“C’mon! We’re running late.”
“Where’s the foot
powder?”
“Whaddaya need foot
powder for—you just had a shower and you’re wearing clean socks.”
“Just in case.”
“Just in case
what? Did you wash between your toes?”
“Yes.”
“Did you dry
between your toes?”
“Of course. I dried between my toes. What do you take
me for?”
“And you still need
foot powder.”
“Your brother likes
it when his guests take off their shoes in his place.”
“I’ve never been to
his place.”
“Go away!”
“Honest.”
“How long’s he
lived there?”
“Five years.”
“And never
once. How come?’
“Fuck, I don’t
know.”
“He has a nice
little apartment.”
“He’s in a house.”
“It’s an apartment
in a house.”
“No such thing.”
“Yeah, whatever.
Hey Marlene?”
“What?”
“Is your brother
gay?”
“Why are you asking
me?”
“I’m too
embarrassed to ask him myself.”
“Why do you need to
know?”
“I’m curious.”
“Then ask him. Randall?”
“Huh?”
“Leave him alone,
eh?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t do anything
to upset my brother.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Or you’ll be
banished to the couch.”
“Don’t worry.”
“How do I look?”
“Like a penguin.”
“Fuck off!”
“What’re you
wearing a tux for?”
“Don’t I look
glamorous?”
“You look like a
lesbian dressed as a penguin.”
“So, what should I wear instead?”
“So, what should I wear instead?”
“Nothing.”
“Get real. You want me to go naked?”
“You’ll scare
everyone.”
“Be nice.”
“I am nice.”
“It’s simply a
question of if you’re any good.”
She sat on his
knee, with a cigarette in her mouth.
“Light me.”
He touched his lit
end to her cigarette.
“Find the foot
powder?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, let’s go.”
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