a young woman who from said she
was from Louisiana Hush
girl her mother said an sounded it wore a short Venetian blinds pale green dress which went well with her pale skin an green
eyes
she trailed her mother
she must have got her looks from
her father
she spoke to him over the unsightly
womans shoulder
had she not called her mother
Mother an her mother hadnt hushed her he wouldnt have put them togethernot in a
month of Sundays
he always found it curious when a
drop didnt share an inkling a blush a solitary element from where it fell
OhWell
he was fascinated by her dress
an absently realised his train of thoughtskipped went off the rails preoccupied
with imagining how he could raise itwhere was its pullcord
nothings that simple
what would it take
where had she secreted the ivory
cord knob tasselwhere would he want it to be duck
duck goose
he was more entertained than he
had a right to be
her lips were moving her eyes worked over his face
he had to get backMy Mama
doesnt like me to say we’re from Louisiana . .
. . You are I’m
not I’m from El Cajon Zappa yaknow he
knew yaknow Zappa?
I know Zappa
I was talking Mamashe always runs
over me when I’m talking to a man . .
. .
Hush, girl, you show me some respect . .
.
. When you show me respectwe’ve had this conversationhaven’t we?
This is not the time or the place,
honey girl she
got that right
That’s me, honey girl, whenever
she wants me to shut up I’m honey girl.
You’re embarrassing yourself,
little girl . .
.
.Honey girl. Little girl. Which is it, Mama? to him My Mama calls me everything,
but my name, I’m MaryLou L O U, can you believe it?Lou’s my father’s name, I’m
told, Papa didn’t take to Mama, Mama’s hard to take to, I have no choice, she
my cross to bear, my burden to bundle and hold, my angst, my angster, someone get me a gangster to put her away.she was whipped up an freestylin
a hanging silence
he was glad he came back when he didhe would have missed that otherwisean it would
have been something terrible to have missed Yadonsay MaryLou that was a mouthful I dont thinkI dont knowcant
remember if Ive ever heard oral Cliffsnotes before
I’m sorry, Mama, but you know I
hate it when you try to talk over me.
Oh hush, girl. I’m sorry too.
Sometimes my mouth gets a mind of its own.
It doesn’t. You just don’t want
to curb it. You think it’s easier to curb me. It’s not and it hasn’t been for a
long time.
she turned her attention back to
himsmiled CliffsNotes. Ain't you cute. an nearly caught him looking her
up an down again for that damn pullcord
he returned her smile
he returned her smile
I hope we haven’t put you off she glimpsed at his nametag Joe.
No of course not I got family too Can be rancorous Though one might suppose thats what families
are forbuild character Or become a character
I opted to become one rather than have
oneNo thats an untrue statement Im one in
the same Nice to be colourfulhuh tile to linoleum berber to cut pile mignon to
round
Can’t say that I’ve heard it put
that way before, Joe.
Nor can I say MaryLou Ive heard
what you said put that way before either
Look at you two carrying on as if
I wasn’t standing right here he thought he saw a hint of cord at the inside of her left shoulder above the
swell of her breast
Swell
Did you say something, Joe? asked MaryLou
he
was pretty sure she was catching onto him I said swell
Swell, that you two were carrying
on without me? her mother said.
No For another reason all togethersomething had
percolated through my mind
Mama. I understand that smart
people sometimes talk to themselves.
He wasn’t talking to himself. He said one
word. Swell.
I did an for the best reason imagineablefor me
Would you like to elaborate, Joe?
Mama.
No Thats for me
sure enough
the ivory knob
at the soft between her shoulder
and breast
he fingered it
she sighed
he smiled
she smiledher eyes going
glitteringemerald Dorothy roaming Oz
he clasped the knob between his
thumb and indexfinger an slowly pulled it downher Venetianpleatedblinds dress
slowly climbed up collapsing into itselfnylon tops at her thighs held up by
garterstraps a lingerie garter belt languishing artfully above her pantiesbelow
her bellybutton up her narrow waist riding up her rack of ribscatching for a m o
a n m e n t at the sinuous cups holding her breastsstopping at the rail of her exquisite collarbones
their mouths moved
damn if he could hear a word
saw the dress in early
December, 2017
0637, Twosday,
9 1. 18
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