From "Bullets and Lipstick":
Gertie Dish was quite one herself. Wrapped, no swaddled in fur from head to toe, she was spitting mad at Crazy Dan
Cunningham for standing her up, especially in the oak-lined bar of the Algonquin
Hotel, no less. From her girlish anger, no one would ever guess she was the
most sentient of New York City’s private detectives, pretty much in a class of
her own. (The rest of the boys, not within her earshot, grudgingly admitted as
such.) She was also, “eezy on da
peepers”, as Nate, a chum of the aforementioned, Dan, was given to say. And in that particular category, Nate’s
personal allegiance notwithstanding, she was unquestionably, without peer.
It was said she put the “broad” in Broadway, and all the
other Broadway babes, agreed.
Now, professionally, she always got her man.
But, personally, the elusive Mr. Cunningham was a whole
‘nother kettle of fish.
“Where is that
louse?”, she fumed, poking one of the pointed toes of her red patent stiletto
heels into the fleshy but tender shin of the also aforementioned, Nate.
“Don’t blame me, Gertie...you know Danny wouldn’t stiff you
on deliberate”, Nate whined.
That was only partially true, but in this case, quite
painfully correct given the current situation.
For Danny was, himself, at that particular moment, wishing he were smack
in the midst of Gertie’s furor.
Alas, tied to a chair in the back room of Mulroney’s Saloon,
he could only dream of Gertie’s wrath.
Copyright M.E. Garafolo 2013