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Updated: June 2, 2025
I firmly believe, though, that if in the lurid heat lightning of so stormy a career as Getaway's the beauty of peace and the peace of beauty ever found moment, Marylin nestled in that brief breathing space somewhere deep down within the noisy cabaret of Getaway's being.
"I didn't lose it, Marylin. I heard it when it fell. Jobs is like vaccination, they take or they don't." "They never take with you, Getaway." "Don't you believe it. I'm on one now " "A job?" "Aw, not the way you mean. Me and a guy got a business proposition on. If it goes through, I'll buy you a marriage license engraved on solid gold." "What is it, then, the proposition?"
Somehow, with the ring off her finger and in a little pool of its light as it lay at his feet, where he stood dazed on the sidewalk, Marylin was up the stoop, through the door, up two flights, and through her own door, slamming it, locking it, and into her room, rubbing and half crying over her left third finger where the flash had been.
If I was that way I wouldn't be holding down the same old job at the factory. I know plenty of boys who turn over easy money. Too easy " "Then marry me, Marylin, and you'll wear diamonds. In a couple of days, when this goes through, this deal with the fellows oh, honest deal, if that's what you're opening your mouth to ask I can stand up beside you with money in my pockets.
And then there was the cat, too not a black one with gold eyes, just one of the city's myriad of mackerel ones, with chewed ear and a skillful crouch for the leap from ash to garbage can. "I'm going in now, Getaway." "Gowann! Get into your blue dress and I'll blow you to supper." "Not to-night." "Mad?" "No. I said only " "Sad?" "No tired I guess." "Please, Marylin." "No. Some other time." "When?
The walk from the shirt factory where Marylin worked, to the long, lean house in the long, lean street where she roomed, smelled of unfastidious bedclothes airing on window sills; of garbage cans that repulsed even high-legged cats; of petty tradesmen who, mysteriously enough, with aërial clotheslines flapping their perpetually washings, worked and sweated and even slept in the same sour garments.
Twenty bucks to the pastor, just like that! Then you can pick out another job and I'll hold it down for you. Bet your life I will Oh here, Marylin this way quick!" "Getaway, why did you turn down this street so all of a sudden? This isn't my way home." "It's only a block out of the way. Come on! Don't stand gassing."
By the reaching out of her right hand Marylin could have deflected that perfect aim. In fact, her arm sprang toward just that reflex act, then stayed itself with the jerk of one solid body avoiding collision with another. So much quicker than it takes in the telling there marched across Marylin's sickened eyes this frieze: Her father trailing dead from the underslinging of a freight car.
"Marry me, Marylin," he said, with all the hubbub of the ocean about them. She reached for some foam that hissed out before she could touch it. "That's you," he said. "Now you are there, and now you aren't." "I wish," she said "oh, Getaway, there's so much I wish!" "What do you wish?" She looked off toward the immensity of sea and sky. "I Oh, I don't know!
And then the shoot the chutes! That ecstatic leap of heart to lips and the feeling of folly down at the very pit of her. Marylin did like the shoot the chutes! "All right, Getaway to-morrow Coney!" He did not conceal his surge of pleasure, grasping her small hand in both his. "Good girlie!" "Good night, Getaway," she said, but with the inflection of something left unsaid.
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