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women. She insisted there was a mathematical corollary between the size of one’s boobs and the financial viability of one’s suitors.
    Erin said she was satisfied with the God-given size of her breasts, and confident that customers would find her sexy.
    “Ha!” Erin’s mother said. “You’ll see, young lady. You’ll see who gets the biggest tips—the girls with the knockers, that’s who!”
    Erin’s mother was wrong. Her daughter was quite a dancer.

    Erin was startled to meet Jerry Killian in the parking lot of the Eager Beaver lounge. He handed her a bouquet of yellow roses, and a small box containing a diamond lavaliere. Then he told her that he loved her more than life itself.
    “Try to get a grip,” Erin said.
    “I am lost.”
    “Obviously.”
    “Lost in love!”
    Erin said, “You don’t know me. If you’re in love with anything, it’s my dancing. And possibly the fact that I was naked at the time.”
    Killian’s face twisted in pain. “I would love you as much,” he said, “if you were a bank teller.”
    “Fully clothed?”
    “In a potato sack,” he declared.
    Erin accepted the roses but gave back the diamond necklace. She unlocked the car and laid the bouquet on the front seat. She felt around on the floorboard for the.32, just in case.
    “Erin, I know all about you. Did you read my note?”
    “Anybody can go down to the courthouse, Mr. Killian. It’s all in the files.”
    Abruptly Killian dropped to one knee, on the pavement. “I’m a serious man.”
    “Don’t do this,” Erin said, wearily.
    “I love you. I can fix the custody case.” His voice was burning. “I can get your child back.”
    Stay cool, thought Erin. She was dying to ask him how it would work, how he would do it. “Mr. Killian, get up. You’re ruining a perfectly good pair of pants.”
    Killian maintained his genuflection. He folded his hands at his breast, as if praying. “The judge has aspirations for higher office. He has an eye on the federal bench.”
    “And I suppose you’ve got connections.”
    Killian glowed. “One phone call, and he will see your case in a different light.”
    “I’ll tell you about this judge,” Erin said. “He comes to the club, sits in the back and doodles with himself while I’m dancing.”
    Killian said, “That’s good information. We can use that.”
    “Forget it—”
    “Please,” he cut in, “don’t underestimate me.”
    Erin was thinking, What if he can do this thing? What if he’s really got some pull?
    “Tell me about your connections. Why should a call from you make a difference?”
    Killian said, “Not from me. From a certain United States congressman.”
    Erin took the car keys from her purse and jangled them impatiently.
    Killian merrily went on: “Think about it, Erin. A U.S. congressman asks a favor. Would you dare say no? Not if you had hopes of getting a federal judgeship. Not if you needed some pull in Washington.”
    He touched her arm lightly, and she noticed that his fingers were shaking. He said, “Your little girl—her name is Angela. She belongs with you.”
    Erin felt a hitch in her breath. The sound of her daughter’s name, coming from this stranger, filled her with sorrow.
    “I’m single myself,” Killian said.
    “Don’t get carried away.”
    “You’re right, Erin. I’m very sorry.” He stood up, brushed the dirt from his trousers. “I’ve been working on this plan, making progress. Give me another week and you’ll have a new court date. And I think you’ll find the judge to be much more open-minded about the case.”
    He was bowing to kiss her hand when Shad tackled him from the side. It hardly qualified as a scuffle, as there was no resistance from Killian. He seemed to go limp. When his eyeglasses flew off, a dreamy look came to his face.
    Erin told Shad not to hurt him.
    “Why not?”
    Killian was stretched out on the damp asphalt. When he raised his head, pebbles stuck comically to one cheek. “I’m a man of my