I worked three more nights at the club over the course of the week. That is to say, I hosted, had one number each night, and made less tips than everyone else. Still, it was exhilarating. Maybe it would’ve been more exhilarating had I had two numbers, but I wasn’t complaining. Any more than usual. Which is a lot. Also, the cam was on the entire time. Arthur heard all my interactions. I steered most of my conversations toward the subject of Lucy. Lucy, according to everyone—literally, everyone!—was uber-hot and exceedingly off-limits. I stopped calling Arthur with my reports; he could see them for himself. I also gave up trying to dissuade him from his beliefs. In fact, while I was doing all this work for him, I was really casing the place, looking for my in. That is to say, my in into that
