“You’re just three years older than me, big shot. Remember that. Your wife will probably be younger than I am. The girl you’re going to marry is probably Fern’s age now.”
“Gee, I wonder if she has a toy rabbit.”
If Natalie had had a bottle of soda in her hand she’d have shaken it and squirted it in Steve’s face. But she didn’t, so she couldn’t.
Ruby
In Sunnyside, Queens, Ruby Granik was giving herself a facial, massaging gray clay into her delicate skin. Her hair was wrapped in a towel. She was careful not to let the clay drop onto her chenille robe, as warm and comfy as a childhood blanky. Her suitcase sat open on her bed, a pale-pink cardigan sweater with pearl buttons thrown on top.
Her family was going to celebrate Christmas tonight, ten days early, because she was leaving tomorrow morning, on her way to Miami to dance at the Vagabond Club on Biscayne Boulevard. She’d just appeared at Café Society in New York, though she was still waiting for her check on that one. All in all, not bad for a local girl.
Her gifts for her mother and father were wrapped. She just needed to tie them with ribbon. For her mother, the same pink cardigan with pearl buttons as the one in her suitcase but in a larger size. Her mother loved wearing the same things as Ruby, something about being a twin, Ruby thought. When she was little her mother made them mother-daughter dresses. But the day she’d turned ten Ruby had balked. “I’m not your twin!”
“I know that, Ruby. You’re my daughter.”
“I don’t want to wear the same clothes as you.”
“Well, if that’s the way you feel, you don’t have to.”
“You and Aunt Emmy can wear the same clothes. You’re twins.”
“Yes, we are. But we’re grown-up twins now and we only wear the same clothes if we’re going to a family party.”
Even that struck Ruby as strange, but as long as she didn’t have to wear matching dresses anymore, she was satisfied. Funny, because now that she’d grown up herself, she didn’t mind, from time to time, buying two of something, since her mother’s life was difficult and it gave her so much pleasure. For her father, she’d found a large magnifying glass in a leather case. Her father was confined to a wheelchair since his foot was amputated in August, a complication of diabetes. Now, with his failing eyesight, another complication, her mother had had to quit her job to stay at home and take care of him. These days Ruby was their sole support. Not that she brought in much, even when she had a steady job, but she was sure that was about to change.
She felt a twinge of guilt for leaving her parents over the holidays but she had a career to think about. Her aunt was coming from New Jersey, from Elizabeth, where she and her mother had grown up singing in the church choir. The singing Konecki twins. Emmy and Wendy. At least she wouldn’t be leaving her parents completely alone. Her mother and father could argue about anything and everything and having Aunt Emmy in the house would help. Her father liked Emmy. He called her the reasonable twin, which sometimes infuriated her mother and other times made her laugh.
From downstairs she heard her mother call, “Ruby…do you need me to iron your white blouse?”
“Thanks, Mom, but I’ll do it later. I have a few other things to press.”
“I don’t mind. Bring them down.”
Ruby gathered a pair of shorts, two skirts, and an off-the-shoulder blouse. She ran down the stairs with them just as the doorbell rang. She pulled the door open, expecting to see Aunt Emmy. Instead it was Dana, Ruby’s best friend, another long-legged dancer.
Dana burst out laughing. “You look cute,” she said, reminding Ruby her face was still covered in gray clay.
“Dana, you’re frozen,” Ruby’s mother said, greeting her daughter’s friend. “A cup of coffee or tea?”
“Thanks,” Dana said, “but I’m okay.”
Dana followed Ruby up the stairs. They’d met and roomed together on the national tour of Kiss Me, Kate. Ruby wasn’t sure she’d ever have that much fun again.
“Looks like you’re all packed,” Dana said.
“Almost. I was just finishing wrapping presents for my mom and dad.”
“Give me the ribbon. I’ll do it. You get that goo off your face. I can’t take you out for a holiday drink like that.”
“We’re going out for drinks?”
“We are.”
Ruby passed the red and green ribbon to Dana. “Give me ten minutes. So long as I’m back for supper with the family. You should stay. My mother’s making pierogi.”
“I love your mother’s pierogi.”
“She’ll be happy to have another guest. Aunt Emmy’s driving in from Elizabeth.”
“With handsome Uncle Victor?”
“Afraid the handsome fireman has to stay at home. He’s on duty. Anyway, he’s old enough to be your father.”
“I like older men.”
“My uncle is off-limits.”
“As if I don’t know.”