Priscilla said.
Dancing with the customers at Almackâs, when the sailors fell in from the ships or when the workers from the warehouses drifted in with their smells and heavy feet, was a rough and tumble business. Men who most women would not have looked at twice began to think they were somethingspecial as they ran their hands over the women or tried to kiss them. All the time, Pete and his staff would be peddling booze and pushing the girls out on the floor if they sat down for more than a minute. It was a scene you didnât want to see.
âYou can sing?â I asked.
âSome,â she said.
It wasnât the answer I was looking for, but I sat on our one chair and put my palms up. âLetâs hear you,â I said.
Her voice was weak, and she came near the key some of the time, but most of the tune got away from her. And she looked so sad.
I could see why Pete kept her around the club. She was still young, and she was light-skinned, which was what he was looking for, and most of all, she didnât have any spunk in her. He could push her around and get her to do what he wanted, and that was all that mattered to him. Heâd make his money and go to sleep happy. His dealing with a slave trader made sense.
Lilly was another story. She was bringing Priscilla to me to see if I could do something with her. Why any woman would want to be with a man like Peter was a mystery, but I guessed that some women just stuck with who they found themselves with. Lilly had a good heart, and a little bit of influence with Peter, enough to push him in the direction of improving Almackâs but not enough to protect the women in the place.
Priscilla finished singing the song, and I told her I would talk with her later.
âI didnât do too good, did I?â she asked me.
âIâll find a place for you in the show,â I said.
âYouâre trying to wear four hats and youâve only got one head!â Jack said when I told him about Priscilla. âBe careful you donât find yourself out in the rain getting wet.â
âJack, what does that mean?â I asked.
âYouâre trying to pull off a show, youâre trying to raise this manâs club to something it ainât, youâre trying to show off your talents, youâre trying to save this girl, youâre trying to get blacks and whites together on the same program, youâre trying to help Stubby set up his catering business, and youâre trying to elevate the colored race,â Jack said. âWhat more are you going to do, train some monkeys to knit sweaters?â
âThatâs more than four things,â Stubby said. âFirst you said he was trying to pull off a show, thatâs one thingââ
âStubby, I can count,â Jack said. âIâm just trying to say heâs doing too many things.â
âWhat kind of business did you say I was in?â Stubby again.
âCatering,â Jack said. âThatâs when you cook for parties or private people and bring the food to them.â
Stubby was very interested in the catering business andwas getting Jack to explain it to him. Jack kept looking over at me, but he was being patient with Stubby and explaining how the event could help him, too.
I felt a headache coming on because I knew Jack was right. The pressure was getting to me, and I was reaching in too many directions. Some decisions had to be made, and most of all, the decision about what I was going to be doing in the show. Everybody had their own interests, and I couldnât let them run around me and not let my light shine. I decided to make a list of people who were going to be in the show, and what they wanted. The first thing I needed to do was to see if Margaret was really going to get some Irish dancers or if I would have to go find them.
Margaret had her hair up with strands tied around paper. She looked like pictures of clowns I had
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