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knees went a little weak and her pulse knocked against her rib age. Oh, Phillip….
    Don’t think about the past or Phillip. Just sing.
    Why bother? Nobody’s listening.
    â€œI’ll start off with a little number I wrote,” she purred to Mo and the man. “Back in Texas.”
    The customer stared at her intently as if he liked what he saw.
    â€œI wrote this seven years ago before I came to Vegas.” She fiddled with the mike some more, and then she began to sing, “Nobody but you/Only you/And yet I had to say goodbye…”
    She forgot she was in Harry’s. She was back on the ranch on Phillip’s front porch where the air was hot and dusty, where the long summer nights smelled of warm grass and mesquite, and the nights buzzed with the music of cicadas.
    â€œI thought love cost too much,” she purred in the smoky voice she’d counted on to make her famous, to make her somebody like her mother had promised. “But I didn’t know.”
    Then she realized she was in Harry’s, and her failures made her voice quiver with regret. “Everywhere I go/There’s nobody but you in my heart/Only you.”
    Somehow she felt so weak all she could do was whisper the last refrain. “And yet I had to say goodbye.”
    Phillip was the only good man, the only really good thing that had ever happened to her. And she’d walked out on him. Big mistake. Huge.
    She’d wanted to make it big to prove to Phillip shewas as good as he was…that she wasn’t just some cheap tart he’d picked up in a bar and brought home and bedded…that she was somebody…a real somebody he could be proud of.
    She frowned when she heard a car zoom up the back alley. Oh, dear. That sounded like Johnny’s Corvette sportscar. The last thing she needed was Johnny on her case. Sure enough, within seconds, the front door banged open and Johnny raced through it on his short legs. His thick, barrel chest was heaving. His eyes bulged out of their deep, pouchy sockets. The poor, little dear looked like a fat, out-of-shape rabbit the hounds were chasing, but his florid face lit up when he saw her.
    â€œBaby!”
    Oh, no. He definitely wanted something!
    â€œYou and I are through,” she mouthed.
    Johnny lit a cigarette. Then his short, fat legs went into motion again and carried him across the bar toward her.
    He was a heavy smoker, so running wasn’t easy. When he reached the stage, he gasped in fits and starts, which made his voice even more hoarse and raspy than usual.
    â€œTake a break, baby…” Pant. Wheeze. “I’ve got to talk to you.” Puff. Puff.
    Fanning his smoke out of her face, she turned off the mike and followed him to her end of the bar.
    Johnny ordered a drink and belted it down. He ordered a second one and said, “Put some booze in this one, you cheap son of a—”
    â€œJohnny, you can’t talk to Mo like—”
    Mo slammed the second drink down so hard it sloshed all over Johnny’s cigarette. Mo was big. A lot bigger than Johnny. He had a bad temper, too. His face haddarkened the way it did when he had an impossible customer and had to play bouncer. Stella was afraid he’d pound Johnny.
    â€œEasy, Mo,” she whispered, wondering why she was bothering to defend Johnny, who’d brought her so much bad luck.
    Mo whirled and went to tend to his other customer.
    Johnny lit another cigarette. “Thanks, babe.” Wheeze. Gulp. “I need money fast.”
    â€œI don’t get paid till Monday.” She clamped a hand over her mouth. “It’s none of your business when I get paid.”
    â€œI got you this great new gig. Your ship’s about to come in. You gotta help me, baby.”
    â€œThat’s what you said when you stole my royalties to buy those stolen tires and to pay your—”
    â€œHow was I— No-o-o. Baby!” Puff. Wheeze. “I borrowed a