fee table shaking my hands and fingers above my head to get rid of the numb feeling in my arms。
I was tired but I wasn't sleepy。 I was exhilarated by pleting the article in such a short time。 Every part had fallen neatly into place； and I knew that it was a good piece of writing。 I had never felt better in my entire life。
I sighed； put the cover on the Hermes； moved the typewriter to the bed； and sat at the desk again to read and correct the article。 I righted spelling errors； changed some diction； and penciled in a rough transitional sentence between two disparate paragraphs。 It wasn't good enough； and I made a note in the margin to rewrite it。 One long convoluted sentence with three semicolons and two colons made me laugh aloud。 My mind had really been racing on that one。 I reduced it； without any trouble； to four clear； separate sentences…
The phone rang； a loud； jangling ring designed to arouse traveling salesmen who had been drinking too much before going to bed。 I almost jumped out of my chair。
Berenice's voice was husky。 〃I'm hungry。〃
〃Who isn't？〃
〃I've been sleeping。〃
〃I've been working。〃
〃I've been awake for a half hour； but I'm too lazy to get out of bed。 Why don't you e over and get in with me？〃
〃Jesus； Berenice； I've been working all day and I'm tired as hell。〃
〃If you eat something； you'll feel better。〃
〃All right。 Give me an hour； and I'll be over。〃
〃Should I order dinner sent up？〃
〃No。 I prefer to eat something hot； and I've never had a hot meal served in a hotel room。 We'll go down to the dining room。〃
〃I'll do my nails。〃
〃In an hour。〃 I racked the phone。
I finished reading and proofing the typescript and put the manuscript in a manila envelope before tucking it safely away in my suitcase。 There were only minimal changes to be made in New York。 Only two pages would require rewriting。 I put the canvas； ashtray palette； and other art materials into the closet。 I could paint the picture after dinner。
The tub in the bathroom was huge； the old…fashioned kind with big claw feet clutching metal balls。 The hot water came boiling out； and I shaved while the tub filled。 The water was much too hot to get into； but I added a little cold water at a time until the temperature dropped to the level I could stand。 Sliding down into the steaming； man…sized tub until I was fully submerged； except for my face； I soaked up the heat。 The soreness gradually left my back and shoulders。 I finished with a cold shower； and by the time I was dressed； I felt as if I had had eight hours' sleep。 I called the bar； ordered two Gibsons to be sent to 510； Berenice's room； and studied the road maps I had picked up at the last Standard station。
After dinner； I figured I could paint the picture in an hour or at most an hour and a half。 Now that the article was finished there was no point in staying overnight at the hotel。 I wasn't sleepy； and with both of us driving we could make it to New York in about thirty hours。 The front wheels of the old car started to shimmy if I tried to push it beyond fiftyfive mph； but thirty hours from Valdosta was a fairly accurate estimate。 I had forty dollars in my wallet and some loose change。 My Standard credit card would get the car to New York； but I decided to save my cash。 Berenice had traveler's checks； and she could use some of them to pay the hotel tab。 Through the cracked door； I heard the bellman knock on 510 across the way。 I waited until Berenice signed the chit and the waiter had caught the down elevator before I crossed the hallway and knocked on her door。
Berenice was willowy in a blue slack suit with lemon； quarter…inch lines forming windowpane checks； and the four tightly grouped buttons of the double…breasted jacket were genuine lapis lazuli。 The bells of the slacks were fully sixteen inches in diameter； and only the toes of her white wedgies were exposed。 There was a silk penny…colored scarf around her neck。 She had done her nails in Chen Yu nail varnish； that peculiar decadent shade of red that resembles dried blood （the sexiest shade of red ever made； and so Germanic thirtiesish that Visconti made Ingrid Thulin wear it in The Damned）； and she had painted her lips to match。 During her six weeks in Palm Beach； Beremce had learned some peculiar things about fashion； but the schoolteacher from Duluth had not disappeared。
She giggled and pointed to the tray on the coffee table。 〃These are supposed to be Gibsons！〃
There were two miniatures of Gilbey's gin and another of Stock dry vermouth （two tenths of gin； an eighth of vermouth）； a glass pitcher with chunks； not cubes； of ice； and a tiny glass bowl containing several cocktail onions。
I shrugged。 〃I don't think they're allowed to serve mixed drinks in this Georgia county； although the waiter would've mixed them for you if you'd tipped him。 Actually〃 …I twisted the metal caps off the two gin miniatures… 〃it's better this way。 Most bartenders overuse vermouth in Gibsons； and I'd rather make my own anyway。〃
〃It just struck me funny； that's all；〃 Berenice said。
While I mixed the Gibsons； I tried to work out a simple plan and a way of presenting it to Berenice to keep her away from my room until we were ready to leave。
〃Did you go to a movie this afternoon？〃
She shook her head； and sipped her cocktail。 〃I wouldn't go to a movie alone back home； much less in a strange town。 I'm not the scary type； you know that； James； but there are some things a woman shouldn't do alone； and that's one of them。〃
〃At any rate； you got through the day。〃
〃I slept like the dead。 How's the article ing？〃
〃That's what I wanted to talk to you about。 I finished it。〃
〃Already？ That's wonderful； James！〃
〃It's a good rough draft；〃 I admitted； 〃but it'll need a few things filled in up in New York…〃
〃Am I in it？ Can I read it？〃
〃No。 It's an article about Debierue and his art； not about you and me。 When did you bee interested in art criticism？〃 I grinned。
〃When I met Mr。 Debierue； that's when。〃 She smiled。 〃He's the nicest； sweetest old gentleman I ever met。〃
〃I'd rather you'd wait tifi I have the final draft； if you don't mind。 I want to get back to New York as soon as possible to finish it。 So after dinner； I'll take a short nap until midnight； and then we can check out of here and get rolling。 If we trade off on the driving； we can reach the city in about thirty hours。〃
〃You won't get much sleep if we leave at midnight 。 。 。〃
〃I don't need much； and you've already had enough。 You wouldn't be able to sleep much tonight anyway； not after being in the sack all day。〃
〃I'm not arguing； James； I was just worried about you…〃
〃In that case； let's go downstairs to dinner； so I can e back up and get some sleep before midnight。〃
During dinner； Berenice asked me if she could see Debierue's picture； but I put her off by telling her it was all wrapped up securely in the trunk of the car； and that it wouldn't be a good idea for anyone to see us looking at a painting in the basement garage。 I reminded her conspiratorially that it was a 〃hot〃 picture； and we didn't want anyone suspecting us and making inquiries。 Because I halfwhispered this explanation； she nodded solemnly and accepted it。
The food was excellent…medium…rare sirloins； corn on the cob； okra and tomatoes； creamed scalloped potatoes； a cucumber and onion salad； with a chocolate pudding dessert topped with real whipped cream； not sprayed from a can…and I ate every bit of it； including four hot biscuits with butter （my two； and Berenice's two）。 I felt somewhat logy following the heavy meal； but after drinking two cups of black coffee； although I was unfortably stuffed； I still wasn't sleepy。
I signed the check and penciled in my room number。 〃After all that food； I'm sleepy；〃 I said。
Berenice took my arm as we left the dining room to cross the lobby to the elevators。 〃Wouldn't you like a little nightcap；〃 she squeezed my arm； 〃to make you sleep better…in my room？〃
〃No；〃 I replied； 〃and when I say No to an offer like that you know I'm sleepy enough already。〃
I took her room key； opened the door； and kissed her good night。 〃I'll leave a call for eleven thirty； and then I'll knock on your door。 Try and get some more sleep。〃
〃If I can；〃 she replied； 〃and if not； I'll watch television。 Let me have another one of those good…night kisses。 。 。〃
My room was musty and close again； although I had not turned off the overhead fan。 I didn't want to go through the too…hot…too…cold routine with the reverse…cycle airconditioner…which had far too many BTUs for the size of the small room…so I cracked the door again and clamped it open with the brass hook…and…eye attachment。 I stripped down to my shorts and T…shirt； took the art materials out of the closet； and got busy with the picture。
I mixed Prussian blue； adding zinc white a dollop at a time； until I had a color the shade of an Air Force uniform。 I thinned it slightly with turpentine and brushed a patch on the bottom of the canvas。 It was still too dark； and I added white until the blue became much bolder。 I then mixed enough of the diluted blue to paint a slightly ragged border；