that moment to
discuss with George why he didn’t ever use a condom. It was not
very nice of me, considering what he had just given me, but somehow
I didn’t feel too nice right then.
George didn’t mind, though.
He just laughed and said he liked to really feel me, but then I got
mad and asked him what I would do if I got pregnant, and did he
expect me to just walk in bold as brass to the pharmacy where my
friend Lurlene’s mama worked and try to buy some kind of birth
control? I was getting pretty heated up by then, and I told him
that I thought maybe we wouldn’t be doing nothing of a carnal
nature that day until we had settled this whole contraception
question.
But I should have known
that I wasn’t getting out of doing it that easy, 'cause George, he
just chuckled like I was being adorable, which I purely was not. He
pulled me onto his lap, me being naked except for my earrings, and
I just sat there real stiff while he told me how he had mumps when
he was little, and his mama had told him that made you sterile,
which stupid me, I believed. Like Miz High and Mighty Willets was a
baby doctor amongst her many other accomplishments. So since there
was no way out, I took another slug of wild turkey and we went to
it.
Chapter 11
I guess that was the day it
must have happened, though it could have been the Wednesday
previous, but I think it was that day for two reasons: one, for
some reason, I really hadn’t wanted to do it, which was funny
because we had been doing it twice a week for a couple of months
already so I think my body was just trying to warn me, like
' Red alert girl, this is a bad
time '. Jessie says that’s how she can tell
when it's not a good time, her body just tells her and then she
gets even meaner than usual and won't let Mark near her with a
stick. But then this other thing happened too.
After we done it, George
went straight to sleep like he always did. But I was wide awake
because of the coke and the diamonds and maybe still being a little
mad too. So I pulled on my beautiful new pink coat and started
looking at the books on the shelves in the cabin. I don’t like to
read much so it was just something to kill time till George woke up
because there is no TV in that cabin.
Mostly the books on the
shelves were those old Reader's Digest kind that my mama has at our
house, but there was this one big green book that I could see
wasn’t a book at all … it was a photo album. I don’t know why, but
I tried to be real quiet when I took it down. George probably
wouldn’t have given a damn, but I wasn’t sure … it felt like
prying.
The first few pictures were
just old ones of two little boys, some fishing, some with a pretty
woman that I figured was their mama, and a couple stiff ones of
them sitting on the steps of a real big house that at first I did
not recognize.
But then I did … it was the
Willets Mansion, the murder house. I figured out right then that
the two boys were George’s daddy and his Uncle Roger. Roger was a
lot taller than his brother and, as I turned the pages, they both
got older, and heck, for every year older Roger got, he got hotter
and hotter, which I must say came as quite a surprise. Because see,
the Willets men seem to have more money than God, but the ones I
had seen at least weren’t going to make Brad Pitt real nervous.
Roger was real dark too. He must have got his looks from the pretty
woman that I had guessed was their mama. The expression on his face
in the pictures made him look kind of like Jamey Skaggs who is the
baddest boy at Dalton High. You know the type - they are all black
leather and attitude, which to be strictly honest can be awful sexy
to a certain type of girl, though I am not that type, of
course.
I kind of whistled under my
breath ' Well, well, ole dead Uncle Roger
was a smokin' hottie… who knew? ' I wished I
could steal a picture of him for Jessie to see, but I was too
worried to do it, in case George or his daddy noticed. The last
discuss with George why he didn’t ever use a condom. It was not
very nice of me, considering what he had just given me, but somehow
I didn’t feel too nice right then.
George didn’t mind, though.
He just laughed and said he liked to really feel me, but then I got
mad and asked him what I would do if I got pregnant, and did he
expect me to just walk in bold as brass to the pharmacy where my
friend Lurlene’s mama worked and try to buy some kind of birth
control? I was getting pretty heated up by then, and I told him
that I thought maybe we wouldn’t be doing nothing of a carnal
nature that day until we had settled this whole contraception
question.
But I should have known
that I wasn’t getting out of doing it that easy, 'cause George, he
just chuckled like I was being adorable, which I purely was not. He
pulled me onto his lap, me being naked except for my earrings, and
I just sat there real stiff while he told me how he had mumps when
he was little, and his mama had told him that made you sterile,
which stupid me, I believed. Like Miz High and Mighty Willets was a
baby doctor amongst her many other accomplishments. So since there
was no way out, I took another slug of wild turkey and we went to
it.
Chapter 11
I guess that was the day it
must have happened, though it could have been the Wednesday
previous, but I think it was that day for two reasons: one, for
some reason, I really hadn’t wanted to do it, which was funny
because we had been doing it twice a week for a couple of months
already so I think my body was just trying to warn me, like
' Red alert girl, this is a bad
time '. Jessie says that’s how she can tell
when it's not a good time, her body just tells her and then she
gets even meaner than usual and won't let Mark near her with a
stick. But then this other thing happened too.
After we done it, George
went straight to sleep like he always did. But I was wide awake
because of the coke and the diamonds and maybe still being a little
mad too. So I pulled on my beautiful new pink coat and started
looking at the books on the shelves in the cabin. I don’t like to
read much so it was just something to kill time till George woke up
because there is no TV in that cabin.
Mostly the books on the
shelves were those old Reader's Digest kind that my mama has at our
house, but there was this one big green book that I could see
wasn’t a book at all … it was a photo album. I don’t know why, but
I tried to be real quiet when I took it down. George probably
wouldn’t have given a damn, but I wasn’t sure … it felt like
prying.
The first few pictures were
just old ones of two little boys, some fishing, some with a pretty
woman that I figured was their mama, and a couple stiff ones of
them sitting on the steps of a real big house that at first I did
not recognize.
But then I did … it was the
Willets Mansion, the murder house. I figured out right then that
the two boys were George’s daddy and his Uncle Roger. Roger was a
lot taller than his brother and, as I turned the pages, they both
got older, and heck, for every year older Roger got, he got hotter
and hotter, which I must say came as quite a surprise. Because see,
the Willets men seem to have more money than God, but the ones I
had seen at least weren’t going to make Brad Pitt real nervous.
Roger was real dark too. He must have got his looks from the pretty
woman that I had guessed was their mama. The expression on his face
in the pictures made him look kind of like Jamey Skaggs who is the
baddest boy at Dalton High. You know the type - they are all black
leather and attitude, which to be strictly honest can be awful sexy
to a certain type of girl, though I am not that type, of
course.
I kind of whistled under my
breath ' Well, well, ole dead Uncle Roger
was a smokin' hottie… who knew? ' I wished I
could steal a picture of him for Jessie to see, but I was too
worried to do it, in case George or his daddy noticed. The last
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