“Jerome can get me some parts?”
There was a pause at the other end. “He’s a big wheel right now. He says you work, you work. But you got to co-operate, kid.” There was an apologetic note in his voice. “I don’t make the rules. It’s his studio, he makes them.”
“I want to meet him. As soon as possible.”
“Okay. But, kid—Jerome is real big. Big enough to get away with a lot of things in this town. You hang him up”—she could visualize the shrug—“he might play real rough.”
“I won’t hang him up. You make the date.” She dropped the receiver on its hook, turned to find Marla standing in the doorway to her room, leaning against the jamb.
“Now you’re making sense, kid,” she approved. “Maybe it’s not the way they do things back where you came from, but out here it’s not what you can do but who you
