Description: 1 What am I doing here? thought Eddie Raven. I could be watching the ballgame, or losing less money at Belmont Park than this afternoon is gonna cost me. Then he looked at the lovely girl holding on to his arm as she inspected every window of every shop up and down Fifth Avenue, and he remembered. "Oh, isn''t that a gorgeous hat?" said Lisa, pointing to a window. "Do women still wear hats?" asked Eddie. "Of course we do!" "I''ve never seen you wear one," he noted. "I haven''t found the right one," she answered. "And you''ve been looking for how many years?" asked Eddie with a smile. She made a face at him and led him to the next store on the block. And the next after that. And after that. "You ready to eat?" asked Eddie. "It''s only midafternoon," replied Lisa, taking his arm and leading him across the street. "If you''re tired of looking at shops, you can look at ladies'' legs while I window-shop." "That day is gone forever, alas," replied Eddie. She frowned. "What are you talking about?" He looked up the sidewalk. "Women don''t wear skirts anymore," he said. "I see twenty-no, make that twenty-one-walking toward us. Nineteen are wearing slacks, and one of the other two has got to be a great-grandmother." Lisa chuckled. "Slacks are comfortable," she said. "And comforting." He looked puzzled. "Comforting?" "It''s comforting to know that dirty old men aren''t trying to look up your skirt when you''re sitting in the subway," she answered. Eddie shrugged. "Never occurred to me." "It wouldn''t," she said, then stopped suddenly and peered into a window. "Isn''t that the loveliest sweater?" "It''s ninety degrees," he said. "It''s not ninety year around." "If you want it, let''s go in and buy it," said Eddie. "If I don''t find something better," said Lisa, "I just may do that." "Right," said Eddie grimly. "There are only nine hundred more stores on Fifth Avenue. Then we can hit Sixth, and then Broadway, and then-" "Oh, stop complaining," she said. "It''s a beautiful day. Why not try to enjoy it?" "You''ve got a point," he admitted. They walked another block, and as they were crossing the street they looked off to their left at a movie theater marquee. "Another film aimed at teens who''ll never graduate from high school," he said. "When I was a little girl," said Lisa, "the local theater had a special show for kids every Saturday afternoon." She smiled wistfully. "I can''t tell you how many times I saw The Wizard of Oz. I knew every word, every note of every song." She smiled wistfully. "I could even do some of Ray Bolger''s dances." "With me it was Casablanca," replied Eddie. "A man with no country, no past-at least none he''s willing to talk about-and no woman, takes on the Nazis in his own way and wins a limited war that no one will ever know about. I must have seen it on television a hundred times before I bought a video player-and of course it was the first DVD I bought." He sighed deeply. "Hard to believe they made it seventy-five years ago." "Why don''t they make films like that anymore?" asked Lisa. "Beats me. The moviemakers have dumbed down just like the audiences have. They think that bigger is better." He paused, searching for the right word. "Hell, bigger is just more. Take that film," he said, nodding his head toward the theater. "One corpse was enough for Sam Spade, but if that''s a mystery or an action-adventure, it''s probably got five hundred of them." "Or five hundred aliens," she agreed. "Or five hundred nudes," he concluded. "I wonder how one of those teenage protagonists would have fared in Casablanca?" "Or even against the Wicked Witch of the West," she added with a sad smile. "Welcome to the mature world of today," he said. She made a face, he grimaced, and they began looking into shop windows again. Suddenly Lisa came to a stop. "What is it?" asked Raven. "Across the street," she said. "Look!" He turned and looked to his left. "Bunch of shops," he said without much enthusiasm. "I''ve never seen that one before," said Lisa. "It''s just another clothing store," said Raven in bored tones. "Clearly that''s exactly what Fifth Avenue was lacking." "No!" said Lisa, pointing. "Right there! It''s a fortune-teller!" Raven looked where she indicated. "Fifty bucks for a reading," he said, frowning. "You can get it for free just by reading the horoscope column in the paper." "Oh, come on, Eddie!" she said, grasping his hand and starting to pull on it. "I haven''t been to a fortune-teller since my dad took me to a carnival when I was eight years old." "And I''ll bet he said you''d grow up to be prettier than Marilyn Monroe and smarter than Albert Einstein." Well, he was half right, anyway, added Raven mentally. "Please!" said Lisa. Suddenly she smiled. "I''ll pay for it myself! If we have our fortunes read, I promise I''m through window-shopping for the day. We''ll have an early dinner and we can spend the evening any way you want." Another smile. "Within reason." Raven noticed that they''d drawn a crowd of five or six onlookers. "Okay," he said with a shrug. "Let''s go be eight-year-olds again." "Thanks," she said, giving him a quick kiss, then grabbing his hand and leading him through the honking traffic at midblock. "We could have gone to the corner and waited for a green light," commented Raven. "I seriously doubt that he''s closing up shop and moving in the extra minute it would have taken." "Where''s your sense of adventure?" she asked with a laugh. "I left it in my other suit." They made it to the other side of the street and approached the little storefront. "Now that''s interesting," remarked Raven, staring at the window. "What kind of business does he think he''s going to draw with a bunch of skulls on display right here where everyone can see them?" "They look phony to me," said Lisa. "You''ve seen a lot of human skulls, have you?" "In films and museums," she answered. "Take a closer look," said Raven. "These skulls have fractures, and the one in the back on the left looks for all the world like it has a bullet hole in it." She laughed. "That''s just to make them look real, Eddie." Raven grimaced. "Okay, let''s get this over with." He reached out and opened the door for her, then followed her in. She took a deep breath and wrinkled her nose. "What is that?" "Incense," said Raven. "So where''s the owner, or the fortune-teller?" asked Lisa. "Probably scouting a less expensive location," replied Raven. "Look at those gorgeous tapestries!" she said, pointing to a trio of tapestries with strange scenes and stranger letters woven into them. "What language is that-Chinese? Or maybe some Indian one? Asian Indian, I mean, not American Indian." Raven frowned and shook his head. "No, it''s not either." "What is it, then?" asked Lisa. He stared at the tapestries. "I have a feeling I knew once." Then he shrugged. "Must have been in college." "They''re so exotic!" she enthused. "They must cost a bundle," replied Raven. "Even I think they''re stunning." He looked around. "So are those little statues, though I hope I never run into anyone who looks like that." Suddenly a small man clad in a black robe with a black ponytail, arching eyebrows, and exotic tattoos all over his arms and neck emerged from behind a curtain. "Welcome," he said to Lisa with an accent that neither she nor Raven could place. "And how may I be of service to you?" "Your sign says that you read fortunes," replied Lisa. "So I do," said the man. "And since our hands will be touching each other, it is only fair that we know each other''s names. I am Mako." "And I am-" "Lisa," he said with a smile. "I know." "What now?" asked Lisa, wondering how he knew her name-but that just made him all the more exotic and mysterious. "Do we sit at a table, or-?" "Whatever makes you comfortable," replied Mako. "I can do it right here if you like." "How much is this going to cost?" asked Raven. "For someone as beautiful as Lisa, ten dollars." "You must read a lot of fortunes to pay for this place," said Raven. "Sometimes all it takes is the correct hand," answered Mako as another customer entered the store. Raven turned to look at the newcomer. He was a large bald man, much closer to seven feet than six, and it was clear that his burly physique came from muscles, not fat. He wore a light colored trench coat, and for all Raven knew he was naked beneath it, because except for sandals his legs were bare at least from the bottom of the coat to his knees, and his hands and wrists were the same. His eyes were the deepest black. Raven decided that he looked right at home in a shop that was selling the supernatural. "Have we met?" asked Raven. "Why should you think so?" asked the man. Raven shrugged. "I don''t know. I just have a feeling that I''ve seen you before." The customer half smiled and half grimaced, and Raven turned his attention back to

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