The House of Yes Page #8
over your shoulder.
I grab your hand,
and I pull you down onto me.
You have little rings, mascara rings
like a football player.
And you have bad breath,
but I kiss you anyway.
I watch you dress.
I feel sad when you buckle your bra.
"There they go," I think.
"There they go."
- Lose my other shoe.
- I find your other shoe.
We read menus
And then we go to Noel's Cafe, and
I figure out what Eggs Florentine is.
Like Benedict is Spanish.
- And the waitress says, "Toast, or pita?"
- "Toasterpita!"
Oh, what about the newspaper?
We forgot to buy the newspaper.
Later, newspaper comes later. We go to
Central Park, and you buy me some tulips.
- Pink.
- Mm, and I buy you a scarf.
- Blue.
- And a Sunday paper. We go home.
It's late afternoon,
and the sign comes on.
- "Jesus Saves."
- Across the street.
"Jesus Salva."
We run a bath.
You wash my back.
Shoulders like wings.
Bird shoulders.
We make love. Then we make coffee
and sit and read the paper.
Marty?
No.
- Ye...
- Mm.
Marty, I want you to leave with me.
I want you to leave with me right now.
Yes. All right.
Yes.
Who was that?
I just flushed your car keys
down the toilet.
- Marty, give me your keys.
- Uh, I don't have them.
- Where's your extra set? Get them.
- In my room.
- At home in New York.
- I'll call a cab.
- The phone's dead.
- Don't look at me.
Marty's not gonna stay here with you. We
are leaving for New York this morning.
I don't care how.
Anthony told me about you.
He told me what you did to that lizard.
Oh, Anthony! Not that old lizard story.
I know what else you did.
I know where the scar came from.
I know why they sent you
to that hospital.
You're making him crazy.
You wanna make him crazy like you?
Look at yourself.
Look at your clothes.
You're making fun of a woman
who lost her husband.
A man died. A man was murdered. A man
who did something for other people.
What have you ever done
for somebody else?
You really love Marty? Think about what
his life would be like here in this house.
Your mom will die.
You'll be left alone.
You'll have babies with webbed feet
you'll have to bury out back in the yard.
My!
- Where in the yard?
- Where?
Where exactly in the yard?
Marty?
Where do you think we should
bury these babies with webbed feet?
The back yard's getting rather crowded with
corpses. First, Daddy's, and now duck babies.
- You killed your father?
- Not me. Mama.
My father left my mother.
Years ago, the day Kennedy was shot.
He tried to leave, but Mama shot him.
We buried him by the central air.
They were installing
central air.
There was a hole in the ground, but
not for him... for the air conditioner.
She's confused. You're confused, Jackie.
He left Mama. He called a cab.
Well, she covered him with her body.
She tried to keep him there.
Jackie Kennedy, not Mama.
Jackie Kennedy!
She tried to keep his head on,
but it was falling off.
- Lesly, go get my suitcase.
- Lesly!
Sorry about all this.
- Anthony, go get her pills.
- Wh-Which pills?
- I don't know which pills.
- One more time, Marty.
- For old times' sake.
- She's got a gun. Get the gun.
- Mama!
- One more time, and I'll give you the car keys.
- I think it's the brown ones. I-I'll get the brown ones.
- Go!
One more time.
That's all I ask.
Then you can go back
to the land of the Donut Kings.
You be him?
Yes.
And I'll be her.
I'm him.
And I'm her.
has to stick together.
We cleared out a nice place for him
out back, next to Daddy...
so he can stay right here,
where he belongs... with me.
That Lesly girl
She hightailed it back to
Pennsylvania the first chance she got.
But I think she'll always
remember that day.
Like I remember
the Ides of March.
Where are we now, Mrs. Kennedy?
I'm tired of this, Marty.
Do you want me to stop?
Yeah.
Stop it.
Stop it, Marty.
Stop it.
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