joe nods.
    'Gimme another half hour with my fox and I'll take you home.'
    'Okay Panther, take your time.'
    Joe steps into the bedroom. Marguerite is pillow propped in bed, languidly smoking a cigarette, watching the street below. She gives his strained face a concerned look as he gets into bed. He props himself within her encircling arm, cheek to cheek beside her.
    'Hon, are you ill?' she asks.
    'Just an upset stomach and a lightweight headache ... had rough paperwork in the office today' he lies again as they look through the open window down at the street ahum with cars and jay-walking Nigger Christmas celebrants.
    Her fingertips stroke his temple as she says, 'Hon, I've had a lovely time with you. Let's go home. Panther and his lady can take a cab when they are ready to leave.'
    Now he thinks he doesn't want to leave, wishes he hadn't complained but decides to terminate the evening to avoid further painful discussion and back-up lies about Zenobia and the dismal state of his affairs.
    'All right sugar, after we finish your cigarette' he says softly.
    She puts her cigarette to his mouth for a draw. Then she stiffens against him as she points excitedly at the street.
    'Oh, there's Judge Evans with Rob and Helena!' she exclaims.
    He sees, for the first time, her spitting image lawyer son emerging, across the street, from a sparkling new black Forty-Seven Fleetwood Cadillac accompanied by his reddish tan Kewpie Doll wife, Helena. Her father, a platinum-haired giant with a mahogany-hued fierce Buffalo Nickel Indian face and noble bearing, emerges from beneath the wheel to lock the car. The men's flawlessly tailored ice cream silk suits sheen richly as they escort Helena, shimmery in orange taffeta, across the avenue.
    Waves of class inferiority and paranoid jealousy rock Joe Senior as he wonders if Marguerite has a secret interest in the Judge since she exclaimed his name first before he emerged from his car.
    She pecks his cheek. 'Darling, I'm going to surprise them and join them for the Alabam's last show' she says excitedly as she scrambles across him to the carpet.
    He puppy-eyes her as she dances a transient rigadoon of joy before she prances her Jane Russellish curves into the bathroom. He hears her click the lock on Panther Cox's adjoining door. Then he hears the pianissimo thunder of the shower. His idolatry of her, the terror of losing her aches his gullet. The thought of the suckling artistry of her mouth quivers his organ as he inhales the pungent spice of her plum tinted sex nest clinging to his thick mustache.
    Jealousy racks him when she returns to carefully apply fresh make-up at the dressing mirror. She's prettying up for the Judge, he tells himself. I'm just her ghetto jock she'll dump when she finds a muckety-muck like the Judge to punch the right buttons in bed. Their eyes meet in the mirror. She smiles lovingly. He smiles grotesquely.
    She speed-dresses herself in her crimson chiffon dress and matching sling pumps. She appraises herself in the mirror, says, 'This dress nearly perfectly matches your lovely new convertible. Don't you think, Hon?'
    He mumbles, 'Close baby, close.'
    She hides her long auburn glory beneath a floppy brimmed black leghorn hat. She slips