Red Wheelbarrow 2008 text FINAL REVISED.indd - De Anza College
Red Wheelbarrow 2008 text FINAL REVISED.indd - De Anza College
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situation. Plainclothes cops made regular visits to the premises,<br />
and on some days I arrived at work to find black-and-white cruisers<br />
making lazy circles around our block. Prostitution was a tough crime<br />
to prosecute, especially in a legitimate hotel. You can’t really slap<br />
handcuffs on people just because they checked into a room and did<br />
some nasty things—you have to be able to prove that money was<br />
exchanged, or that there was actual solicitation involved. Moreover,<br />
as the cops explained during a tense staff meeting, it was necessary to<br />
look at the bigger picture. They didn’t want to just round up some<br />
hard-luck girls—they wanted to catch the losers that were seeking<br />
their services, too. This would require strategy, patience, maybe some<br />
undercover work. We all nodded sagely as if we knew what the hell<br />
they were talking about. Business continued as usual.<br />
***<br />
“You and your facts,” I said to Trish one especially slow<br />
evening. “You are so Cliff Clavin.”<br />
“Cliff who?” She slowly pulled her hand out of a snack-size<br />
bag of Cheetos and blew the atomic orange silt off of her fingers.<br />
I watched the particles settle on the desk, fine dust from an<br />
undiscovered planet.<br />
“You know, Cliff Clavin—from ‘Cheers’? It went off the air a<br />
few years ago, but I’m pretty sure it’s still in syndication.” I reached<br />
for the iced tea that I was drinking with my dinner.<br />
“Hmmm. Sounds vaguely familiar. I don’t watch much<br />
prime-time TV, hon. I work the night shift just like you, remember?<br />
I do try to catch ‘Jeopardy!’ now and then, though.” She pointed to<br />
the ceiling. “Sometimes, when I’m up there, on my back, bored out<br />
of my gourd, I think of Jeopardy answers and try to come up with<br />
the right questions. ‘This popular form of 1920s entertainment sent<br />
stunt pilots for a loop. What is barnstorming?’” She grinned slyly.<br />
“‘This crazy-ass black girl moved to Whitey, Minnesota on<br />
the eve of the new millennium. Who is Leila Norton?’”<br />
She stood on her tiptoes and tried to crane her neck to see<br />
what lay behind me. “You got a TV back there?”<br />
“Nope. Just one lonely radio.”<br />
“That’s too bad. Maybe better for you, though, gives you<br />
more time to study.”<br />
“Oh, I’m done with school. I mean, I used to go,” I sputtered,<br />
“but I don’t anymore.”<br />
“That so? Whereabouts?”<br />
“Yale,” I said softly, speaking mostly to my tea.<br />
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