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years of memories and finding nothing—Well
how about Leslie?—O!!! that filthy thing—she goes through Central
Park about 5 in the morning looking for used condums and sucks them.
Holy Krist. Well I have a john who makes me throw golfballs— we had
a kid upstate who stuck a life magazine up his ass and couldnt get it
out. The—O I love the ones who almost cry when they are finished
and start telling you about how much they love their wife and
kiddies. And when they take out the pic—O I hate those freaks—Hey,
how about that guy the Spook met in the Village that night who gaveim
10 bucks for his left shoe. The Spook toldim he could havem both for
10 bucks and his socks too—Goldie kept looking at Malfie and the
way his hair waved back into a thick d a; and Georgette leaned closer
to Vinnie and everyone seemed so close, as if they belonged to and
with each other and everything was wonderful—Did Francene ever tell
you about that Arab she met one night? Well honey, he just fucked her
until she thought she would turn insideout. O, that must have been
divine.—Camille looked nervously at Sal—It is so refreshing to
meet a man who will give you a good fucking. Yes honey, but she
almost had to have a hysterectomy. O was she—We had this here guy—
    The door banged open and a young woman with a bruised
face and an enormous belly stumbled in and called to Tony. Tony
looked at the others apologetically then crossed the room to her
sister, led her into the kitchen and helped her lie down, took the
pot off the stove and turned up the flame. Rosie looked at them, at
the pot, but when Goldie said nothing she lowered her head to her
knees. Tony knelt beside her sister, embarrassed because she knew
Goldie and the others didnt like Mary, and asked her what was wrong.
She raised her head slightly then let it fall back and it seemed to
bounce on the floor (Goldie and Lee turned their heads, disgusted.
Camille stared and shook), then rolled it from side to side, moaning,
jerking up with a scream, clutching her moundish abdomen, banging her
head and arms on the floor, jerking her legs up then jutting and
spreading them out, grabbing Tony by the shoulders as another pain
ripped her and Tony clawed at her hands. Let go! Let go! O youre
hurting me, and the hands finally fell and she lay still and Tony
looked into the other room, hoping they wouldnt hold her responsible
for all this; and the queens turned their heads and the guys looked
blankly, taking another drag or another drink, a little curious, and
Tony asked if she should call the police so they could take her to a
hospital. You aint callin no cops. Not with us here—What am I going
to do? Why dont you just throw her out, the dirty slut. Shes going to
have a baby—O is she? I thought perhaps it was gas. They roared
with laughter (Rosie opened her eyes, her head on her knees, then
closed them) and Tony almost cried. (O why did she pick now of all
times? They would have asked me upstairs and we could have been
friends) Why dont you get the slob shes living with? After all, he is
the father, not us. I assure you. They roared again—how do you know
he is. It could be almost anybody. (Camille still felt a little
nauseous but she was determined to ignore it and be one of the girls.
) Hey, did she swolla a watermelon seed. Even Harrys belching brought
forth laughter, but everyone was becoming tense, especially the
queens. This could ruin a perfectly delightful evening. If this were
prolonged much longer it would bring everybody down and all the
plans—Mary bolted up! Screaming! Not just one short scream, but one
after another after another. Her face darkened and threatened to
burst. The welts on her face oozed and she sat as if propped from
behind, screaming, screeching, wailing, screaming . . . Tony leaned
back and banged into the wall (Rosie still sat with her head on her
knees) and Camille covered her face with her hands. The screams
scraped through their ears and her eyes