Fritz Leiber - The Girl with the Hungry Eyes
Fritz Leiber - The Girl with the Hungry Eyes
Fritz Leiber - The Girl with the Hungry Eyes
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<strong>Fritz</strong> <strong>Leiber</strong> - <strong>The</strong> <strong>Girl</strong> <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Hungry</strong> <strong>Eyes</strong><br />
He was smart about <strong>the</strong> way he planned it. He got me to drop some information which told him when<br />
she came to work, and <strong>the</strong>n one morning he came pounding up <strong>the</strong> stairs a few minutes before.<br />
“I’ve got to see her, Dave,” he told me.<br />
I argued <strong>with</strong> him, I kidded him. I explained he didn’t know just how serious she was about her crazy<br />
ideas. I pointed out he was cutting both our throats. I even amazed myself by bawling him out.<br />
He didn’t take any of it in his usual way. He just kept repeating, “But, Dave, I’ve got to see her.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> street door slammed.<br />
“That’s her,” I said, lowering my voice. “You’ve got to get out.”<br />
He wouldn’t, so I shoved him in <strong>the</strong> darkroom. “And keep quiet,” I whispered. “I’ll tell her I can’t work<br />
today.”<br />
I knew he’d try to look at her and probably come busting in, but <strong>the</strong>re wasn’t anything else I could do.<br />
<strong>The</strong> footsteps came to <strong>the</strong> fourth floor. But she never showed at <strong>the</strong> door. I got uneasy.<br />
“Get that bum out of <strong>the</strong>re!” she yelled suddenly from beyond <strong>the</strong> door. Not very loud, but in her<br />
commonest voice.<br />
“I’m going up to <strong>the</strong> next landing,” she said, “And if that fat-bellied bum doesn’t march straight down to<br />
<strong>the</strong> street, he’ll never get ano<strong>the</strong>r pix of me except spitting in his lousy beer.”<br />
Papa Munsch came out of <strong>the</strong> darkroom. He was white. He didn’t look at me as he went out. He never<br />
looked at her pictures in front of me again.<br />
That was Papa Munsch. Now it’s me I’m telling about. I talked about <strong>the</strong> subject <strong>with</strong> her, I hinted,<br />
eventually I made my pass.<br />
She lifted my hand off her as if it were a damp rag.<br />
“Nix, baby,” she said. “This is working time.”<br />
“But afterward…”I pressed.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> rules still hold.” And I got what I think was <strong>the</strong> fifth smile.<br />
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