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“Who doesn’t?” Kweenie said. “Like they’re a collectably Famous
Couple.”
“Thank you, dear,” January tried to push Kweenie back. “I under-
stand fame. I’m from El Lay.”
“That’s no credential in San Francisco.” Kweenie held her own.
January sized her up. “Who are you?” she asked. “Who do you pre-
tend to be?”
“I’m the Queen of Sheba,” she said. “I’m Kweenasheba. I am who I
am. I also happen to be Ry’s sister.”
“We’re all his sisters,” Evan-Eddie said. “Like it or not.”
“I’m his blood sister. His real sister.”
“You sing, or something, don’t you?” January said, adjusting her Atti-
tude. “Perhaps I can use you.”
“Be my guest,” Kweenie said.
“I love your spunk,” January said. “We’ll have a super time working
together.” She improvised. The Manifesto had caught her attention; but
Kick held her interest. She thought him spectacular. “I’m surprised Bruce
Weber or Robert Mapplethorpe haven’t shot you.”
“I’m surprised,” Evan-Eddie said, “that I haven’t shot them both.”
“Ryan,” January said, “if you can write a two-minute narrative, we
can feature you reading it. You know: a voice-over as we show a long,
lingering close-up study of Kick’s face and then! MUSIC UP. The camera
pulls back revealing all that...muscle...and power...and virility!”
January paused, overcome with the possibilities. “My God! With
that face alone we’ll destroy the myth of the effeminate homosexual!”
She knifed her steely gaze at Evan-Eddie. “One look at Kick’s face, his
body! The world at large will know! Nielsen families will race to their
sets! Fathers will accept their sons! Straight brothers will embrace their
gay siblings!”
She pointed one stern scarlet-nailed finger at Evan-Eddie. “You!” she
announced. “Evolution has passed you sissy boys bye-bye!”
She began to unfold with expansive gestures. She was like a rose
blooming in time-lapse cinematography. She opened her showy self to
play the group the way she figured they needed to be played. She knew
she needed them. She needed their angle. She needed them to need her.
“Kick will pose for me?” she asked Ryan.
“Don’t ask me,” Ryan said.
“Ask the blond bubblebutt himself.” Evan-Eddie tried for the jugular.
“You know the truth about steroids. If he paws the ground once with his
foot, it’s yes. Twice is no.”

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