The Tiger Catcher. Paullina Simons

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СКАЧАТЬ and fake furs, old lamps, figurines, designer bags, red carpet dresses, tuxedoes, movie memorabilia of all kinds were on sale and display. From Casablanca (the bar glasses) to Back to the Future (Marty’s Hoverboard), incredible real artifacts from imaginary places abounded. Ashtrays from Chinatown, a replica (not actual-size) of the Starship Enterprise, an actual-size Han Solo frozen in carbonite, Halloween costumes, shoes and hats, and all the bling in between, including signed framed photographs of the stars, including Ashton’s treasured possession, a poster of a joyous Bob Marley from 1981, signed by the man himself a few months before he died. There were albums, playbills, scarves, a wall of arcade games from PacMan to Donkey Kong, a wall of original art by local artists, and next to it a table with brushes, paints, and blank canvases for sale. There was a display of vital herbs and vitamins, a nod to the health-obsessed Riley. There was a red door bathed in black light and a neon sign above it that read, “Haunted House this way.” Yes, there was even a Haunted House, which ran year-round, and all the zombies and ghouls inside it were for sale. Ashton replaced them with new ghouls and zombies as needed. The Treasure Box was a store that no one but the treasure-hunting, adventure-seeking Ashton could’ve devised or imagined. Everything he was and everything he loved was in that store.

      “This is the most amazing place I’ve ever seen!” Josephine said in a thrilled whisper. “Can we come back?”

      “Maybe. Follow me.” Julian popped into one of the narrow side rooms and was relieved when he quickly found what he was looking for: a long-haired 18th-century wig made with real gray hair.

      “Perfect,” she said. “This is fantastic, oh!—but expensive.”

      Julian put a finger to his lips and sighed, hoping he could sneak her out before Ashton got off the phone. Alas.

      Ashton barricaded the door to the small room, blocking the daylight with his tall frame. “Hey, Jules. Whatcha up to?”

      “Not much,” Julian said. “We’re in a hurry.”

      “Hurry? But you just got here. And who’s we?”

      “Oh, sorry. Ashton, Josephine; Josephine, Ashton.”

      “Nice to meet you, Ashton,” Josephine said, smiling over Julian’s shoulder.

      “Yeah, you, too.”

      “You have an incredible place here.”

      “Thanks.” He stared at her and then blinklessly at Julian, who rolled his eyes, mouthing stop it. The three of them stepped out into the main area, where there was sunlight and windows and space to put between one another.

      “Where do you get this stuff from?” Josephine asked, walking around, touching the dresses and the silk scarves.

      “Here, there,” Ashton said. “Hot sets mostly. Before they shut production on a show, Julian and I walk the soundstages, mark what we want, and after they wrap, we return with my truck.”

      “You take the furniture, too?”

      “Why, do you need some furniture? A couch? A bed?”

      “No, just curious.” She didn’t blink.

       Ashton, stop it.

      “We get the larger items for free,” Ashton said, “because that’s first to be hauled to the dumpster. Basically we sell other people’s trash.”

      Julian wanted to knock his friend on the head. “Josephine, we have to go.”

      “A teacher, a writer, and a small business owner?” Josephine said to Julian. “You sure wear a lot of hats, Jules.”

      “Oh, you have no idea,” Ashton said, mouthing Jules? to Julian.

      “I’m not a teacher,” Julian muttered. “Not really.”

      “And people pay you guys money even for the big stuff?” she asked.

      “Yes, in our business, trash is a collector’s item,” Ashton replied. “We have an entire room next to the Haunted House of sofas and tables from the sets of I Dream of Jeannie, Bewitched, Mork and Mindy, that sort of thing.”

      “How fantastic! Can I see? After the Haunted House, of course. That’s first.”

      “Another time,” Julian said, trying to shepherd her out. “Or you’ll be late.” It was like shepherding out water. Josephine was studying the props as if she couldn’t care less about the callback.

      “Excuse me,” Ashton said to her, “but have we met before?”

      “I don’t think so.”

      “I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere. I never forget a face …” He tapped the counter. “New York! A few weeks ago. The Invention of Love. Weren’t you the understudy?” He peered at her.

      “Yes! Oh wow! You were there, too?”

      “Yes,” Ashton replied. “I was there, too.” Even his small smile vanished.

      “Did you enjoy it?”

      “Yes. Not as much as Julian—obviously—but I enjoyed it. It was out of the ordinary.”

      “But not extraordinary?” Josephine grinned amiably as if she couldn’t care less whether Ashton liked the play or not.

      Mutely Ashton stared at Julian, who was signing out the wig and wouldn’t return his friend’s pointed gaze.

      “Ready to go, Josephine?” Julian said.

      She didn’t reply, her eye spying something hanging on the wall behind Julian. “What’s that?” she exclaimed. It was a lambskin dark red beret. She pried it off the hook, turned it over once or twice, and put it on her head, stepping into the center of the store and smiling at both men. “What do you think, guys?”

      One man suppressed a smile, the other had no hint of it on his somber face. Julian didn’t understand why Ashton was being so unfriendly. He elbowed Ashton, who did not elbow back.

      “This thing’s fresh to death,” Josephine said, gazing in the mirror with approval at her own reflection. “Is it expensive?”

      “No, it’s not expensive,” Ashton said. “It’s priceless. It’s vintage Gucci. From the forties. But it’s not for sale. It’s Julian’s. It’s his lucky hat.”

      “It is?” Josephine stared in the beveled mirror. “Jules, where did you get this marvelous thing?”

      “Yes, Jules,” Ashton said, “where’d you get it? Tell the girl.”

      “I don’t remember,” Julian said.

      “There you go,” Ashton said. “He doesn’t remember. So what do you say? Can she have the red beret you found somewhere and haven’t parted with in a decade?”

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