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You'll tell Whitey, huh?
She gave me an ugly smile, a smile that jolted me. Then she knocked back a long swallow. Mooshum took a sip and handed the bottle back to me. Sonja narrowed her eyes until the blueness turned black. So it's you and Whitey. Okay then. I'm onna dress in the bathroom. You boys stay right here. And if you ever say a word about anything to anybody, Joe, I will cut off your funny dick.
My jaw dropped, and she laughed mean. Can't have it both ways, you lying little phony. I'm not mumming you anymore.
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I have never, ever, forgotten her in the dim glory of Evey's bedroom. She was tall in those heeled sandals. With her hair in that cone she nearly touched the ceiling. Her legs went up forever and she wore a bikini bottom that looked like it was forged of iron, padlocked shut. Her stomach was pure and lithe, toned I don't know how. I'd never seen her exercise. And my loves, her breast, also cased in bits of plastic armor, pushed at the seams of the breastplate, which had been made with fake erect nipples.
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Think your threats scare me?
No.
Yeah, no. You're crying, aren't you? Cry all you want, Joe. Lots of men cry after they do something nasty to a woman. I don't have a daughter anymore. I thought of you like my son. But you just turned into another piece a sh** guy. Another gimme-gimme a**hole, Joe. That's all you are.
Sonja left. I sat with Mooshum. Time collapsed. My head rang like I'd been clocked.