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Show 188 It hurt like hell. He was a god-damn little sadist cracker just like his dad and apparently just as secretive. Dee talked and iak talked about Derk Delco. He was a dandy. He might look like a baby rhinoceros but he was a cute baby rhinoceros, he always brought Dee ££ candy or roses and sometimes out of, nowhere, even after a hard day at work when his hands and face looked like they'd been banging on meteors, he'd come home all dressed up in a suit and tie and take Dee out to a movie and dinner, and when they'd get back home Derk Delco made Dee feel like she was the only woman in the world who had anything between her legs and afterwards he'd stick his nose up under her breast and that's how they'd sleep. He didn't k make her get up with him in the morning to make his breakfast or lunch, though of course sometimes she did because if she didn't he wouldn't make xx himself lunch, often didn't have time for lunch, and on weekends sometimes he got up xxxxxaxkx early and washed the car and then brought her bxaxkxxB breakfast in bed, usually accompanied by a xxaaaxxMaxx Bloody Mary or xxxxx&xaiaxxgBX Andre Champagne, and then they'd go out for a drive in the country in that shiny washed & waxed car, or go down to the dock and watch the boats; xxxxxi that was the only thing Erie, PA had over Birmingham, watching boats. It was easier in the afternoons because Bush and Jon were X f W. there and it felt good to have Bush who went five for mm with babies, all at home, there even if all she did was play pinochle and act unworried. Jon said he was now xx getting light footed in his right foot too and between games he often got up to stand with his arms and left foot high in the air, then leap off his right foot and let it rise as he floated momentarily above the floor before lightly touching down again on his right big toe. "Honey, you sure are agile," said Dee. "He played a little basketball at Duquesne," said Bush. "Not true," said Jon. "They only wanted me because I was tall and thought my ignorance of the game would make me more coachable." He lept again, raised his right foot, floated, floated, boy he could float, then touched down again. "It's an illness. I've tried to teach the men, but none of them can do it. And they're very light men. " "What men are you talking about, honey?" said Dee. |