Cruising Delancey looking for tail on weekday afternoons wasn’t something Larry was proud of but it was a habit hard to break and it usually turned up a dame needing a shoulder to cry on and a caffeine hit followed by the sack and maybe some dirt he could pass by Hackensack.
He saw her first when he looked up from The Globe in Gino’s. She was across the street reading the menu outside Cafe Solo. Something about the way her gams disappeared up her pencil skirt made him hustle to the door and whistle her over.
‘Hey doll, the coffee’s better on this side of the street, so’s the company.’
She didn’t look up so Larry dodged a Ford but didn’t see the sidecar until it was too late. The next thing he knew she was fanning a menu in his face and there were a lot of honking autos.
Sheldonross’s Noir Soap
New York – 1938 – revisited
