Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Page #6

Sissy dares a sip of Red Ripple.

SISSY:

If you don't want me to pose for

him, why do you want me to meet him?

THE COUNTESS:

Purely personal. I believe you might

enjoy one another.

SISSY:

But Countess...

THE COUNTESS:

Now, now. Don't get exasperated. I

realize that you've always avoided

all but the most rudimentary

involvements with men, and I might

add, you've been wise. Heterosexual

relationships seem to lead only to

marriage. For men, marriage is a

matter of efficient logistics: The

male gets his food, bed, laundry,

TV, p*ssy, offspring and creature

comforts all under one roof, where

he doesn't have to dissipate his

psychic energy thinking about them

too much, then he is free to go out

and fight the battles of life, which

is what existence is all about. But

for a woman marriage is surrender.

The Countess refills his glass. The squirrel starts across

Park Avenue again but doesn't make it. The uniformed chauffeur

gets out of a limousine and holds the crushed animal up where

it can be seen by an elderly woman passenger.

THE COUNTESS:

But here you are, still a virgin --

you are virginal yet, aren't you?

SISSY:

Why, yes, technically. Jack Kerouac

and I came awfully close, but he was

afraid of me, I think...

THE COUNTESS:

Yes, well, what I'm getting at is

that there comes a time when it is

psychologically impossible for a

woman to lose her virginity. She

can't wait too long, you know. Now,

there's no reason why you must lose

yours. I mean, just ponder it a bit,

that's all.

SISSY:

(her brow spaghettied)

What makes you think this

watercolorist and I would develop a

romantic relationship?

THE COUNTESS:

I can't be certain that you would.

But what have you got to lose?

SISSY:

Well, okay. I'll try it. I don't see

the point in it, but I'll try it.

Just for you. It's kind of silly,

actually, me going out with an artist

in New York City. However...

THE COUNTESS:

Good, good, good... you'll enjoy it,

you'll see. Julian is a gentleman.

Suddenly the Countess swivels in his desk chair and leans

forward. Lowering his wine glass, he focuses directly,

intensely into Sissy's blue eyes. His smile widens.

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