“You can turn off the lights instead of closing your eyes so much.”
Henry opened his eyes long enough to judge the seriousness of Judy Yates’s
proposal, then shut them once more against the sight of a two hundred pound
middle-aged woman he had been given the honor of impregnating. He stumbled to
the light switch beside the door, drowned the bedchamber in darkness, and
proceeded to take off his clothes.
“You don’t say much, do you, Dick?” the wife of a Montana oil tycoon asked as
she took off her slip.
“Not when I’m working,” Henry replied as he approached the bed.
Judy lay on her back in her substantial glory, staring at the outlines of
herself in the mirror above. “You know, Dick, part of your job is to make the
lady feel comfortable. And ladies feel comfortable when they’ve talked.”
Henry set his bare butt on the comforter. “Fine. What do you want to talk
Judy rolled over onto her side and let her flaccid breasts droop enough to
force Henry to look away. “Tell me what it’s like to be you! Tell me what it’s
like to have a fourteen-ninety SAT. I’ve always wanted a child who’ll go to
Henry stared at a dark, blank wall. “Fourteen-ninety. You don’t really notice
it at first, when you’re a kid. But eventually you do: you see that you’re
different from everyone else, at least everyone else you can see. You look the
same, but you don’t see the same. You see things in this world that make you
mad, angry and crazy, things that other people don’t talk about. And then, when
you try to tell someone, anyone, you only know for certain that you’re all alone
with the things you see.”