Glamorama (Page 170)
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that my breath is steaming as I keep staring down at Jamie and Bobby sleeping on the bed.
On Bobby's shoulder is a tattoo, black and shapeless, I never noticed before.
A QE2 flashback, a montage with strobe lights.
The smell of the sea, an October afternoon, the Atlantic moving slowly below us, midnight, meeting Marina outside Club Lido, her voice raspy from crying, the fog machines, Marina backlit in front of a bathroom drawer, how shy she seemed at the railing, how purposefully she moved around my cabin, the hooded parka.
There was the hair hanging over Marina's face. And there was the hooded parka.
There was the tattoo, black and shapeless, on her right shoulder blade.
This tattoo did not exist the afternoon we first met.
You never saw Marina's face that night.
"You have to go to London," a voice whispered.
You understand that something incomplete is being revealed.
An unscheduled stop mid-crossing.
Someone climbs aboard a ship.
A girl you didn't save was doomed.
It's all very clear but you have to keep guessing.
It's what you don't know that matters most. This is what the director told you.
I dress, then stagger outside.
When I look back up at the house he's standing in a bedroom window. He's looking down at me. He's holding a finger to his lips. He's saying "Shhh."
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Because metro service doesn't begin until 5:30 I'm walking aimlessly through a dark early-morning fog, staggering for long stretches, until automatic timers turn the streetlights off and clubs are just closing and a figure, a specter, strolling by smiles venomously at me and in the fog the outlines of glass and concrete towers keep shifting shapes and without thinking about direction I find myself walking toward the Eiffel Tower, through the Parc du Champ de Mars and then across the Seine on the Pont d'Iena and then past the Palais de Chaillot. A pigeon bursts out of the fog, leaving a swirling trail behind. Without warning, leaning against a black Citroen, in the fog, is the Christian Bale look-alike.
"Victor?" he asks, rock-faced, subdued. He's wearing a black cardigan, ankle boots, a Prada overcoat.
Silently I walk up to him, the streets littered with confetti, the fog locking in on us.
"Someone wants to see you," he says simply.
I just nod and without any prodding get into the back of the Citroen, lying flat across the seat, then curling up once the car starts moving, and I'm making noises in the backseat, sometimes weeping. He tells me not to crack up. He remarks delicately about an opening in my destiny. But I'm paying minimal attention, listening to him as closely as I would listen to a brick, a tree, a pile of sand. Finally, absurdly, I ask, "Do you know who I am?" On the radio: something emblematic of where I'm at in this moment, something like "Don't Fear the Reaper" or "I'm a Believer."
A hotel on Avenue Kleber.
Following the Christian Bale guy down a hallway lined with photos of mostly dead celebrities, I'm so drowsy I can barely keep up with him and the lights above us keep flickering chicly and at the far end we arrive at a door covered with a thin sheet of frost.
Inside the room all the lights are dimmed, and sitting at a desk, Sky TV glowing soundlessly on a large-screen television behind him, legs primly crossed, smoking a cigarette, is F. Fred Palakon.
I appear seemingly nonplussed.
The Christian Bale guy closes the door behind us, then locks it.
Palakon gestures toward the edge of the bed. After I sit down, facing him, he recrosses his legs, regarding me unfavorably. It's freezing in the hotel room and I rub my hands together to keep them warm.
"I got... lost," is all I say, shamefully.
"Well, not really," Palakon says. "Not what you'd technically call 'lost,' but I suppose there's some truth in your statement."
I'm staring at the carpet, at the patterns revealing themselves in the carpet, and I keep rubbing my hands together to keep them warm.
"I see you've taken up with quite a crowd," Palakon says. "I shouldn't be surprised. A hip, happening, gorgeous young thing like yourself, all alone in Paris." He says this with such harsh articulation that I have to flinch and look away. "I see you have a tan."
"Palakon, I-"
"Mr. Ward, please don't say anything," Palakon warns. "Not yet."
"Palakon, you never called me in England," I say in a rush. "What was I supposed to do?"
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