The Tiger Catcher. Paullina Simons

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      Instead, casual as all that, he ambled across the store to the sunny corner by the window until he stood behind her, Leonard Cohen’s love songs to Los Angeles clutched in his paws.

      He took a breath. “Josephine?”

      He figured if it wasn’t her, she wouldn’t turn around.

      She turned around. Though not exactly immediately. There was a delay in her turning around. She was makeup free, clear-skinned, brown eyed, neutrally polite. Everything on her smooth healthy face was open. Eyes far apart, unhindered by overhanging brow lines or furrows in the lids, forehead large, cheekbones wide, mouth pink.

      At first there was nothing. Then she blinked at him and smiled politely. Not an invitation to a wedding, just a tiny acknowledgment that she was looking at a man whom she didn’t find at first glance to be overly repellent, and to whom she would deign, grace, give one minute of her life. You got sixty seconds, cowboy, her small smile said. Go.

      But Julian couldn’t go. He had forgotten his words. Going up, it was called in the theatre. When everything you were supposed to say flew out of your head.

      She spoke first. “Where do I know you from?” she asked, squinting. There was no trace of a British accent in her voice. “You look so familiar. Wait. Didn’t you come to my play in New York? The Invention of Love?”

      “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “You remember?”

      She shrugged. “Yours was the only playbill I signed.” Her voice—not just her stage voice but also her normal sing-song speaking voice—was gentle and breathy, a girl’s voice but with a naked woman’s lilt to it. Quite an art to pull that off. Quite a spectacle. “What are you doing in L.A.?”

      “I live around the corner,” he said, ready to give her his street address and apartment number. “You?”

      “I’m just visiting. Auditioning.”

      “From London?”

      She chuckled. “Nah, that was fake. I’m Brooklyn born and raised—like Neil Diamond.”

      “Don’t you have a show to do?”

      She shook her head. “Nicole came back.”

      “Why was she out that night?” Gwen was still carrying on about it.

      “You’re upset about that, too? The theatre got so many complaints.”

      Julian stammered. “No, not me.”

      “Would you believe it—Nicole’s driver took a wrong turn into the Lincoln Tunnel.” Josephine chortled. “He had a brain freeze. He drove to Jersey! I mean, Jersey is always the wrong turn, but then they got stuck behind an accident coming back, and—well, you know the rest.”

      “Wow.”

      “Yeah. My contract ended a few days later,” she said. “They didn’t renew.”

      “I’m not surprised,” Julian said. “Nicole must’ve been afraid for her job. You were fantastic.”

      “Really?” She beamed.

      “Oh yeah,” he said. “You stole the show. They don’t forgive that in the theatre.”

      The girl thawed. She said some things, a thank you, and a you really think so? Julian barely heard her. His sight grew dim.

      That night was the only night she took the stage.

      In front of him.

      Blinking, he came out of it. “Plus,” he said, “you couldn’t make up a better stage name than Josephine Collins.”

      “How do you know I didn’t make it up?” She twinkled. “And what’s your name?”

      “Julian.”

      She shielded her eyes—as if from the sun, even though they were inside—and assessed him. “Hmm. You don’t look like a Julian.”

      “No? What does a Julian look like?” He resisted the impulse to check his attire, as if he forgot what he’d put on that morning. “I’m no Ralph Dibny,” he muttered, not meaning to say it. It just slipped out. In the comic book universe, Ralph Dibny was an ordinary man in ordinary clothes who drank a super-potion that changed him into an extraordinary contortionist.

      Josephine nodded. “Agreed, you’re no Dibny—unless you’re made of rubber. Julian what?”

      “Julian Cruz. Did you say rubber? You know who Ralph Dibny is?”

      “The Elongated Man? Doesn’t everybody?” she replied in her dulcet soprano.

      Julian didn’t know what to say.

      “Are you sure you’re not a Dibny?” Josephine stood clutching a book to her chest as if they were in high school. “Why else would you look like a geeky middle-school teacher?”

      “I don’t look like a middle-school teacher,” Julian said, and the girl laughed at his on the fly editing, as he hoped she would.

      “No?” she said, studying him.

      Why did Julian suddenly feel so self-conscious? She reviewed his well-groomed square-jawed face, she assessed his hair—kept carefully trimmed—the crisp khaki slacks, the sensible shoes, the button-down, blue-checked shirt, the tailored blazer, the impeccably clean nails digging into the cover of Leonard Cohen. He hoped she didn’t notice his large, tense hands with their gnarly knuckles or his broken nose, or his light hazelnut eyes that were forcing themselves into slits to hide his interest in her.

      “Okay, okay,” the girl said, her face lighting up in a smile. “I’m just saying, like Dibny, you look like you might have some hidden talents.” Teasing him suggestively, inviting him to tease back.

      What happened then wasn’t much.

      Except the skies opened up and the stars rained down.

      “You don’t need to be Dibny,” Josephine added. “You can live up to your own rock star name, Julian Cruz.”

      Julian Cruz the rock star forgot how to talk to a girl. Awkwardly he stood, saying nothing. Why did his earth-tone fastidiousness irk him so much today? He was normally so proud of it. He hid his face from her in a dazzle of tumbling stars.

      “Listen,” Josephine said, “I’d love to stand and gab with you all day about our favorite superheroes, but I’ve got an audition at one.”

      “Is that what the book is for?” He pointed to her hands. Monologues for Actors from Divine Comedy.

      “No, the book’s for my 4:30.” She zeroed in on him, blinking, thinking.

      Not knowing what to say, Julian took a step back and lifted his Leonard Cohen in a so long, Josephine.

      “Here’s the thing,” she said, taking a step toward him. “I was СКАЧАТЬ