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Show -200 self-control." We had stopped in front of an antique-store window; a brass gong big as a table-top hung behind the glass. The interior of the shop was dark and the gong gleamed a deep coppery mysterious red, a flat moon fallen to earth, a tremendous shark's eye, inscrutable and blank. A mask. "Do I sound crazy to you?" Hubert said. My story didn't make Fancy laugh. "What's wrong now?" I said. "Do you think we like to be treated like whores?" "Some of you do; some don't. What's this all about, Fancy? I don't know what you're after." "Respect." "I respect you." "Oh shit!" She started crying, low bitter sobs that shook the hammock and made me feel angry and sad at the same time. "Be sensible," I said. "Why can't two people live together without worrying about men and women in general and starting a war of the sexes? What do we care how Hubert treats his girls?" I touched her shoulder but she shrugged my hand away and sobbed harder. "Leave me alone. You're a son of a bitch too," "Quit that goddamn crying and listen to me," I said. "Women are different from men, only lately a lot of crazy |
