Joshua: A Brooklyn Tale Part 22

But Rachel would have none of it. Convinced of her responsibility for her father's illness, she was committed to doing anything to ease his life, no matter the sacrifice. In the scheme of things, marrying Binny Frankel, becoming a Rebbetzin, and having lots of children wasn't "all that bad." She could do it. She would do it.

Rabbi Weissman grew stronger in the hospital, and came home after five weeks. Hannah and he had frequently discussed Rachel, and they decided to leave things alone. They had mixed feelings about her decision, and wanted only for her to be happy. But they also believed that the true path to happiness was the Hasidic way. "Let us leave things in G.o.d's hands," the rabbi suggested. And that was what they did.

Binny was delighted. He, too, wondered about Rachel's sudden change of heart, but he chose not to question G.o.d's design. The engagement was finalized, and the wedding date was set for the middle of June. A wedding under the stars. The Hasidic way.

CHAPTER 28.

Rachel told Joshua of her decision. During her father's hospitalization, she had stopped by his house often. He was her confidant, and there was nothing she didn't tell him. Including things she knew would hurt.

Deep in his heart, Joshua knew it could be no other way. He had his dreams, and wondered if she had them too. He liked to a.s.sume that she did. It was what he needed to believe.

Almost five months had pa.s.sed since his injury, and he was hobbling around pretty well with the cane. Spring was approaching and with it, his depression was beginning to lift. He was getting out of the house more, and had even accompanied Rachel a few times on visits to her father. He liked it that the rabbi was always pleased to see him.

On the day that Rachel showed him her engagement ring, the reality hit. He became despondent. He had expected this sooner or later, but was still unprepared for it.

They were on a bench in the park. The weather was a little chilly and there weren't many people around.

"I'm sorry," she said, reaching over to touch him.

"Sorry about what?" Trying to appear happy.

"Sorry if this upsets you."

"Upsets me? Of course not! It's great news. It's what you want." It was a cheap shot, for he knew she wasn't doing what she truly wanted.

She was quiet for a few seconds. "I'll always love you, Joshua. You'll always be my best friend, even better than Esther..."

"Stop!" He put his hand over her mouth. "You don't have to say that. I know we'll always be friends. Come," he said, holding out his hand, "let's walk."

She took his hand, stood up, and then let go as they began walking. He hated that touching and letting go thing that she always did, but took it for what it was. He knew that she shouldn't be touching him at all, but also knew that she sometimes just couldn't help herself. He understood the last part only too well.

Spring arrived, and Joshua was feeling stronger. He had never given up on Celeste, nor his quest to bring her home. He was sure Big Bob had been moving her around, and had no idea where to begin. He would have to go back to square one, and knew it would once again take money. He was also a lot less confident about roaming the old neighborhood with his bad leg. It would be difficult if he had to move quickly. What the h.e.l.l.

One day he removed the five one hundred dollar bills from behind his mirror, and stared at the money. He thought about himself, when he had first hidden the money. Had he really changed that much? It was hard for him to think so, standing there with the bills in his hand.

He knew five hundred wouldn't be enough, so he pulled one of his old school books from the shelf in which he had hidden his savings from the job in the synagogue. In all, it came to seven hundred and forty three dollars. He wondered if even that was enough. But it would have to do. And with what he was cooking up, he figured it might just work.

He waited, out of sight, across the street from the store for about an hour. He watched Bones doing his thing, collecting his money, and walking in and out of the store every twenty minutes or so. As the evening progressed, things got busier. He needed to speak to Bones privately, and was prepared to wait all night for the opportunity.

Just after two in the morning, Bones emerged from the store and started walking in the opposite direction from the corner. Joshua figured the pimp was calling it a day. He quickly took the money from his shoe, searched a garbage can and found a paper bag with rotted fruit in it, dumped the fruit, placed the money in the bag, and hid it under the pail. He didn't think it wise to have the money on him when he met up with Bones, and figured he wasn't going to be gone long enough for anything to happen to it. Not his best idea, he knew, but neither was anything else he was doing.

He stayed in the shadows, crossed the street, and followed Bones as quickly as his foot allowed. It was a few blocks before he was sure he could approach. There was no one else in sight. His cane made it hard to sneak up on anyone, so he just hobbled along the sidewalk and called out, "Bones!"

Bones turned quickly, as if ready for an attack. When he saw it was Joshua, he loosened up some, and asked, "What you doin' here?"

"I need to talk."

"You know you could get killed, comin' outta nowhere like that. Truth be, you could get killed just hangin' 'round these parts this time of night." He noticed Joshua's cane and smiled his wicked smile.

"I know, I don't care."

"Right, you a brave one. Stupid too."

"Listen, I didn't come to get your opinion of me, I came to find the girl."

"What girl?"

"Look, if you're gonna bulls.h.i.t me, we don't do business."

"Business? What kinda business you wanna do?"

"I've got seven hundred dollars says you know where the girl is." He needed the rest for cab fare home.

"Seven hundred dollars." Pensive.

"And no one has to know."

"Let's just see this money," he said.

"You think I'm stupid enough to walk these streets with that kind of dough at night?"

Bones didn't answer.

"I got it stashed, not far from here. You tell me where the girl is, and I'll tell you where the money is."

Bones was thinking. Joshua knew he'd sell out, but wasn't sure that seven hundred was enough. "What happened to your leg?"

"It's a long story. Not important right now."

"You already paid a lot for this girl, now you wanna pay more? She ain't even gonna go with you!"

"That's my problem. Look, we have a deal or not?"

"Yeah, okay, deal." Bones took the bait, seeing it as a win-win: seven hundred dollars he wouldn't have to share with Big Bob, plus his confidence that the girl wasn't going anyway. "One thing," he added.

"Yeah, what?"

"Whether the girl goes with you or not ain't my problem. Whatever happens, you don't tell her how you found her. Don't want her goin' and blabbing to the boss, if you get my meaning."

"I got it."

Bones told Joshua where Celeste was, and Joshua told him where the money was.

"Boy, you dumber than I thought." Bones said. "How you go off leavin' seven hundred dollars under a garbage pail in an alley?"

"Look, it'll be there, just where I say it is." He tried to sound rea.s.suring. "I only put it there a few minutes ago."

"It better be."

The instant Joshua saw the place, he wished Bones had lied. It was a drug house, an abandoned, rundown, decrepit building that looked like it had been bombed out during a war. The front entrance had no door, and the windows were either boarded up or barren.

He entered the building, and was immediately hit with the foul stench of decayed food and garbage. There was no light, and all he heard was the squeaking sounds of rats. Then, he heard something else: heavy breathing.

He followed the breathing until he stood over a young black woman, barely clothed, squatting in a corner, staring out into nowhere. He looked at her face, and thanked G.o.d it wasn't Celeste. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and beside the girl he saw a syringe lying on the floor. It took her a while to notice his presence.

"Want somethin'?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, what'll it be?"

"Just some information."

"Information?"

"Yes."

"What kinda information?"

"About a girl."

"What's wrong with me that you interested in someone else?"

"Nothing's wrong with you, I'm just looking for a friend."

"Friend? I'll be your friend!"

He knew he wasn't getting anywhere, so he reached into his pocket and took out the last of his money, a five dollar bill and change. He gave her the five. She looked the bill over, and said, "A friend, you say. What's her name?"

"Celeste."

"Don't know no Celeste." She put the bill in her pocket.

He described Celeste, at least what she'd looked like last he'd seen her.

"Oh, you mean Cocoa!"

"Cocoa, I suppose so, if that's what Cocoa looks like."

"Sure sound like it."

"Okay, so where is this Cocoa."

"She's here."

He looked around and didn't see anyone else."

"Upstairs. One of the rooms upstairs."

"Which one?"

"One of them! What you think, I'm a hotel clerk or somethin'?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, turning away, looking for the stairs.

He walked up to the second floor, and heard more sounds: breathing, coughing, groaning. He began checking out the rooms, one by one. The first had two girls and one man, each sleeping in separate corners. He approached all of them, examined their faces, but none was Celeste. They were the living dead, so strung out n.o.body moved or even acknowledged his presence.

The next room had one girl. Again, it wasn't Celeste. The last room had two girls. The first was another stranger, the second wasn't. His heart stopped. It was her, or what was left of her. Disheveled and sickly, but definitely her. He shook her a few times. She didn't respond. He jolted her more severely until she came to.

She looked up at him. "Joshua?"

"It's me, Celeste, I've come to take you home."

"Joshua, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me."

"What are you doing here?"

"I've come to take you home."

"Take me home?" Her words came slowly, slurred.

He put his arms around her, and lifted her up to her feet. She could barely stand on her own. "My G.o.d," he said. "What's happened to you?"

"To me? What do you mean?" She sounded innocent, as if she really didn't understand.

"We'll talk about it later." He began leading her out of the room.

"Talk about what? Where are we going?" She stopped, resisted him, and suddenly came to life.

"Come, Celeste, I'm taking you home."

"I keep telling you, Joshua, I ain't got no home!" She spoke as if she'd had no sense of time, as if they'd just had this conversation yesterday.

"I'm taking you home with me, to my house."

"Your house. I can't go to your house. I have to stay here." She turned and started back towards her corner.

He grabbed her arm. "Celeste, you can't stay here! I'm taking you with me. You'll stay with Mama and me, and we'll get you some help."

"Help? I don't need no help!"