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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 45 That's what he was up to the night he saw Jay walking down Main Street without a shirt. It was midsummer and midnight, and Jay glowed like halogen on the side of the road, that dirty star shining black against his arm. So Beau pulled over and addressed Jay Meeks. Beau only meant to hassle poor Jay a minute, but Jay, who had no soft feelings for Beau Walker himself, would not stand for it. He told Beau Walker to fuck right off. Guess it was a bit more than either of them gambled on, cause Beau broke Jay down and hauled him off in the bed of his daddy's truck, and drove him out past town, down to Zapata Falls. In the winter the falls freeze over like an ice sculpture. The most beautiful thing you ever saw. A ton or more of frozen water in mid-gallop poised off the side of the mountain, waiting for the thaw to let it flow again. Every drop hard as stone, caught like the whole world stopped in an instant. But in summer the water falls clean and free against the mountainside and echoes, thunderous as drums, all around the valley, so every living thing is left deaf. Beau Walker's friends held Jay Meeks down while Beau had his pleasure beating him pretty bloody. They left him there on the ground, curled on all fours like a retching animal. Beau Walker got down close to Jay's face, close enough to kiss him, and asked, "Do you accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior? Say it, and I'll let you go." But Jay only laid there all carnage and fighting to catch his senses, so Beau said, "Say I love Jesus. Say it. Say Jesus is my Savior. Say it." Jay caught his breath and got to his knees and made as if to talk. Beau got down close to him so he could hear what Jay had to repent over the roaring falls. "Jesus is a cunt," Jay Meeks said. |
