Some Velvet Morning Page #3

It's starting to make me, I don't

know, a little bit worried...

I guess, having you here.

Worried?

Where'd you get that name anyway?

Velvet. Where'd it come from?

Oh, come on. Sh*t, I don't know.

- You know. Of course you do.

- No, I don't! I just started using it!

Bullshit. Come on. Was it some guy

gave it to you, like a nickname?

No.

Well, what is it then? Is it for

like, what...

the way that your, like...

snatch feels around a guy's

thing?

Your c*nt? I mean, I'd believe

that if you told me that.

Or your mouth? How soft your

mouth is?

That's what I was wearing when a guy

first f***ed me when I was nine.

I was raped in a dress I was wearing

to church that had velvet bows on it.

Do you still like it? Velvet?

No. Not as much.

Well, then.

Jesus, is that...?

Now you know.

I mean, is that... honestly?

No. God, no.

You really think I'd f***ing tell you something

personal about myself? Fat f***ing chance.

You b*tch. That's horrible.

Which part, the story or the

fact that it didn't happen?

- All of it. Both.

- Well, don't worry...

I'm sure it's happened to

somebody else.

Just not me. Well, not like that

anyway.

All right, I have to go.

Wait, wait, wait. Whoever this

person is...

you can put him off for a while, all right?

Come on, you have a guest.

- Guest I knew nothing about.

- Yeah, but so what? I'm here now.

- I can't.

- Why? Come on, wait, wait, wait.

I can't, Fred. I gave my word.

Sorry, I didn't realize it was that serious.

You gave your word.

What are you, like some f***ing

Indian chief?

Who the f*** talks like that

anymore? "I gave my word. "

I mean, who talks like that?

I can't. I said I can't, so I

won't.

All right, okay, yeah, great.

I'll just let you go.

Have your latte with your

married fella.

He's gonna tell his spouse that he has to run

back to the office really quickly "today, honey. "

Forgive me...

for being so pedestrian about my

affairs, my comings and goings.

See, I wished that you felt that

way...

but I don't believe it for a second

that you feel at all contrite.

Oh, sh*t. What now, huh?

What? What now?

You can't even let a person say

sorry anymore...

without jumping on it and

challenging every f***ing word.

What's the problem now?

That. That. That. Exactly that.

That you do not feel one little bit sorry

for what you do or who you do it with.

- Not a bit.

- Just go. Just go before I get all...

- What?

- What?

What? Before you get all what?

Finish it.

What's the next line after that?

What is it?

I love when people do this, it

makes me laugh. Really.

They say these things, but then have

nothing to back it up. What is it?

What are you talking about? I

just said, go.

No. You made a threat. Let's

call it what it was.

It was a threat. You threatened

me.

You said "don't make me get

all... " what?

- What's next?

- Fred, just go!

No. I want to know what would

happen.

What would happen if I chose not

to honor your request?

Gosh, I don't know, I mean...

Okay.

What would I do...

if you wouldn't leave and you

stayed?

Okay, here's what I'd do.

I would go upstairs, I would

lock the door...

I would count to 100, and I

would pray...

that you're gone when I came

down.

That's what I'd do, Fred. That's

all I got.

- That's my plan.

- Well, that's good.

At least it's something.

Fred.

That's good. You have your little

plan, and that's good to have that.

But just so you know, I mean, it

wouldn't stop me.

- Please don't say things like that.

- What?

Please don't say things like

that.

Why? I'm not going to attack

you.

Oh, come on. But I'm serious.

I mean, if you go up there and you close

your bedroom door, it'll take me how long...

maybe five minutes to punch or

kick my way through it.

Right? Tops.

So I don't want you feeling all secure

when you go up there and you close it...

and you push that little button

on the handle. There.

I mean, you're dreaming if you think

that that's going to make you feel safe.

If I wanted to get at you.

Well, then I'd just leave the

door open...

and hope that you snap out of

this and go.

- Boy, you really want me gone, don't you?

- Yeah, I do.

And you really want me outta

here.

You just want me to go. Can't

wait.

You're about one minute away from

being officially not welcome here.

Seriously, sixty seconds from

it.

- That's a threat.

- Really?

How'd I do that? Big guy like

you? How's I able to do that?

I don't know. Like that. You

could do that. I don't know.

You could break something.

You could do that. You could do

that.

You could call the cops.

That wouldn't be good for either

of us.

Yeah, no, you're right.

Not with all that cash...

you no doubt have stashed around

here someplace.

All that unearned income, right? Well, I

guess it isn't really that unearned, is it?

'Cause you work pretty hard for

it, don't you?

Now, how else would you get me

outta here?

I'd ask nicely, Fred. And I

will.

Fred...

it's been really good to see

you.

Even if you don't believe it,

it's true. I'm glad.

And maybe we can get a meal

sometime.

Yeah, that'd be good, yeah. Lunch.

Yeah, that'd be great. Let's eat.

F*** you!

I guess that is the point, really. It's why

I came back here, 'cause I wanna f*** you.

F*** you, Fred! I'm trying to be

some sort of civil person here.

Yeah, okay. Yeah, all right. But

I mean, lunch? Really?

Whatever.

Don't do that. Don't say that.

I can't stand the way you...

young people say...

And you use it for everything. You make

it fit for every little thing that you...

But do you want to have lunch

with me? Is that what you want?

Do you want to sit down and eat

a salad or something and talk?

Because I would love nothing

more than that.

That's what I would love. That's

why I came.

Or is that gonna cost me like

$500?

Actually, I make up to $800 these days,

so yeah I do sometimes call that "lunch".

What about with Chris?

What do you call it with him, lunch or

do you call it something different?

- That is different 'cause he's special.

- Yeah, I bet.

He is. I don't know why it matters to you because

it doesn't even matter what you think...

but Chris is very dear to my heart.

He's one of my great friends.

I can tell him anything. I can

tell him my feelings.

I can tell him my actual dreams

and all that sh*t.

You know he helped me get into art school?

I don't know if you know that.

No, I didn't. No. That's

wonderful.

- Yeah. It's real wonderful.

- So, he and Mandy?

Or just him?

You can be such a f***ing bastard, Fred,

that sometimes it's actually breathtaking.

No. What I am is a f***ing fool.

What a f***ing idiot I was...

to think I could come back here and try

to resurrect this f***ing hopeless...

Let me ask you a question.

When you first saw me when I came back

here today, did you feel that way?

- No. But now, yes.

- Now yes?

But you're telling me, when I first

arrived and you saw me at the door...

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