Never Love a Stranger by Harold Robbins

Author:Harold Robbins [Robbins, Harold]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Wednesday afternoon, Harry answered a phone call. “It’s for you,” he said, holding the receiver towards me.

I took it. “Hello.”

I recognized Gerro’s voice. “Hello, Frank. This is Gerro.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“O.K. now,” he said. “I just wanted to call and find out if you can have supper with me tonight.”

“I’d like to, thanks,” I said. “Where’ll we eat?”

“Down here at Marianne’s,” he said.

I didn’t expect that. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to go down there; I didn’t want to see her. That is, I wanted to see her, but I knew I had better not. I had thought too much about her the last few days—more than I thought I would. It was funny the way she had crept into my mind. “What time?” I asked.

“About seven-thirty.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “I just remembered. The truck comes tonight, and I have to wait around for it. I won’t be able to come. I’m sorry.”

“Oh!” He sounded disappointed. “Marianne wanted you to come down. We’ll both be disappointed that you can’t make it.”

It was funny the way my heart jumped when he mentioned her name. “Tell her I’m sorry I can’t make it, but you understand.”

“Yes,” he said, “I understand. Maybe some other time.”

“Yeah, some other time.” We said good-bye, and I hung up.

I felt good after that call. I knew she had thought about me too or else I wouldn’t have gotten that invitation.

Gerro called me again next week, and I had dinner with him at a restaurant on Fourteenth Street. We had a nice talk. I was beginning to like the guy a hell of a lot. He was the first guy I had met who I seemed to cotton to in a long time. He was smart and friendly.

“What are you going to do now?” I asked him while we were having our dessert.

“I’m being transferred to a club uptown,” he answered, “up in Harlem.”

“I don’t know why in hell you bother with that bunch! Most of the people don’t know or care what you are really trying to do. All they’re looking for is a place to have a good time.” I thought I was telling him something he didn’t know.

“I know that,” he said readily. I looked surprised. He continued: “I know that most of them don’t understand what we are trying to do. But that isn’t any reason why we shouldn’t try to help them. Sooner or later everyone will realize that what we’re trying to do is the right thing. It may take a little time but they will learn.”

“So you’re going uptown,” I said ruminatively. I was thinking of the Harrises. There was a hell of a lot he could do up there. He was the right kind of a guy too.

“Yes,” he said. “The organization feels I’d be able to do a better job up there among my own kind.”

“You did a hell of a good job down here!” I said.

“I thought so too,” he said, shaking his head, “but now I don’t know.

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