Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

On a flight from Freeport to West Palm on Thursday, Jackie spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom, rearranging the contents of her bag. The 500,000 she put in first took up almost half of the space.She stuffed the money around with underwear, covered it with several shirts and two skirts, tied it tightly, and tucked it tightly.The remaining 50,000 were put in last, covering the top. As she came out, a guy who came to Freeport to make money said, "I'd like a drink, but you've been in the toilet for half the flight. I'm going to make a formal complaint when we land." Jackie said, "Because I'm airsick."

"How can one of your stewardesses get airsick?" "That's why I'm going to resign." "I still have to complain." "Is it because I'm airsick?" Jackie said. "Or because I called you a fool?" This confused him.He said, "You didn't call me a fool." Jackie said, "Didn't I bark? Well, you're a fool." This is her last flight. Den Nicolai was waiting on the upper level of the parking lot.He took the wheelie cart from her and said, "We can't see each other like this." "That's what you said last time."

"Really? It's serious, isn't it? When this is over, we can meet somewhere else. What do you think?" "Of course, if I don't go to jail." "Falon called the Thirty Prosecutor's Office. It was announced in the circuit court this morning that the case will not be filed against you." It was like this - heard the message among the empty cars in the dimly lit parking lot.She stood still and waited for Nicolai to stop and look back. "You mean, I got away?" "Free as a bird. Still, I want you to bring things and get this done. How much did you bring this time?"

"I told you," Jackie said, "fifty thousand. He knows he's going to need bail." "Bail is possible, but I doubt it," Nicolai said.They walked up to Jackie's Honda.When she was opening the luggage compartment, he said, "Last night we seized a weapon that would earn him another two hundred thousand dollars. It was very neat and caught his three buddies without firing a single shot." Jackie lifted the trunk lid. "But you didn't catch Ordell." "Not yet. Someone's going to come out with him. Maybe the one you saw in the hospital, and he's ready to confess." Nicolai put the trolley in Jackie's trunk and went in with the flight bag. car.Jackie got in the car, sat behind the wheel with the flight bag on her lap and unzipped.

"It's fifty thousand, huh?" he said, looking at bundles of hundred-dollar bills, each wrapped with a rubber band. "It doesn't look like that much." "Tell me ten thousand per bundle." "You didn't count?" "I never count. It's not my money." "He might have had some cocaine in it. Have you checked?" She watched as Nicolai's hand slipped under the bundle of money and found a folded skirt. "Mr. Volka promised not to do that again." "Where are your curlers?" "I didn't bring it."

She watched his hands reach for a pair of black high heels that were askew to one side.He touched the shoe with his fingers, then came back and picked up a bundle of bills.He held the bundle to his ear, and quickly scratched the sides of the bills with his thumb. "Ten thousand, that's right." Nicolai ran his fingers back and forth over the bills, then gave the bundle to Jackie. "There's cocaine dust on it. Did you feel it? Half the bill was spent in Florida. I think if you tried it, you'd find the dust." Jackie ran her fingers over the bill.She weighed the ten thousand in her hand.She smiled slightly and said, "Have you been tempted?"

Nicolai looked at her. "What, put a bundle in my pocket? If I take it, I'll let you take a bundle too, right? Or we can take as much as we want, and there's no receipt anyway. No one but you and me Know how much money there is here." He took the bundle of money from her and dropped it into the airbag. "I've seen more money on the table in drug dealers' homes, all in cardboard boxes, kept in the storage room. I've seen all kinds of stolen money lying around, and I've never failed Tempted to grab some. How about you?" Jackie said, "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not joking." "Plucking hair from Ordell?" "Or from me." Nicolai said, "As soon as I mark it, the 50,000 will belong to the Administration." "Since I'm under surveillance all the time," Jackie said, "how can I get some out?" "Here's what I want you to understand. You'd be a fool to try. You put the fifty thousand in your shopping bag, and I'm going to see that much when I check Sheronda's bag. Do you still use 'Saks' shopping bags?" "This time with 'Messi'."

"why?" "Ask Ordell." "I'm too late," said Nicolai. What should you wear when you're flying away with half a million cash?Do you walk casually in your sneakers, or do you dress up?Max thought about it, then put on his brown wool suit over a blue shirt and a navy tie.His task was to wait near the Ann Crane stand in the women's department on the second floor of the Macy's, watching Jackie emerge from the fitting room around four-thirty.They had to walk away on her time, no matter what the surveillance was.He then walked up to a salesperson and told her that his wife thought she had forgotten a shopping bag in one of the fitting rooms.There are towels for the beach.

He had read in a book that a determined man is alone, and it seemed true; and it was just a little after four, and he was standing outside the Renee Gallery, a newspaper under his arm, Looking in at the green painting, there was no sign of Renee—later he heard her voice. "Max?" The voice is a little sad, maybe disturbed.Behind him, Leni stood in the middle of the central hall, holding a painting of the restaurant handyman on the floor. "Accepted this morning," Renee said, "from a judicial officer delivering a subpoena, like a court subpoena." "That's the thing," Max said.

Holding on to the huge oil painting, she looked so thin, turning a blind eye to the shoppers passing by.This is one of her characteristics, always acting like no one else: stopping to talk to people in the middle of vehicles driving on the road, chatting with people at the gate of public places, standing on the aisle of the parking lot, regardless of whether there are cars waiting to drive behind Walk. "I'm sad and disappointed," Renee said. "I thought you'd show more grace than have a stranger notify me. Twenty-seven years of marriage, Max, do you think that's fair? " He said, "Why don't you come over a little bit and get out of the way?" The shopper looked at Leni, then turned around and glanced back at her. "Come on, let me help you." Renee walked into her gallery, wearing a fat Arabian dress, layered brown and white, with black stripes from top to bottom.Max followed her inside, pausing to grab the oncoming glass door.He put the painting inside, leaned against the table in the middle, and waited for more of Renee's chatter.Her small head, with a hat-style hairstyle, peeked out from an Arabic robe, and her eyes were bright with make-up.Renee was now absorbed in oil paintings. "I was sure Ralph Lauren was going to buy one, and I went all the way to get some business from him. I said, 'Hang up something lively, and replace those silly pictures of English horses .'" "What do they know?" Max said, for some reason, sympathetic to her.She looked at him now, and her expression told him that she was still sad and disappointed. "You should come to me, Max, and tell me your plan." "It's not that I haven't been here, but you're busy with your cheese and biscuits." "I sold three Davide paintings on opening day. I sold another one yesterday." He was thinking, well, something happened to them, something happened to them.But he didn't say anything.How to speak?Let her accept reality and walk away.It is now ten past four. Renee was looking at the painting again, the sugarcane field, with a perplexed, or empty expression on her face.She said, "We've got differences. We've grown farther and farther apart. There's no room for accommodation here. I have my art. You have... I guess it's your business." She looked at him again now. . "But we had good times too, didn't we, Max?" Is this from a lyric? We had a good time too, didn't we? He struggled to think of a concrete example.At first there was a time when he could hardly take his hands off her, and in retrospect she probably grew to like it.Later, he gave up the desire to find something to talk to.It may be true that there were no good times. In the entire twenty-seven years, not counting the time of separation, at least there were no memorable examples.The time of separation was not so bad.During that time, Cricket sang country songs to him, and spent time listening to Cricket singing under the moonlight... Funny to say, he likes maids.Jackie was different.Intelligent and sexual, but also in a quiet, unhurried manner - on the balcony, reaching into his pants, throwing the glass out, and grabbing him.He never gets tired of being with her. ...he said to Renee, "Yeah, there was some time," watching her jaw twitch. She could do it, she could make her jaw tremble whenever she wanted to, and it always seemed to work, and every now and then he felt guilty or sorry for her for no reason. She looked at the cane field again and said, "What's the use of talking about it, you've already made up your mind." Renee sighed. "If that's what you want..." "Do you think it's pointless?" "I think so." She looked up at him again, her jaw no longer trembling. "That's not to say, though, that it won't keep you from spending money." Max said, "You never save money, Renee." The saleswoman, Frieda, was in the fitting room with Jackie, lolling like a mannequin, with one hand pinned to her lower back and fingers pointing to her spine.She said: "Isanne is too partial to you." Jackie turned back to look in the mirror. "I'm used to wearing narrower skirts." "Your figure," said Frieda, "will look good in both stiff and flowing dresses. Are you going to travel abroad?" "I want to start from Paris and drive all over the grape country." "Oh, are you going by yourself?" "Maybe," said Jackie, "I haven't thought about it yet." "Wear it together or with it. These two are good. How about the silk bodice I showed you? It's great for traveling." Frieda picked up several of them from the back of a chair. a dress. "You like narrow ones, why don't you try that Zhang Tai brand with a side seam?" Jackie checked her watch. "Okay. I'm going to have this set. In fact, I want to put on—out of the uniform." "That black silk one looks so charming on you," Frieda said, and went out. Louis and Melanie at the Donna Karen booth in New York, Louis looking at the wall-mounted door at the far end of the design department with the words "FITTING ROOM" written on it.Jackie had said at the meeting to wait here and not to go in before twenty-five past four.Now that the time was coming, he was very sure. He stood at the booth of "Dana Bachman" and looked over from a distance, so he could see the vicinity of the fitting room more clearly.As soon as Melanie went in, he made sure to see her when she went out.The salesgirls walked past him, and he always felt that they were looking at him.What does he seem to be doing here?Melanie was busy looking at her clothes.She held up a women's dress, looked at it for a moment, and then threw it back on the shelf.She never refolds her clothes.She was wearing a white tube skirt and a denim jacket that looked like a barrel, but it wasn't bad.He was surprised that she was interested in clothes, because she didn't seem to have many clothes, and always wore those with fringe.Louis was holding the "Macy" shopping bag he was about to exchange with Jackie.He worried that if Melanie held it, she would snatch some merchandise and stuff it in a bag.They cannot attract the attention of the security personnel in green coats and pink ties.At least they're not packaged.Louis was wearing his new light blue sports coat.He was eager to get things done quickly.Melanie got on his nerves. He said "go," motioned to her, and walked down the aisle that led to the "Dana Bachman" booth.He looked back, gestured to her again, and when he turned his head to look in the direction of the fitting room, he bumped into a woman."Excuse me," Louis said, seeing the woman's staring eyes, and realizing, oh my god, it was a window model.Melanie came up to him and said, "Are you talking to yourself, Louis?" He felt that this place was too facing the fitting room, but there was another booth between them and the fitting room, surrounded by several models in various poses, which looked like real people.Louis nudged Melanie and said, "Go." "What are we waiting for? Why don't I just go in now?" she said. "She said it was four thirty-five." "It's almost there now." Louis beckoned her to follow, and arrived at a place where "Mitch Moon" was written on the board.Melanie looked at the clothes and said, "It's too bad." "Get ready," Louis said, handing her the "Macy" bag, which contained the beach towels Jackie wanted him to buy.Then he saw a woman come out of the fitting room with several dresses draped over her arms, and began to hang the dresses on different hangers.There were a few women wandering among the coat racks around here, and there was only one man; he was sitting in a chair by the Ellen Tracey stand reading a newspaper.He looked up and looked over the back, and Louis said, "My God, it's Max." Melanie turned from the "Mickey Moon" booth and said, "Who?" "That's the fellow I worked for, Max Cherry. What's he doing here?" "I don't know," Melanie said. "Is he a crossdresser? Ask him." "He's a married man, probably here with his wife," Louis said, remembering that Max had separated from his wife and didn't live together.Maybe he's here with his girlfriend, that's possible.Louis glanced back at Melanie.She is walking towards the fitting room.He looked at Max again—he was already fifty paces away, walking away, pacing towards the Ann Crane booth.He was wearing a suit and tie, and he must have been with a woman.Louis walked to one end of the Mickey Moon booth.Melanie was already in the fitting room. "This one is beautiful. What is the material of the jacket, cotton?" "Linen," said Jackie. "The dress is washed silk." "Pretty good, but I'm usually not a fan of full dresses." "That's it," Jackie said. "Floaty." "You look good in that dress. How much?" "The coat is five hundred and fifty..." "My God." "The dress is two hundred and sixty-eight." "You can afford it," Melanie said, handing Jackie her shopping bag. "We've got to get this done. You know, don't you? You're doing better than you thought, take my word for it." Jackie pushed open a shuttered door to the dressing room, went in with Melanie's shopping bags, and came out with her own. "It's the same bag," Melanie said. "The same big towel? Are you kidding me or something?" Jackie reached into the bag, reached under the towel, and pulled out a wad of hundred-dollar bills, which she held up to Melanie, stared at her for a moment, then stuffed the money back into her pocket.Jackie didn't say a word. Melanie didn't speak either.She took the bag, turned and left. Jackie went into the dressing room again, shut the door behind her, and transferred the half a million from the airbag to the shopping bag Melanie had brought.Put her uniform in the flight bag.It was covered with a beautiful black silk dress. ...she had to return the skirt with the side seam to the "Zhang Tai" stand; too late to try it on.She paid for the suit and "Isanne" shared the suit, and the suit was already worn on her body, and she had to take it away.She asked the cashier to store her flight bag for a while and pick it up later. Well, then she went over to Frieda and said, "Oh, someone forgot a shopping bag in there. It looks like it had beach towels in it." She walked out the door.After a minute or so Max came in, looking for a shopping bag that his wife thought was left in a powder room, with beach towels in it. As soon as Jackie was within sight of everyone, she put on an anxious look and ran to find Nicolai or someone and tell him what was the matter.Just a minute ago, Melanie broke into the fitting room, picked up the bag containing the money and left.Melanie was the one who shot the man—Jackie sounded almost frantic when she said that.Nicolai will take action, no matter what they do, when he gets back to Jackie, whether he gets Melanie or not, there will be all kinds of problems, but Jackie believes that there is nothing she can't handle of.The only real problem she sees next is Max. Melanie came out of the fitting room, walked through the hangers, and down the aisle.She caught a glimpse of Louis still at the Mickey Moon stand.He saw her.She saw him walking past the Dana Bachman booth and walking straight toward her.They bumped into each other in the aisle next to the Donna Karen stand in New York. "What are u doing?" When he said this, his eyes were wide open and his eyeballs protruded, which frightened her for a while. "I'm going out of here. What do you think?" "Let me get the bag." "Damn it! I can lift it." She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back. "Damn, give me the bag." "What are you doing, hitting me?" "If you have to beat me." He was about to make a move, his fist was already raised to his brow.He grabbed the bag, and when she wanted to grab it back, he grabbed the handle she had loosened and tore the bag open at the seam—it wasn't big, but she had to let go Hand, said: "Okay, okay, take it, God, what's the matter with you?" "I'll carry the bag," he said. She said, "Okay. You've got it. What do you think I'm going to do, run off with the bag?" "If you have the slightest chance," he said, holding the bag under his arm now, all the money pressed tightly against the front of his cheap coat.He turned and left.She followed him up and down the escalator, and looked at his hair, which had begun to collapse; she followed him off the escalator, went up to the ground floor, passed the girls delivering perfume samples, and went out onto the boulevard.Louis just stopped. Melanie said, "Remember where we got in here?" He looked up at the palm trees, at the turquoise structural beams and the skylighted roof.He walked in the direction of Sears. Melanie said, "Over there, Louis." He stopped. "We came in from Bourdin's, remember? That's where you bought your stuff?" Louis said nothing.He didn't stare; maybe in a moment he would.Melanie felt that the liar must be terrified and lost. Among a group of civilized people, he neither understood nor trusted others, and just kept holding the shopping bag to his chest. She said, "Let's try to act like it's okay, Louis. What do you see? Turn back. Yeah, now step one leg over the other and we're going to walk over to Bourdin's. Get a A trendy straw hat with your trendy top. Would you like it?" Max stares into the fitting room from the Ann Crane booth.He saw a woman—it must be Melanie, with thick hair and a huge hip—go in, come out, leave, and his attention was always on the fitting room.The saleswoman goes in, stays for a while, then comes out with some clothes draped over her arms, heading for the cash register.Jackie hadn't shown up for a while.The clerk put the money into the register, folded the clothes and put them in a box, two boxes in all, and put the box in a shopping bag.Jackie finally came out.She was wearing a neat short-sleeved black suit and carrying a flight bag.She put the airline bag on the floor behind the checkout counter, straightened up and looked around, and began to enter her role: After a few distracted words with the salesperson, she went to the checkout counter to pay the cash and took it from the counter. Go shopping bags.A young woman Max had noticed loitering about, presumably watching, was gone; and none of the shoppers walking among the hangers was qualified to be a law enforcement officer.Jackie had walked away by this time, still looking around, looking restless, and the salesman said something behind her.Jackie walked on by herself.Max watched her until she disappeared at the end of the passage, heading up the avenue.He waited for a while.No one followed her.The salesperson is alone at the cash register now. It's Max's turn. For nineteen years he had been dealing with people who took incredible risks.Now he would feel more adventurous if he walked up to the counter. Then he had to go home and wait for Jackie's call.She went to his place or wherever he went to meet her.Maybe he won't hear from her for a while.Nikolai might have turned up, and she had to deal with him, tell what had happened, and be firm.She said: "As long as you do it, I will take care of it." After that, the two of them will fly away and disappear from this city. Whether they were going their separate ways or living together, she didn't say, and he didn't ask.What about in the future?"Let's see what happens," she said. When Max stands by the booth of Ann Crane's clothes, one thing is sure, that is, he is in love with her and wants to live with her, and if he just judges and doesn't act , he will stare.If he saw that she was using him...he didn't think so, but if she was... well, he'd take care of it, wouldn't he? By the time he walked from the Ann Crane stand to the salesperson at the cash register, he had completely changed his life. "Don't you want a funky straw hat? Hey, a pair of swimming trunks. How about a Hawaiian shirt? Look, Louis." Drive him crazy. Melanie followed him all the way through Bourdin's, poking him on the arm to show him hats, shirts, swimming trunks.He walked out of the door quickly and came to the street, looking at the aisle with empty cars parked in the setting sun, he felt a sense of comfort for a while.But then, damn it, he couldn't remember where they parked the car.Melanie could have something to say anytime now.It's not the passage in front of the entrance, but there are two or three more, he is quite sure.turn left.When they came to the boulevard just now, Louis was so busy thinking about their purpose of coming here that he didn't remember where they parked the car.As soon as they came out of different doors, the trouble started.People often lose their cars on the boulevard.That's why you put these security guards in those white buses, those little GM Jeeps, to come and help you.He had to wait for Melanie to go away. But she didn't go, she was waiting for him.She said, "You don't remember where we parked, do you? God, but if it weren't for you two big idiots I've never seen in my life... how did you ever rob a bank? You have to find Your car? You better give me the bag, Max, before you lose it." He didn't make a sound. "I'll get the bag and you go find the car," she said. "No, that won't work. You don't know where the car is." He wanted to punch her. "Or I'll go find the car," Melanie said in a breath. "We'll take the car, split the money, and go our separate ways. Fuck Ordell." Should have punched her in the mouth. She said, "All right, go. This way, Louise. Here, give me your hand." She held out her hand and waited.He didn't take her hand, she walked away again, he followed her to the second aisle, and then passed between the cars to the third aisle.She walked a few steps along the parked car and stopped. "Is this the passage?" "Yes, at the front." "Are you sure?" He walked that way."Louis," she said, turning and crossing the car to another passage. He follows her.When he used to live in South Beach, he would forget where he parked his car when he drank too much, so he had to wander around on the street.Before he picked her up this afternoon, he drank a few cans of beer.Melanie stopped. She said, "Louis, I'm sorry for you, I really do." She said, "You need someone to take care of you," she said, twisting her big ass in a tight white tube skirt as she walked.She stopped and was about to pass between the cars again when she turned to look at him. "Is it this passage or the next one?" He said: "This one." It doesn't matter whether it is true or not.He couldn't think about it anymore. She said, "That's right?" He said, "Don't say anything more, okay? I tell you, keep your mouth shut." She looked startled, but then, with that smirk on her face again, she was about to speak when Louis raised his fist. "I mean it. Don't say another goddamn word." Melanie said, "Well, Louise..." She told him he'd have to turn around here all night to find his car--she was going to say that when he reached into his coat pocket for the Barletta Ordell had given him.As soon as she saw the pistol, she closed her mouth and her face paled.But then, God, she started talking again.Louis didn't hear what she said because that's when he shot her.boom!He watched her bounce off a car.boom!He shot her again, making sure to kill her, and that would make it easier for him.Hit it and hit it.He walks down the aisle to his Toyota, and he's right, it's there, and he gets in the car with the shopping bags and backs up this way.At Melanie's brown legs poking out from between the cars, Louis rolled down his window.He said to her, "Hey, look, I found the car," and drove away.A small white jeep of that kind came along another passage. Jackie hurried along the upper level of the avenue, panting for the watchers to see. (In fact, she was a little apprehensive about handing the bag to Melanie. However, Melanie replaced Simone, and this change of plan actually helped her, which she hadn't expected).Jackie headed straight for Barney's Coffee and Tea Company on the edge of the café lot, where Nicolai had come from the last time. He wasn't there. She came out and was nearly bumped into by two boulevard security guards in green blazers, both carrying portable radios, who avoided her and continued on their way.As she was walking away from the Macy's, she saw another security guard running towards Bourdin's. Jackie imagined Nicolai and his men, in radio contact, walking past her, talking to each other: she was standing in front of Barney's, looking around.Now that she's in the dining table lot, you're in charge of keeping an eye on her.Ten, four, passed, went out.Or something else they said over the police intercom.Jackie continued to look around with concerned eyes, frowning in bewilderment, when her attention fell to Sheronda, who was coming out of the Turkish restaurant with a tray, and stopped.Sheronda's eyes were looking ahead over a large glass of Coca-Cola just as Jackie walked over to a table and sat down, putting her Macy's shopping bag down. "How are you?" Sheronda put down her Coke, sat up straight, and said she was fine.Jackie lit a cigarette. She said: "Last time we exchanged gifts, a woman came after I left, and you exchanged with her again." "Her name is Simone," Sheranda said, "very nice lady, she said she was Ordell's aunt. Yes, she took the bag you put here and gave me hers .” "Do you know why we change bags?" "He said it was like a game and surprised you. Last time I got nice underwear." "Those pot holders are nice," said Jackie. "I don't know what to buy." "I need those things - thank you." "Ordell said we're all carrying the same thing this time, right?" "Big towel," Jackie said. Sheranda nodded.She smiled at Jackie and lowered her eyes again, so naive she had no idea she was being used. "You might be surprised, though," Jackie said, putting out her cigarette. "I must go." "Is Simone coming this time?" "I don't know," Jackie said, "maybe. Take your time. Buy something else if you want something else. Don't worry." She lifted Sheronda's shopping bag from under the table and left. Max walked from the ground floor of the Macy's to the central pool and palm tree area of ​​the boulevard, and then walked towards the Sears store, where his car was parked outside.He walked through the entrance to "Bloo Mingdale" and came to Renee's gallery. She was still there, standing at the table with the restaurant boy, and David was showing her something in a magazine.The restaurant handyman froze when he looked up and saw Max.He said something to Renee, and she looked this way.Max changed the "Macy" shopping bag containing 500,000 yuan to his right hand, waved to them friendly, left the showroom window, and continued to walk forward.The restaurant boy held up a hand, fingerless, in a fist: the gesture of a rough boy.Renee also turned and walked away. This woman lacks imagination. A mannequin made up of a living person was placed in front of a women's clothing store: a young blonde lady in gray jeans, a matching denim shirt, and white boots with tassels.She made a posture as if she was about to run: or raised her hands, as if to block something oncoming, although she stared at a pair of blank eyes and couldn't see what it was at all, her head was slightly tilted. side.A little girl stood up to touch the man's fingers, pulled her hand back, and ran back to her mother. Jackie left from the cafe lot and stopped here, waiting for the mannequin to move.There is something familiar about this young lady.Jackie walks up to her with shopping bags and says, "How long have you been acting like this?" The lady didn't answer, her eyes were on Jackie's shoulders, her face was expressionless, and she didn't even blink.For a long time Jackie stared at her as if she were looking at herself: blond, blue-eyed, only much younger.The woman just stood there, posing as if to run or to resist.The big difference: Jackie's gaze is purposeful.She saw the difficult moment before her, and she had to justify it by feeling.Facing Nicolai, this is unavoidable.It's also possible to meet Ordell again.In the end a decision has to be made on Max. It wasn't a good decision because they were alike and she felt good with him and knew he was doing it for her and not for the money.She saw it in his eyes as she looked into his with her own.She could see that he knew she was making fun of him, so it seemed that they were fine.And yet he was himself, a decent man, even as a bailman—she couldn't help laughing at the thought, wondering if she sounded like his arty little wife.He was gentle and rough, but that kind of roughness was a plus, and it made her a little sore afterwards.She said to him, "I'm afraid I won't be able to walk." He said, "Go back to bed then." She had to decide pretty much the next day, and she'd never been good at picking men.When she said to him, "Let's see what happens," she meant it.She liked him very much, maybe fell in love with him, but she didn't want to leave him like this, and it was too late when she found out that she was wrong.But how did you discover anything else?She had to have the money in her hand to make an honest decision.Hopefully by this time Max has got the money. The mannequin changed position: turned away from Jackie, feet in suede boots spread apart, fists on hips, head cocked to one side, looking back blankly, as if to challenge.She said without opening her mouth, "Can you get out of here?" The poor woman is trying to make a living.There are many ways to live.Jackie said, "You can find another job that's better than this," and walked away. She didn't go far. 一个拿着手提无线电呼叫器的人沿着中央大厅朝她走来，在穿着假日服装的人群中，他的西装很显眼，但穿得很随便。贾姬又看见两个穿西装的人和一个穿裙子和外套的年轻小姐提着一个背包，他们走过来时，上衣敞开着，这时她看见尼科莱拿着一个报话器来了。贾姬等着他。 他走到跟前时，她说：“你如果认为必要的话，就设法找个警察来。”她已准备好应付艰难时刻了。