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âShoot,â I said, praying to God he wasnât going to hit on me.
He was already uncomfortable. âYou couldâve bought yourself out of this shit parole. I mean, expensive shrink, ankle bracelets at home uptown. Maybe find some classier job. Whyâre you playinâ the low-class routine?â His whole head turned beet red. âThat was a joke.â He coughed.
âYou donât get it, Joe. This is exactly where I had to end up.No oneâs about to give me a thing. And if I hung out with any of my old world, Iâd be a petâa sightseeing tour. Iâve been on this side longer than the other. I donât want to be anybodyâs piece of art anymore.â
âWell, someoneâs looking for you,â Joe teased. I froze.
âYeah, some business type called here. Weâre checking him out.â
âI canât imagine who it is,â I replied.
Joe sighed. He only half believed me.
âWell, next week then. Donât self-destruct, Carleen. Iâm not sure, but I think you got something worth saving inside. Donât break one rule. And go to those fucking meetings.â
âYes, your highness,â I answered.
âMaybe youâll draw me a picture sometime,â he joked.
âNo, never,â I answered truthfully. âIâll train your chow.â
I paused.
âListen, Joe,â I looked back. âWrite a letter to family court. Tell them youâre my parole officer and you think I got screwed.â
Joe shrugged. âAs if it could make any difference at this stage.â
A PARTY WITH POOKIE
Ralph and Evan decided they should cook a dinner in honor of my continuing success with Pookie, the poodle shark. They had complimented each otherâs âgourmet expertiseâ innumerable times, and insisted they conjure up food for me that would be âhealthy and delectable.â I didnât want to go. I desperately didnât want to go.
âWear a black shift,â Tina told me. âGay men love moody, mysterious women.â My stomach was tight as a fist when we went to Ann Taylor to purchase the costume. Itâs hard to clothe women my size. The laundry sisters at Clayton were always cursing me about it. But Tina and I found a black fake-silk garment that was supposed to be floor-length, but came to my calves. I had black flats to replace my sneakers.
Roger and Evanâs town house was weird at night. The antique lamps, tables, sofas, and portraits took on faces in the dim light and made me antsy. I was relieved to see Pookie, who walked calmly to me and satâas I had taught herâand then bounded, leapt, and licked me all over when I gave her a treat. Weâre working on calmer reactions.
Dinner was unbearable. The table was set with an old cloth like from Arsenic and Old Lace . The china had ugly purple intertwining flowers painted on it. There was actually a candelabra,and the thing that really scared me was that there were forks and spoons of different sizes laid out next to each other, which meant thereâd be a bunch of unrecognizable courses. I sweat with anxiety. Evan was in the large kitchen singing while he cooked and this creeped me out, too. I sat on one of the velvet sofas and Pookie lay at my feet. Ralph was dressed in a T-shirt and creased navy jeans. His sneakers were brand-new white.
âYou look ravishing, Carleen,â he said. âLike the Russian poetess Anna Akhmatova. May I offer you a drink?â
Yes, a bottle of bourbon.
âNo,â I replied. At that time I only communicated with humans using three or four words at a time. Unless I was working or explaining a technique, I preferred monosyllables. To frame coherent sentences outside of the halfway house that didnât have to do with dog training was excruciating.
âCome look, Evan. Sheâs stunning,â Ralph said. Evan peeked his head out of the sour-smelling kitchen.
âShe
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