15 August, 1932 – Unanswered Questions
I’ve been so busy at the Jive this weekend (Helen’s been out sick) that I forgot I fell asleep before finishing that last entry. And boy, was it a doozy. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it all.
So to pick up where I left off, last Friday, Quinn and the lady and her bodyguard were sitting at the table that Creepo had just vacated, and then from up on the second floor, another fella JUMPS DOWN FROM THE RAIL, grabs the trapeze lady statue on his way down, and pulls her down to the ground!! There was a great commotion, as you can imagine, and Q and his friends disappeared into the basement.
I say disappeared, because they never came back! Mr. Creepy apparently followed them down there, and started banging on the door to the dressing room, where they had locked themselves in. Manny the dishwasher followed them down to see if he could help, and told me all about it later.
Since there was no burlesque act that night, the downstairs dressing room wasnt being used, so there was nothing and no one in there. There’s just a dressing table, some lights, a few coat hooks, and a big mirror. There is a window down there, but ever since that peeping Tom tried to jimmie the window locks to get at the dancers down there, CeeJay had some security bars installed, so no one can get in (or out) that way.
By the time Creepo busted the door in, Quinn, the lady, and the goon were all gone. Vanished into the night. I’ve wanted to ask Q how he managed it (and thank him for the nice tip), but he hasn’t been back in all weekend.

I just hope he's okay.

12 August, 1932 - Exhausted, but Smiling

Just got home from the Jive, and thought I’d write a little bit in my diary while I soak my feet.  Tonight was a long one, but it would’ve been worse if not for Q.  But I’ll get to that in a minute. 

I know I’m lucky to even have a job, and especially so to have a boss like Ceejay who is so nice.  Sometimes I think she’s a little over-protective, but I guess it beats the alternative!  Tonight’s singer was very good, and the crowd seemed to be really enjoying themselves.  So it should have been a pretty nice night, but I guess there will always just be those people who seem to drain the life right out of you.  Ceejay does a pretty good job of keeping those types out, but sometimes they get in anyway.  You know the ones. They leer at you, or make comments, sometimes they pinch you.  This one was not exactly like that, but he still just seemed so …creepy. 

I didn’t even see him come in, but late in my shift I turned around and there he was at the closest table to the stage, staring around at everything like he was trying to memorize the place.   Ceejay doesn’t like any customer to be kept waiting, so of course I headed right to him to get his order.  He looked up at me like I reeked - which is funny, because he wasn’t all lilacs and roses, himself… kinda smelled like a combination of moss, asphalt, and that smell you get when you first light a match. I had to struggle to keep a pleasant smile on my face.

He glanced over the drinks menu and in an accent I’ve never heard before, ordered the cheapest wine we have.  I don’t get around much, it’s true, but I think I can say with some certainty that this fella was from Out Of Town. When I got back with his drink, he didn’t even look up. He just kept staring at the singer like she was the worst thing he’d ever heard.  (Which is weird, because everyone else in the place thought she was the cat’s pajamas!)

Well, I was determined not to let this one bad apple spoil my whole night, so I went back to my usual spot along the back wall to enjoy the music for a while.  Just as I was starting to get into it, I looked over at Stinkface, and he was gone!  The rat must’ve snuck out to duck leaving a tip.  I don’t even know how he got past me – maybe up the stairs to the balcony and around? 

But get this: I was just heading over to clean up the table when who should show up, but Q himself!  I think I heard violins.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t there by himself.  He arrived with some glamorous lady and her goon, and they all sat down together at Mr. Creepy’s recently vacated table. But when Q found out about the absent tip, he made it good himself!  He’s a nice guy, that Quinn.  Even if he doesn’t think he is.

I wonder if I’ll ever be glamorous?

9 Aug, 1932 - Kansas seems like forever away

Today’s my day off, and I’m feeling a little gloomy, despite the glaring sun.  I got another letter from Mama today. They’re always so similar, filled with local news - what’s being planted/harvested/sold, who’s engaged/married/pregnant/sick/dying, and always something about the weather - this time, the Storms. No tornadoes yet, but plenty of heavy rain.  She enclosed some little purple ironweed flowers that she said Jessie pressed for me.  I bet J’s grown so much since I left.  I hate not being there, helping her with school.  What’s the point of her having a big sister, if I’m always so far away?

It’s only been a few months, but it seems like years since I left Cherryvale.  But even now I’m finding it hard to remember just what made me so anxious to get away. I guess I just needed to spread my wings, step out on my own, to prove that I could do it.  The call of the city, I guess? Oh, and  here, they don’t have crazy storms.

Funny. Storms always seemed like the Big Bad Wolf.  But here, there’s crime, murder, you have to be careful which streets you walk home on, everything’s so expensive.  Also, it’s hard to find people who like you just for you, people who aren’t trying to get something. By comparison, the storms don’t seem all that bad. I remember when I was younger, the sound of the rain brought comfort and insulation. It made me feel less tense about things. 

Here, it almost never rains.


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