THROUGH ALL OF everything, Elizabeth had maintained her devotion to the intermediate lindy. She practiced a lot and got me to practice a lot. She even came up with a pun: “When it comes to the lindy, I’m completely unflappable.” Not bad, I thought. Half an hour before the last scheduled lesson, as she was fitting herself into the black dress again, she said, “The advanced lindy lessons start up in just two weeks. We definitely qualify now, Sam. I’m getting the final installment of my stipend, and I’m going to pop for the lessons myself, so, not to worry. What with your bonus for the radio writing, we’re in good shape money-wise, sort of. There’s one catch, though. I’d like to purchase a new dress for the advanced lessons. That way I’ll feel I’ve, you know, advanced.”
“I understand completely,” I said.
“Of course you do. And, I already bought the dress.”
Before the lesson began, Arnie Moran stood on the bandstand and announced the dates for the advanced lindy lessons. Then, in singsong, “Tell your friends, tell your cat and dog, tell the birds in the trees, it’ll be a big time! Yowza! Yowza! Yowza!”
Predictable in his routine, he punched up the Boswell Sisters on the jukebox. The lesson went well. Elizabeth was especially pleased. She said, “Sam, you’ve really caught on.” From Lizzy, a direct and simple compliment was all I needed, and not even all that often.
Most of the couples went home right after, but Elizabeth and I stayed to drink the spiked punch that Arnie Moran had provided to celebrate the end of the lessons. Moran walked over and said, “Rocky start, what with Mr. Padgett and all, but we managed, didn’t we?”
“Yes, we did,” Elizabeth said. “I’m signing us up for the advanced class.”
“I wear a different suit for those,” Moran said, and Elizabeth and I fell apart laughing. “Glad I’m so entertaining.”
“No, no, you’re a sharp dresser, Arnie Moran,” Elizabeth said.
He bowed decorously, then left to talk to the other remaining students.
“Let’s go upstairs, Sam. I had a nice time tonight.”
“You’re the best lindy dancer in the history of lindy dancers.”
“You came to this determination how?”
“By believing it,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said. “You’re, I’d estimate, the ninety-four-thousand-two-hundred-and-sixth-best lindy dancer in the history of lindy dancers.”
“I am just so flattered by that. I don’t know what to say.”
When we got to the apartment, Elizabeth, in the kitchen, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. “It might be a scam, the advanced lessons,” she said. “I mean, where’s there to advance to once you have the basic steps down? Maybe we shouldn’t put out money for it.”
“It’s a night on the town, Lizzy. Even if we don’t leave the hotel, a night on the town. And you have such a great time. That’s really nice to see. You’re at your desk all day.”
“Come to bed.”
“What do you think comes after advanced?” I asked.
“Advanced advanced, I think. Maybe Arnie Moran’s lessons will go on longer than the dance craze itself lasted. After all, it’s his moonlighting, right?”
“I wonder if he’s got a day job.”
“Oh, I already found that out. I asked Derek Budnick, and Derek told me Arnie Moran works at the post office. He sorts letters. By the way, I’m in bed, darling.”
“I’m just getting a drink of water.”
“Know what? I watched an old movie the other night after you fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep. Usually with us it’s vice versa. I forgot the title. It starred Myrna Loy. You know she’s my favorite. Anyway, Myrna got all hot and heavy with somebody—they didn’t actually show anything in those old movies, except maybe the bedroom door closing, then the bedroom door opening first thing in the morning. Still, I could tell Myrna’s temperature had gone up. And the next day, when her best girlfriend asked her how the evening with Mr. Right had gone, Myrna said, ‘Oh, we went from 33⅓ up to 78, then back to 33⅓ for a long, long time.’ And the girlfriend says, ‘What about 45?’ And Myrna got that smile and said, ‘Oh, too, too in between.’”
“There’s no movie writing like that anymore,” I said. I sat on the end of the bed. “Do you wish you had a girlfriend like Myrna Loy to talk things over with?”
“Are you worried about me, Sam?”
“No, of course I’m not worried about you, Lizzy.”
“Do you think I need a best girlfriend? Are you worried I’m lonely for friends or something?”
“Not at all.”
“Probably you are, which is sweet. I’ve got Marie Ligget. But if I can’t have Myrna Loy, I’ll go it mainly alone.”