on stage, Fizzy continued his strange âmusicâ â though it was scarcely romantic. Upstairs, Jelly had finally nodded off to sleep and was snoring quietly. Tallulah put her hand on Bugsyâs shoulder and began her attack.
âLong time no see, Bugsy.â
âWell, you know how it is.â
âYou used to come and see me every night.â
Bugsy fiddled with his hat brim. âIâve been busy,â he squeaked.
âBusy doing what?â
Tallulah was returning his service with great ease.
âOh, this and that.â
Bugsyâs answers werenât getting any better. Tallulah edged even closer towards him. Fizzyâs piano playing had reached a crescendo and Tallulah snapped at him.
âFizzy, will you quit the ivories and hit the shoe leather.â
âYes, maâam.â
Fizzy finished his âpieceâ in defiance and then sheepishly closed the lid of the piano. He skulked off, a little moody and upset at being so unceremoniously evicted. The âspecialsâ arrived and were set down in front of Bugsy and Tallulah. She crisply gave the barman his marching orders.
âOK. Beat it. Go check the storeroom.â
âSure thing, maâam.â
Fat Samâs girl knew who she was and wasnât about to let people forget it. She turned back to Bugsy. This time she was pulling all the stops out.
âYouâre aces. You know that, Bugsy? Iâve always found you kind of special.â
âCareful, Tallulah, youâre racing my motor.â
He meant what he said. And so did she.
âCome on, Bugsy. Give a girl a break, wonât you?â
âYou sure you got the right fella?â
Tallulah sighed. âYouâre not like those other saps.â
âNo?â
âYouâve got lovely brown eyes. You know that?â
She was inches from him, and she ran a finger along his dark brown eyebrows as she spoke. Bugsy offered a lame joke.
âTheyâll be lovely black eyes if Fat Sam catches us.â
âHow about smearinâ my lipstick?â
Tallulah tilted her head on one side and narrowed her eyes at him. She pouted her lips and let out another sigh. Bugsy gulped.
âIf you come any closer, Iâll call my lawyer.â
Tallulah was not put off. Sheâd also caught sight of Blousey coming in at the speakeasy door.
âSo call him.â
Tallulah leaned across and kissed Bugsy on the forehead. The bright red lipstick made an indelible shape on his swarthy skin. Blousey was dumbstruck. She stormed down the stairs with a loud clatter and Bugsy immediately pulled away from Tallulah.
âOh, hi, Blousey,â he stammered.
Tallulah sat back in her chair and breathed coolly on her shiny red fingernails. Blousey stormed up the stairs towards Fat Samâs office, ignoring Bugsyâs calls after her. She burst through the double doors that led to Fat Samâs inner office. Her knuckles rapped violently on the dappled glass marked âS. Stacetto Privateâ. She bit her lip while she waited, more in frustration than in anger. Knuckles answered the door and sighed a bored sigh at seeing her standing there. He didnât bother to ask her what she wanted.
âItâs the broad about the audition, Boss.â
Without waiting for a reply from Sam, he took it upon himself to send her away. âHeâs busy, lady. Come back tomorrow.â
Blouseyâs face dropped. She could handle Bugsy and Tallulah, but not getting an audition poleaxed her, and the last drop of courage drained from her face and tears welled up in her eyes. Suddenly Sam appeared at the door, and surprised them both.
âOK, lady, Iâm all ears. Go right in and get ready. Weâll be right with you. Just a couple of things to tie up here, and weâll be in there a-listening.â
He smiled a big Italian smile that seemed to be reflected in his shiny, greased-down hair. Blousey, delighted, grabbed her
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