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Chapter 5
Pam made her way toward the diner. Things looked even more run down in the night’s light than in the daylight.
Her quarrel with Fiana still stung. Maybe it was because they were becoming more frequent or maybe it was because Fiana was right. She lit a cigarette as she mulled over the words her lover shouted at her as she bounded down the stairwell of the apartment building. ‘Why do you have to go there? You quit one dump to go to another... it does not make sense! Just go to Ida. Ida will see to all of our needs and then we can stay home and just love, love, love. When I met you, you were on your way to becoming a great photographer. Do you remember? Why did you stop? What is wrong? I do not understand you milaya moya.’
Fiana had a point. Pam didn’t have to leave her alone; not ever. Her mother would happily support both of them. No doubt using it as a means to bridge the gap between mother and daughter and make up for the pain; pain th
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Pam closed the apartment door quietly behind her. The night was long and relatively uneventful. She earned over eight hundred dollars. Marty was so pleased with her attentiveness to Gustof that he’d tipped her himself! Although her body was tired, her spirits were elated. She was sorry to see Fiana sleeping on the sofa. She’d hoped to find her lover still awake so that she could discuss and share her the evening’s events with her.She pulled the afghan off the back of the sofa to cover Fiana’s lean body. The light touch of its soft folds against her pale skin was enough to rouse the middle aged woman. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly rolled over.“You stink of those men,” she slurred vehemently. “I can smell their sweat from here. I want to vomit.”The stench of alcohol mixed with smoke assaulted Pam while she strained to understand the slurred words that were spilling out of her alcoholic Russian lover’
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Pam’s slight frame slid across the back seat of the limousine and practically landed in Sylvia’s lap as the driver recklessly took a corner at a speed worthy of the Palisades Parkway and not the streets of the upper eastside of Manhattan. Sylvia scowled threateningly at the driver, who snarled defiantly back through his rear view mirror. She assumed that since they’d made such a scene at Marty’s party, a thrill ride in the back of his limousine was probably part of Marty’s payback. It was either that, or the driver went insane. Either way, Sylvia had borne it long enough and if he didn’t stop this recklessness she was going to do something drastic, like beat him over the head with the heel of her four-inch Jimmy Choo’s.Pam was hesitant about accepting the thin lace trimmed handkerchief Sylvia produced from her Chanel evening bag. It seemed too fine to be used to blot at the blood oozing from her lip, but, at Sylvia’s insistence
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Darryl sauntered up the street toward the bus stop. He was in no hurry to get to his karate studio. He needed time to process the conversation he’d just had with Lydia. Why would she suddenly want to call off their marriage?He didn’t understand.He’d met Lydia only a few months after he emigrated from China. It was love at first sight; for him at least. He refrained from telling his family about their romance because she was a Chinese-American and he was uncertain of their response. When he finally did introduce them, they surprised him by falling in love with her as well. How could they not? She was beautiful, smart, and funny. Best of all, she understood him completely. They decided, after only a few short months of dating, to begin their engagement; agreeing that they would wait to marry until after she graduated from law school. That was two years ago. She’d since graduated and been hired by a very prestigious law firm in Manhattan and the
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Pam held the small piece of paper that she scribbled the address for Darryl’s karate studio on as she made her way down the crowded street. It was a few weeks since she met him at the bus stop to ask about self-defense lessons and she was still as determined as ever to learn.Her body took its time to heal. Fiana proved herself to be a terrible nurse. Between her lover’s clumsy ministries and constant “I told you so’s” about what a terrible job she left the diner for and she should have just gone to Ida instead, Pam was surprised that she physically and mentally healed at all.She never liked to have Ida shoved at her by Fiana, but she was growing particularly weary of it at late. Although Ida was her mother and it was expected that they should have a bond, they were miles apart in their relationship. Ida thought Pam to be a frustrated and confused young lady who resisted any and all attempts she made to get close and Pam thought Ida
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The adrenaline rush from her excited anticipation put an extra bounce into Pam’s step as she hopped off the bus and made her way through the crowded sidewalk toward Darryl’s martial arts studio. Today was the first day of her self-defense classes.Darryl insisted she give her body a few more weeks to heal before allowing her to start her training. She’d utilized that time studying the history of martial arts. She found it fascinating and appealing. No longer did she simply want to learn it for the sake of self-defense. She had a new found interest in an ancient and sacred art form.She reached the studio in record time and swung open the doorway with an energetic force that even she was surprised by. Stopping just inside the door, she took a moment to observe Darryl deep in conversation with a small group of men. It didn’t take long for one of them to notice her and point her out. Darryl quickly motioned for her to join them.As Pam close
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Fiana flung the apartment door open, leaving Pam poised with her house key in hand. She gave Pam a haughty look and turned, walking back into the living room.“I know what you’re doing,” Fiana spat.The flame of the cigarette lighter towered over the end of the cigarette that balanced precariously in Fiana’s mouth before disappearing into nothingness when she snapped the lighter shut.Pam followed Fiana into the apartment and kicked the door closed. She poured herself a glass of Wild Turkey whisky from the open bottle on the coffee table. Savoring the burn of the liquid as it slid down her throat, she watched Fiana pace the room.“How’d you do today?” Pam asked.“I hate it when you ignore me!” Fiana roared. “Don’t fucking ignore me, bitch. I said I know what you’re doing, damn it.”“Christ. What now?” Pam reached out, when Fiana’s pacing bro
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Pam felt better than ever. Her lessons not only provided her with strong, valuable moves for self-defense against muggers, but they instilled a new type of self confidence in her; something she had never known before.They reached the end of their lesson time and she was still filled with pent up energy. Thinking their lesson completed, Darryl’s guard was down just enough to allow her to take him by surprise with a sweep of her foot. He laughed as he struggled for balance. Reaching out for Pam as he fell back he caused her to tumble on top of him. Laughter filled the air as Pam rolled off and the two lay, side by side, on the studio floor.“You are getting good. I need to be careful,” Darryl chuckled.Pam rolled her head toward Darryl and looked him in the eye. She was suddenly aware of how close she was to him. Her body tingled from the nearness. She prayed he didn’t notice. She hopped up and straightened her shirt. “Ye
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“Here it is,” Pam said as she freed herself from the arm lock she shared with Darryl and stumbled onto the first step of her brownstone apartment building.Darryl stepped back and on the sidewalk and craned his neck to look up. “What floor are you on?”“The third,” she replied as she sat down on the step with a thud. “Do you think we’ll make it?”“You mean, you. I better catch a cab,” Darryl said as she seated himself, a little more gracefully, next to Pam.“Oh, come on up,” Pam begged. “You can get a little coffee down you and meet your net friend, Fiana. I’m sure she’s still up.”Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she hiccupped and blushed.Darryl seemed not to notice Pam’s hiccup, or distress over it, as he looked past her toward the building’s entry door.“Does she have dark, scary hair?” he asked
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