baked potatoes, but you’ll. Yeah. You’d need a baked potato with that to like it.
Looee grabbed a beer and Mr. Wiley said how old are you and reached for one himself.
Looee pulled on Mr. Wiley’s belt and persuaded him to sit on the floor.
That creature is neither wild nor owned, he said to his wife the next day.
That beer is for sipping now, sip it. Sip it.
He had driven past Walt and Judy often and seen their little pet, but now that he was sitting across from him he was thinking that right there is not a pet. He was feeling just the right mixture of fear, curiosity and confusion required to make meeting a stranger memorable. I want to get to know that little fella more than I ever wanted to know a cat or even my brother-in-law James.
He watched Looee get restless, and when he settled again Mr. Wiley touched himself on the chest and said Joseph.
Joseph.
Looee stared.
Looee and the Wileys became good friends. Their fridge was a memory that stayed with him.
When Walt and Judy were awakened in the middle of the night and found Mr. Wiley on the porch with Looee they were angry and embarrassed. Looee was very affectionate with Judy.
They found the spare key in his diaper.
He can come over any time said Mr. Wiley. Just maybe not alone and not in the middle of the night.
Only Looee and Mr. Wiley knew what it was like to walk through those woods hand in hand.
He’s a nice … it’s an … he’s an unusual situation, was all Mr. Wiley could offer.
Judy felt the urge to close the door on the outside world.
Walt was just plain mad.
Goddamnit Looee, you can’t walk out like that.
To Judy, in bed, he said we’ve got to make him understand.
They both felt surprisingly betrayed—that he would want to run away, that he would be curious about another home, that he always hid things from them.
He’s always wanting what other people have said Walt.
He’s only little said Judy.
He’s gotta learn.
I agree.
Daylight offered some clarity.
I’m gonna think about what to do said Walt.
He went out that day to buy the same tractor Larry had bought last month. It was better on gas and was blue, kind of handsome and unusual.
nine
Please be my friend Podo.
Please come down Dr. David.
Please machine make movie.
Money name-of that.
Dog name-of that.
You have that. Ghoul has this.
Money buys dogs.
Money buys friends.
Yellow colour-of dog.
Money is bowing without bowing.
Podo watches Jonathan stand and sees his pink needle. Mouths are wet and chests are aching. Podo is alert to the wants of others today. Fifi feels good on his lap. A wind creamed with birds and clouds blows over the belly of Fifi and she is heavily fond of everyone.
Fifi is pink, and men delay their breakfast.
Burke is confused and needs to be alone.
They left their bedrooms this morning and Fifi was the last to leave and when they were out in the World they saw why: rosébehind her as large as a goon, splendid as a picnic of plums and cherries and soft as a person’s neck. Podo was the first to run to her but she did not fall forward right away. He touched her rosé with his finger, put his eyes close to her heat, and when she sat he felt the breathless give-and-take of being protector and abuser together.
They rested in the shade while the others grew to realize that this would be a day of permissions, of careful walking and making up tasks that kept them away from Podo.
Fifi lay on her side and Podo sat with his hip to her back and they contemplated the sky (pink), the flowers (pink), the sun soaking trees, and the heat from skin to ground to skin, limpening hair and engorging everything else.
Podo made a noise. Fifi looked at him. Podo opened his legs and flicked his wakening cock. Here. Fifi made a noise that was appealing. She rolled and leaned forward, pushed her rosé up to the sky and felt the counter-push that balanced the world and the quick hard dance of very serious laughter.
Magda’s back was turned and she sat
Looee grabbed a beer and Mr. Wiley said how old are you and reached for one himself.
Looee pulled on Mr. Wiley’s belt and persuaded him to sit on the floor.
That creature is neither wild nor owned, he said to his wife the next day.
That beer is for sipping now, sip it. Sip it.
He had driven past Walt and Judy often and seen their little pet, but now that he was sitting across from him he was thinking that right there is not a pet. He was feeling just the right mixture of fear, curiosity and confusion required to make meeting a stranger memorable. I want to get to know that little fella more than I ever wanted to know a cat or even my brother-in-law James.
He watched Looee get restless, and when he settled again Mr. Wiley touched himself on the chest and said Joseph.
Joseph.
Looee stared.
Looee and the Wileys became good friends. Their fridge was a memory that stayed with him.
When Walt and Judy were awakened in the middle of the night and found Mr. Wiley on the porch with Looee they were angry and embarrassed. Looee was very affectionate with Judy.
They found the spare key in his diaper.
He can come over any time said Mr. Wiley. Just maybe not alone and not in the middle of the night.
Only Looee and Mr. Wiley knew what it was like to walk through those woods hand in hand.
He’s a nice … it’s an … he’s an unusual situation, was all Mr. Wiley could offer.
Judy felt the urge to close the door on the outside world.
Walt was just plain mad.
Goddamnit Looee, you can’t walk out like that.
To Judy, in bed, he said we’ve got to make him understand.
They both felt surprisingly betrayed—that he would want to run away, that he would be curious about another home, that he always hid things from them.
He’s always wanting what other people have said Walt.
He’s only little said Judy.
He’s gotta learn.
I agree.
Daylight offered some clarity.
I’m gonna think about what to do said Walt.
He went out that day to buy the same tractor Larry had bought last month. It was better on gas and was blue, kind of handsome and unusual.
nine
Please be my friend Podo.
Please come down Dr. David.
Please machine make movie.
Money name-of that.
Dog name-of that.
You have that. Ghoul has this.
Money buys dogs.
Money buys friends.
Yellow colour-of dog.
Money is bowing without bowing.
Podo watches Jonathan stand and sees his pink needle. Mouths are wet and chests are aching. Podo is alert to the wants of others today. Fifi feels good on his lap. A wind creamed with birds and clouds blows over the belly of Fifi and she is heavily fond of everyone.
Fifi is pink, and men delay their breakfast.
Burke is confused and needs to be alone.
They left their bedrooms this morning and Fifi was the last to leave and when they were out in the World they saw why: rosébehind her as large as a goon, splendid as a picnic of plums and cherries and soft as a person’s neck. Podo was the first to run to her but she did not fall forward right away. He touched her rosé with his finger, put his eyes close to her heat, and when she sat he felt the breathless give-and-take of being protector and abuser together.
They rested in the shade while the others grew to realize that this would be a day of permissions, of careful walking and making up tasks that kept them away from Podo.
Fifi lay on her side and Podo sat with his hip to her back and they contemplated the sky (pink), the flowers (pink), the sun soaking trees, and the heat from skin to ground to skin, limpening hair and engorging everything else.
Podo made a noise. Fifi looked at him. Podo opened his legs and flicked his wakening cock. Here. Fifi made a noise that was appealing. She rolled and leaned forward, pushed her rosé up to the sky and felt the counter-push that balanced the world and the quick hard dance of very serious laughter.
Magda’s back was turned and she sat
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