Word: gayness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hell of a man and she said oh can you and he said wait and see and she spread her palms and he pounced and she sighed and the night poured liquid and the water glowed liquid and the air bent in liquid waves of soundlessness and Gay broke the liquid soundlessly and went her own way. And she was gone...
Just a sip out of the Jack Daniels bottle in which Peg kept his hot as ice and clear as crystal brew was enough to feel a hell of a jolt, but Daniel had to go and pour the whole thing into his beer and Gay came back and, taking off her denims, climbed into the tub and suddenly it was right. Shooting stars peeled off the cob of the Milky Way, iridescent silk whipped off the rich black and yellow health of night, plunging into the darkness of the valley where a pair of headlights twined down the pass...
Calling it a night, Peg climbed out, telling Daniel to pull the plug when he was finished. Bridget and he stopped this writhing, uncoiling out of the water like salamanders; slickly limp, warm, shivering. Briggs and Jenny headed up to the Delac where Gay wasn't, Jenny telling Briggs about Gay's black eyes, the bandaged stabs on her arm, the bruises on he chest. And Gay was dying of T.B. and wouldn't go see a doctor and Briggs leaned back against the Delac, its door open and insides all aglow in the depth of nothing, and our odds...
...Gay staggered out of dusky nowhere. She was sobbing a bit and a little red-faced and I couldn't quite put my arm around her. Briggs stared at the road ahead and drove fast paMmmmmst the whorehouse of which Pegleg had informed us, and fast up Galena and fast to Ketchum. In the backseat all was quiet except for a few snores from Daniel: the road sucked under soundlessly; the trees didn't moan; there was no wind; the radio crackled, playing "This is the Last Song I'll Sing for You"; the night hung out beyond...
Three days later old Daniel and Gay were back together for another month. Bridget and Jenny were staying over and Briggs and I were out hustling. We were all shouting across the fiber-board, and though nobody talked about Pegleg Mac's, we found plenty other low brow chit-chat...