Chapter Thirty-FourCLARA’S HOUSE,
September 1930
“Clara, phone.” It was Rex again.
I’d gone from not knowing who Rex was to wishing I’d never met him. I never saw Clara anymore, and when I did, it was usually a quick break between her outings with Rex.
He’d wheedled his way into our lives like none of the others ever had. At least The Scumbum had been entertaining at times; he’d taken us to the fights or to the races. Harry had mooched off Clara, but it was her fame he’d wanted a piece of. He had his own dough.
Rex was different. Sure, he was handsome, with light brown hair and nice blue eyes. But there was something about him that got every hackle on the back of my neck up. Of all Clara’s paramours, he was the one who really took pains to irritate me. The others had been selfish or i
