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David didn't answer。
〃Sing Loo will be there；〃 Needlenose said。 〃You know； the pretty little one； the dancer who shaves her pussy。〃
David hesitated； feeling the quick surge of excitement leap through him。
It was one o'clock by the big clock in the window of Goldfarb's Delicatessen when he turned the corner of his street。 A police car was parked in front of the door。 There was a group of people surging around； peering curiously into the hallway。
A sudden fear ran through David。 Something had gone wrong。 The police had e to arrest him。 For a moment； he felt like running in the opposite direction。 But a pulsion drew him toward the house。 〃What happened？〃 he asked a man standing on the edge of the crowd。
〃I dunno；〃 the man answered。 He peered at him curiously。 〃I heard one of the cops say somebody was dying up there。〃
Suddenly； frantically； David pushed his way through the crowd into the house。 As he ran up the staircase toward the apartment on the third floor； he heard the scream。
His mother was standing in the doorway； struggling in the arms of two policemen。 〃Chaim； Chaim！〃
David felt his heart constrict。 〃Mama；〃 he called。 〃What happened？〃
His mother looked at him with unseeing eyes。 〃A doctor I call for； policemen I get；〃 she said； then turned her face down the hallway toward the toilets。 〃Chaim； Chaim！〃 She screamed again。
David turned and followed her gaze。 The door to one of the toilets stood open。 His father sat there on the seat； leaning crazily against the wall； his eyes and mouth open； moisture trickling down into his gray beard。
〃Chaim！〃 his mother screamed accusingly。 〃It was gas you told me you got。 You didn't tell me you were ing out here to die。〃
4
〃SO IT IS MY FAULT HIS FATHER DIES BEFORE HE CAN FINISH SCHOOL？〃 UNCLE BERNIE SAID ANGRILY。 〃Let him get a job and go nights if he wants to go so bad。〃
David sat on the edge of his chair and looked at his mother。 He didn't speak。 〃It's not charity I'm asking； Bernie；〃 she said。 〃David wants a job。 That's all I'm asking you for。〃
Norman turned and looked down at his nephew suspiciously。 〃Maybe a job you'd like in my pany as a vice…president； hah？〃
David got to his feet angrily。 〃I'm going out； Ma；〃 he said。 〃Everything they said about him is true。〃
〃Say about me？〃 his uncle shouted。 〃What do they say about me？〃
David looked at him。 〃Down at the shul when I went to say Yiskor for Papa； they told me about you。 They said you didn't e to the funeral because you were afraid somebody might ask you for a few pennies。〃
〃From California I should e in one day？〃 Norman shouted。 〃Wings I ain't got。〃
He started for the door。 〃Wait a minute； David；〃 his mother said quietly。 She turned to her brother。 〃When you needed five hundred dollars before the war for your business； who did you get it from？〃
She waited a moment before answering herself。 〃From your poor schnorrer of a brother…in…law； Chaim； the junkman。 He gave you the money and you gave him a piece of paper。 The piece of paper I still got but did we ever see the money？〃
〃Paper？〃 Bernie said。 〃What paper？〃
〃I still got it；〃 she said。 〃In the box Chaim put it in that night； the night he gave you the money。〃
〃Let me see。〃 Bernie's eyes followed her as she left the room。 He was beginning to remember now。 It was a certificate promising his brother…in…law five per cent of the Norman pany stock when he bought out the old Diamond Film pany。 He had forgotten all about it。 But a smart lawyer could make it worth a lot of money。
His sister came back into the room and handed him a sheet of paper。 It was faded and yellow but the date on it was still bright and clear。 September 7； 1912。 That was fourteen years ago。 How time had flown。
He looked at his sister。 〃It's against my policy to hire relatives；〃 he said。 〃It looks bad for the business。〃
〃So who's to know he's your nephew？〃 Esther said。 〃Besides； who will do more for you than your own flesh and blood？〃
He stared at her for a moment； then got to his feet。 〃All right。 I'll do it。 It's against my better judgment but maybe you're right。 Blood is thicker than water。 Over on Forty…third Street； near the river； we got a warehouse。 They'll put him to work。〃
〃Thank you； Uncle Bernie；〃 David said gratefully。
〃Mind you； not one word about being my nephew。 One word I hear and you're finished。〃
〃I won't say anything； Uncle Bernie。〃
Norman started for the door。 But before he went out； he turned； the paper in his hand。 He folded it and put it into his pocket。 〃This I'm taking with me；〃 he said to his sister。 〃When I get back to my office； they'll send you a check for the five hundred dollars with interest for the fourteen years。 At three per cent。〃
A worried look came over his sister's face。 〃Are you sure you can afford it； Bernie？〃 she asked quickly。 〃There is no hurry。 We'll manage if David is working。〃
〃Afford it； shmafford it；〃 Norman said magnanimously。 〃Let nobody say that Bernie Norman doesn't keep his word。〃
It was a dirty gray factory building down near the Hudson River； which had fallen into disuse and been converted into lofts。 There were two large freight elevators in the back and three small passenger elevators near the front entrance； scarcely large enough to handle the crowd of workers that surged in at eight o'clock each morning and out at six o'clock each night。
The building was shared by five tenants。 The ground floor housed an automobile…parts pany； the second； a mercial cosmetic manufacturer； the third； the pressing plant for a small record pany； the fourth； the factory of the Henri France pany； the world's largest manufacturer of popular…priced contraceptives and prophylactics。 The fifth and sixth floors belonged to Norman Pictures。
David arrived early。 He got off the elevator on the sixth floor and walked slowly down the wide aisle between rows of steel and wooden shelves。 At the end； near the back windows； were several desks； placed back to back。
〃Hello；〃 David called。 〃Anybody here？〃 His voice echoed eerily through the cavernous empty floor。 There was a clock over one of the desks。 It said seven thirty。
The freight…elevator door clanged open and a white…haired man stuck his head out and peered down the aisle at David。 〃I thought I heard somebody calling；〃 he said。
David walked up to him。 〃I'm supposed to see the foreman about a job。〃
〃Oh； are you the one？〃
David was confused。 〃What d'yuh mean？〃
〃The new boy；〃 the elevator operator replied。 〃Old man Norman's nephew。〃
David didn't answer。 He was too surprised。 The elevator operator got ready to swing shut the doors。 〃Nobody's here yet。 They don't get in till eight o'clock。〃
The steel doors closed and the elevator moved creakingly down out of sight。 David turned from the elevator thoughtfully。 Uncle Bernie had told him not to say anything。 He hadn't。 But they already knew。 He wondered if his uncle knew that they knew。 He started back toward the desks。
He stopped suddenly in front of a large poster。 The lettering was in bright red … Vilma Banky and Rod LaRocque。 The picture portrayed Miss Banky lying on a sofa； her dress well up above her knees。 Behind her stood Mr。 LaRoque； darkly handsome in the current Valentino fashion； staring down at her with a look of smoldering passion。
David studied the poster。 A final touch had been added by someone in the warehouse。 A milky…white condom hung by a thumbtack from the front of the male star's trousers。 Next to it； in neat black lettering； were the words： pliments of Henri France。
David grinned and began to walk up the aisle。 He looked into the steel bins。 Posters； lobby cards； displays were stacked there； each representing a different motion picture。 David looked them over。 It was amazing how much each looked like the next one。 Apparently； the only thing the artist did was to change the names of the players and the title of the picture。
He heard the passenger elevator stop； then the sound of footsteps echoed down the aisle。 He turned and waited。
A tall； thin man with sandy…red hair and a worried look on his face turned the corner near the packing tables。 He stopped and looked at David silently。
〃I'm David Woolf。 I'm supposed to see the foreman about a job here。〃
〃I'm the foreman；〃 the man said。 He turned away and walked over to one of the desks。 〃My name is Wagner。 Jack Wagner。〃
David held out his hand。 〃I'm pleased to meet you； Mr。 Wagner。〃
The man looked at the outstretched hand。 His handshake was soft and indecisive。 〃You're Norman's nephew；〃 he said accusingly。
Suddenly； David realized the man was nervous； more nervous even than he was himself。 He wondered why。 It didn't make sense that the man should be upset because of his relationship to Uncle Bernie。 But he wasn't going to talk about it； even though it seemed everyone knew。
〃Nobody is supposed to know that but me；〃 Wagner said。 〃Sit down here。〃 He pointed to a chair near the desk； then took out a sheet of paper and pushed it over to David。 〃Fill out this personnel application。 Where it asks for the name of any relatives working for the pany； leave that one blank。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
Wagner got up from behind the desk and walked away。 David began to fill out the for