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Chapter 14
Shehadstartedhavingaroomforherself.ButthetimecamewhenIwouldn’thavehercomingtomyroom.Iwouldn’t.
’Ihatedit.Andshehatedme.MyGod,howshehatedmebeforethatchildwasborn!Ioftenthinksheconceiveditoutofhate.Anyhow,afterthechildwasbornIleftheralone.Andthencamethewar,andIjoinedup.AndIdidn’tcomebacktillIknewshewaswiththatfellowatStacksGate.’
Hebrokeoff,paleintheface.
’AndwhatisthemanatStacksGatelike?’askedConnie.
’Abigbabysortoffellow,verylow-mouthed.Shebullieshim,andtheybothdrink.’
’Myword,ifshecameback!’
’MyGod,yes!Ishouldjustgo,disappearagain.’
Therewasasilence.Thepasteboardinthefirehadturnedtogreyash.
’Sowhenyoudidgetawomanwhowantedyou,’saidConnie,’yougotabittoomuchofagoodthing.’
’Ay!Seemsso!YeteventhenI’dratherhaveherthanthenever-neverones:thewhiteloveofmyyouth,andthatotherpoison-smellinglily,andtherest.’
’Whatabouttherest?’saidConnie.
’Therest?Thereisnorest.Onlytomyexperiencethemassofwomenarelikethis:mostofthemwantaman,butdon’twantthesex,buttheyputupwithit,aspartofthebargain.Themoreold-fashionedsortjustlietherelikenothingandletyougoahead.Theydon’tmindafterwards:thentheylikeyou.Buttheactualthingitselfisnothingtothem,abitdistasteful.Addmostmenlikeitthatway.Ihateit.Buttheslysortofwomenwhoarelikethatpretendthey’renot.Theypretendthey’repassionateandhavethrills.Butit’sallcockaloopy.
