Looking for Mr. Goodbar by Judith Rossner

Author:Judith Rossner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster

He was there anyway, though, and she sat stiff and tongue-tied on the sofa, able only to nod when Morris offered her a whiskey sour, his specialty.

Rose and Morris had no children, but the poodles jumped all over Terry as soon as Morris opened the door. And then she saw him. James Morrisey. Every Irish mother’s favorite son. Pink, smooth-faced, well behaved. Hairless. Neat as a pin.

He was shy and his shyness was excruciating to Theresa, who remained stiff with discomfort until well into her second drink.

He was a young lawyer in Morris’s office. From the coincidence of their names had sprung the office line. There go Morris and Morrisey, which Morris obviously relished. There were a lot of Jewish bits from Morris. Rose brought out chopped liver and Morris said this was Exercise I in teaching the goyim how to live. Theresa smiled and Morris said, “Aha, she’s not as innocent as she looks!” Morrisey looked as though he was choking but said it was delicious.

Rose took Theresa into the kitchen on some pretext of needing help and then whispered nice things about James to her. He was a wonderful boy. His father had died when he was in his teens but he’d managed to get a full scholarship to Fordham University and worked full time while he went to college, then law school. Two years through law school he’d found the burden more than he could stand and he’d given up school and sold law books for a couple of years. Then in the course of his selling he’d met Morris, who had talked with him, lunched with him, persuaded him to finish school and take the Bar exam. After which Morris had convinced his partners that they needed a little ethnic balance in the firm. James still lived with his mother in the Bronx. It was almost embarrassing to think about.

Theresa loosened up after a couple of whiskey sours; they all did. Still she barely looked at him. Her eyes would flicker past him when they were laughing at one of Morris’s jokes, and she would be aware that he, James, was watching her, and her eyes would bounce away.

James Morrisey obviously liked her, which was funny because he didn’t appeal to her at all. At eleven thirty she yawned and said she’d better be getting home and James immediately asked if he could take her. She shrugged and said okay. They thanked Rose and Morris, who beamed at them as though they were going for blood tests.

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